“Mom,” I said, opening the car door. “The cab charges by the minute.”

“Now the article claims he’s been living in North Carolina under an assumed name for the past six years. But of course, they’re not revealing that name. They need to get better researchers, don’t you think? How could a lawyer of that status manage to change his name, switch states, and still practice the law?” She handed me the paper as she stepped into the cab. “He’d have to erase his entire identity and start all over. Who would do that?”

I gasped and flipped to the article as I sat in the backseat. I read it word for word, over and over, and everything around me became a blur. I could practically feel my jaw dropping as I flashed back to my first interview at GBH:

Miss Everhart, are there any lawyers that you wish to model your own career after?” Mr. Bach smiled at me.

“Yes, actually,” I said. “I’ve always admired the career of Liam Henderson.”

“Liam Henderson?” Andrew looked up at me with his eyebrow raised. “Who is that?”

Suppression of Evidence (n.):

The improper hiding of evidence by a prosecutor who is constitutionally required to reveal to the defense all evidence.

Andrew

Former Partners to Finally Appear in Court Opposite Each Other:

Hart Case Continues This Week.

That’s what the headline in the judicial section of The New York Times read this morning. To those who knew nothing about the case, I was sure that it was simply another story to pass the time, another superficial scandal to devour with their morning breakfast.

But for me, it was the end of a six year chapter that had gone on for far too many pages. It was part of the reason why I left, part of the reason why after I testified in a few days, I would leave this city for the very last time.

I looked outside the window at the Waldorf Astoria’s restaurant, wondering how it could possibly be raining so heavily in the dead of winter.

“Mr. Hamilton?” A woman in a suit stepped next to my table.

“Yes?”

“I’m Vera Milton, the general manager,” she said. “You’ve had several calls from a Miss Ava Sanchez… She keeps telling us that it’s important and that she needs to speak with you. She’s on the line for you now…”

I sighed. “Could you patch her call to my room in two minutes please?”

“Certainly sir.”

I left the newspaper on the table and headed straight for the penthouse suite. As soon as I unlocked the door, the phone in the parlor room rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“It’s me…” Ava said softly.

“I’m aware. How did you find out where I was staying?”

“Really?” She scoffed. “I need you to do me a favor…”

“Goodbye, Ava.”

“No, wait.” She sounded frantic. “I really am sorry for everything I did to you, Liam.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“I remember when you visited me when I was being held in jail—before all the hearings started…Remember?” She paused. “I know how hard seeing me must have been back then, how lonely you had to be to come and visit me of all people…You even told me you were contemplating changing your name to Andrew and leaving New York…And then I begged you to save me. Remember that?”

“I’m really not in the mood for story time right now.”

“You were such a softie back then…So compassionate, so caring—”

“Get to the f**king point, Ava.”

“At the trial this week, I know that Kevin—”

“I.e. my former best friend that you f**ked?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “Him…”

“What about him?”

“He’s not the monster you think he is.”

“Are you calling about a favor that’s never going to happen, or are you calling to be his f**king character witness? I’m confused.”

“He’s still sorry for what he did…He was—”

“Which one is it, Ava?” I snapped. “I’m not a fan of this vague shit.”

“Do you really want to hurt him?” Her voice softened. “I think you’ve already punished us enough. I’m already behind bars, so there’s really no need for him to suffer at this point. ”

“The two of you will never suffer enough.” I hung up and sent a text to an old contact I had at corrections, telling him that Ava had contraband in her cell.

The last thing I wanted to think about was my old partner and former best friend. The only time he needed to be thought of was during the upcoming hearing, and never again after that.

I scrolled through my text messages, noticing that Aubrey had sent me a simple “Okay” when I asked how today’s audition went.

With the exception of the day I massaged her shoulders, she was still being short with me.

I opened my inbox to send her a longer message, but I saw that she’d sent me one first.

Subject: Yes.

I just received your newest set of flowers and your note about going on a date tonight…I have a few stipulations, though.

—Aubrey

Subject: Re: Yes.

Name them.

—Andrew

She sent a new message.

Subject: Date.

I’m allowed to ask you whatever I want and you have to answer truthfully.