“When the judge heard of your accident, he dismissed us until Monday.”

Truman winced again as he tried to turn his head and look at Ronald. “You want to move that chair out so I don’t have to turn my neck? Feels like I’ve got ice picks jabbed into my spine back there.”

“No problem.” Ronald moved the chair so Truman could see him. “Truman, the police didn’t find any skid marks at the scene of the accident, and that worries me. The road’s clear there, no brush or trees or anything to obstruct a driver’s view.”

“It ought to worry you. That wasn’t an accident. The driver ran me down when I was on the sidewalk. If I hadn’t got my feet off the ground and went over the hood, I’d be in the morgue right now. It should make you wonder about what kind of client you’re representin’.”

Ronald rubbed his lips with a finger. “It does. But are you so sure it’s my client?”

“Who else? I’m not working any other cases. Last one before Hunter was a year and a half ago, little green-card forgery case, and the guy got time served.”

“What I’m thinking is that Hunter’s made other enemies than my client, and they want to see her found guilty. They’re trying to ensure it by hurting you.”

“You figure it’s not your client, but somebody else? Don’t you think that’s a stretch?”

“I don’t know. Truman, you and Hunter are not my enemies, you’re my opponents. You understand that, but I don’t think Hunter sees it. She sees things one way…not necessarily black and white, but fixed as to how it is, you understand?”

Truman got serious. “Yeah. She has this sense, about the rightness and wrongness of things. Truman scratched his nose, and even that hurt. “Hunter doesn’t back off, she just keeps digging and pushing and clawing and fighting until she gets to the truth, and truth to her is not what we lawyers twist it to be. To her, it’s pure and moral. It’s real.”

Ronald said, “She was the same when she was a kid.”

“Oh, make no mistake about it, she’s no kid.”

Ronald nodded, then said, “How’s she feeling?”

“What?”

“How’s Hunter feeling? You told Judge Pelham Thursday afternoon that she was sick. I tried to call her a couple of times, but got no answer at the motel.”

“She’s doing better,” he said.

“So, she knows about you.”

“Sure.”

“Tell her to give me a call. Her mother keeps asking about her.”

“Right, next time I talk to her.”

“Do you want me to ask Judge Pelham for a continuance? It doesn’t look like you’ll be up and around any time soon.”

“I’ll be in court Monday morning, just have your guns cocked and ready.”

“I’ll be there.”

As Ronald left, Truman said, “Thanks.” Ronald waved over his shoulder. Truman picked up the phone as soon as he was gone and dialed in a number from memory.

“Singletary,” said the voice on the other end.

“Elvin D. This is Truman.”

“Tru! How you feelin’? It scared the crap out of us when we heard.”

“I’m banged up, but I’ll be okay. Hey, I have another job for you.”

“Sure.”

“Go to my house and get my briefcase. It’s inside, by the front door. I’ll need it today to go over some things.”

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