DeSean barely slept.
The case was slipping through his fingers, and the unknown witness had him on edge. Jimmy wasn’t the kind of lawyer to play fair—he would use every trick in the book to destroy Mercedes in court. And DeSean couldn’t let that happen.
The walls of his office felt like they were closing in as he sat behind his desk, going over every single detail of the case for the hundredth time. Mercedes had told him everything—or at least, that’s what he thought. But something didn’t add up. Who else could’ve been there that night?
His fingers drummed against the wooden desk.
Then it hit him.
“Ronnie killed two men that night.”
DeSean bolted upright in his chair, flipping through his notes. At the time, he hadn’t thought much about it. The two men were career criminals—felons. That alone made them unreliable witnesses, and neither of them had lived long enough to testify. So, he had tossed it aside. But now?