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bracelet on Roulet’s ankle. He was taking no chances with this
     guy.
    “Where’s Dobbs?”
    “Back at my office, waiting. I’ll bring Roulet over as soon as he’s out. Shouldn’t be too much longer.”
    “Is Maisy over there?”
    “Yeah, she’s there.”
    “Okay, I’m going to call over.”
    I ended the call and hit the speed-dial combo for Liberty Bail Bonds. Valenzuela’s receptionist and assistant answered.
    “Maisy, it’s Mick. Can you put Mr. Dobbs on the line?”
    “Sure thing, Mick.”
    A few seconds later Dobbs got on the line. He seemed put out by something. Just in the way he said, “This is Cecil Dobbs.”
    “This is Mickey Haller. How is it going over there?”
    “Well, if you consider I am letting my duties to other clients slide while I sit here and read year-old magazines, not good.”
    “You don’t carry a cell phone to do business?”
    “I do. But that’s not the point. My clients aren’t cell phone people. They’re face-to-face people.”
    “I see. Well, the good news is, I hear our boy is about to be released.”
    “Our boy?”
    “Mr. Roulet. Valenzuela should have him out inside the hour. I am about to go into a client conference, but as I said before,
     I am free in the afternoon. Do you want to meet to go over the case with our mutual client or do you want me to take it from
     here?”
    “No, Mrs. Windsor has insisted that I monitor this closely. In fact, she may choose to be there as well.”
    “I don’t mind the meet-and-greet with Mrs. Windsor, but when it comes down to talking about the case, it’s just going to be
     the defense team. That can include you but not the mother. Okay?”
    “I understand. Let’s say four o’clock at my office. I will have Louis there.”
    “I’ll be there.”
    “My firm employs a crack investigator. I’ll ask him to join us.”
    “That won’t be necessary, Cecil. I have my own and he’s already on the job. We’ll see you at four.”
    I ended the call before Dobbs could start a debate about which investigator to use. I had to be careful that Dobbs didn’t
     control the investigation, preparation and strategy of the case. Monitoring was one thing. But I was Louis Roulet’s attorney
     now. Not him.
    When I called Raul Levin next, he told me he was already on his way to the LAPD Van Nuys Division to pick up a copy of the
     arrest report.
    “Just like that?” I asked.
    “No, not just like that. In a way, you could say it took me twenty years to get this report.”
    I understood. Levin’s connections, procured over time and experience, traded over trust and favors, had come through for him.
     No wonder he charged five hundred dollars a day when he could get it. I told him about the meeting at four and he said he
     would be there and would be ready to furnish us with the law enforcement view of the case.
    The Lincoln pulled to a stop when I closed the phone. We were in front of the Twin Towers jail facility. It wasn’t even ten
     years old but the smog was beginning to permanently stain its sand-colored walls a dreary gray. It was a sad and forbidding
     place that I spent too much time in. I opened the car door and got out to go inside once again.

Seven
    T here was an attorney’s check-in window that allowed me to bypass the long line of visitors waiting to get in to see loved
     ones incarcerated in one of the towers. When I told the window deputy whom I wanted to see, he tapped the name into the computer
     and never said anything about Gloria Dayton being in medical and unavailable. He printed out a visitor’s pass which he slid
     into the plastic frame of a clip-on badge and told me to put it on and wear it at all times in the jail. He then told me to
     step away from the window and wait for an attorney escort.
    “It will be a few minutes,” he said.
    I knew from prior experience that my cell phone did not get a signal inside the jail and that if I stepped outside to use
     it, I might miss my escort and then have to go