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plea deal?”
He shakes his head. “No. I truly don’t think they will even bring charges against you. I think they are bluffing. But I understand if you want to discuss the plea deal with another lawyer to confirm what I’m suggesting since it benefits another client of mine.”
I nod. “I will discuss it with another lawyer to be sure it is in my best interest not to take the plea, but even if it’s not, I’m not sure I could testify against my grandfather. And even if I could, there is nothing I could testify to.”
“Good. Now that we have that settled, I think the best thing to do going forward is to continue to plead not guilty and see if they take us to trial. I don’t think they will, but if they do, I expect the trial to be short. The only evidence they have against you is that they think the signature is yours. I’m sure we will be able to find experts who can verify the signature is forged and that you didn’t sign any of the papers that link you to money laundering. We can also show evidence that you are a naive young woman who doesn’t have any experience in business and that your family was trying to pass control of the company off to your future husband, not you. It would be easier to make a case against the undercover FBI agent, showing that he was somehow involved in the operation, than it would be against you.” He laughs. “You won’t step foot back in a jail cell.”
I frown at him thinking of me as a naive young woman, but I am though. I’ve proven to be naive time and time again and look where it has gotten me. I won’t allow it to happen again. I won’t keep being a scared, naive little girl.
“Do you have any questions about your case?”
“No. What about my grandfather’s case? What are the odds that he will end up in jail?” I want to ask if he really did what they claim, but I don’t. I’m too afraid to hear the answer.
“As you already know, the charges against him are more severe. He’ll end up going to trial, but I have faith that I can get him off cleanly or get them to allow us to plead down to a lesser charge where he will serve very little jail time.”
I stare off into space for a second, thinking about his words. His voice was less forceful, less sure of himself, when he was talking about my grandfather’s case than when he had talked about mine. I glance back at him, and he’s not looking at me. He’s shuffling papers on his desk.
“You think my grandfather did it? You think he’s guilty?”
He frowns. “It doesn’t matter what I think. I don’t get to form such opinions about my clients. I just try to defend them to the best of my ability. I’m very good. Even with the evidence stacked against your grandfather, I still think I will be able to get him off without him touching foot inside a prison cell or at most a few short years.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“I really shouldn’t say anything more about your grandfather’s case. You will have to speak with him.”
“I will.” I have to find out the truth, and the only man I can find out the truth from is my grandfather. I have a million more questions that need to be answered, and I have all afternoon to have them answered, but the person who will really be able to answer them is my grandfather. So, when I’m done here, that’s where I’ll go—to get the answers to the only questions that matter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kinsley
The drive to the hospital is long. Granddad is being released from the hospital and custody of the jail tomorrow, but I can’t wait that long to find out answers. I didn’t find out the answers I was looking for from my lawyer, but I will find out the answers from Granddad. He doesn’t lie. He’s always blunt, and he tells the truth. He might not think whatever he did was wrong, but I don’t think he will lie to me.
When I get to his hospital door, I’m shocked to see an armed officer standing guard outside his room, like
He shakes his head. “No. I truly don’t think they will even bring charges against you. I think they are bluffing. But I understand if you want to discuss the plea deal with another lawyer to confirm what I’m suggesting since it benefits another client of mine.”
I nod. “I will discuss it with another lawyer to be sure it is in my best interest not to take the plea, but even if it’s not, I’m not sure I could testify against my grandfather. And even if I could, there is nothing I could testify to.”
“Good. Now that we have that settled, I think the best thing to do going forward is to continue to plead not guilty and see if they take us to trial. I don’t think they will, but if they do, I expect the trial to be short. The only evidence they have against you is that they think the signature is yours. I’m sure we will be able to find experts who can verify the signature is forged and that you didn’t sign any of the papers that link you to money laundering. We can also show evidence that you are a naive young woman who doesn’t have any experience in business and that your family was trying to pass control of the company off to your future husband, not you. It would be easier to make a case against the undercover FBI agent, showing that he was somehow involved in the operation, than it would be against you.” He laughs. “You won’t step foot back in a jail cell.”
I frown at him thinking of me as a naive young woman, but I am though. I’ve proven to be naive time and time again and look where it has gotten me. I won’t allow it to happen again. I won’t keep being a scared, naive little girl.
“Do you have any questions about your case?”
“No. What about my grandfather’s case? What are the odds that he will end up in jail?” I want to ask if he really did what they claim, but I don’t. I’m too afraid to hear the answer.
“As you already know, the charges against him are more severe. He’ll end up going to trial, but I have faith that I can get him off cleanly or get them to allow us to plead down to a lesser charge where he will serve very little jail time.”
I stare off into space for a second, thinking about his words. His voice was less forceful, less sure of himself, when he was talking about my grandfather’s case than when he had talked about mine. I glance back at him, and he’s not looking at me. He’s shuffling papers on his desk.
“You think my grandfather did it? You think he’s guilty?”
He frowns. “It doesn’t matter what I think. I don’t get to form such opinions about my clients. I just try to defend them to the best of my ability. I’m very good. Even with the evidence stacked against your grandfather, I still think I will be able to get him off without him touching foot inside a prison cell or at most a few short years.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“I really shouldn’t say anything more about your grandfather’s case. You will have to speak with him.”
“I will.” I have to find out the truth, and the only man I can find out the truth from is my grandfather. I have a million more questions that need to be answered, and I have all afternoon to have them answered, but the person who will really be able to answer them is my grandfather. So, when I’m done here, that’s where I’ll go—to get the answers to the only questions that matter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kinsley
The drive to the hospital is long. Granddad is being released from the hospital and custody of the jail tomorrow, but I can’t wait that long to find out answers. I didn’t find out the answers I was looking for from my lawyer, but I will find out the answers from Granddad. He doesn’t lie. He’s always blunt, and he tells the truth. He might not think whatever he did was wrong, but I don’t think he will lie to me.
When I get to his hospital door, I’m shocked to see an armed officer standing guard outside his room, like
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