Page 26 of Precise Justice

“So, a different lawyer…” Priscilla started to say.

“I want Marc,” Robbie said again.

Priscilla continued by saying, “…won’t make much difference.”

“Probably not,” Marc said.

“Then we want you to stay,” Priscilla said. “If you will.”

“I will. It’s settled then,” Marc said.

“Okay, what’s the good news?” Priscilla asked.

“That was the good news. I need to hire an investigator to get witness statements,” Marc said.

“Do you know one?”

“I know a couple of really good ones. But, they’re not cheap. She is less expensive than me. It’s better to let her chase down witnesses than me and she’s better at it.”

“She?” Priscilla asked.

“Trust me, people love talking to her. They’ll tell her their life story if she asks,” Marc answered.

“You’re going to need more money,” Priscilla said.

“Afraid so yes.”

“How much?” Priscilla asked.

“We’ll see. The retainer is enough for now. Madeline will get the witness statements. Hopefully, we’ll be able to use them to get a dismissal.

“Robbie, I want the names and any information you can get about who was there when this happened. Names, addresses, phone numbers, things like that. As soon as you can. Tomorrow is not too soon.”

“Okay, I’ll do that,” Robbie said. “I won’t have them all until after school tomorrow.”

“Call me if you need anything and when you have the list.”

“We’ll drop them off tomorrow after school,” Priscilla said looking at Marc with a lustful eye when she said it.

That afternoon, Robbie entered the library/study hall at the normal 3:00 o’clock.He removed an 8 ½ x 11 tablet of paper from his backpack. While the rest of the students came in, Robbie was busy writing their names down.

“What are you doing?” his tablemate, Stephanie asked.

“What’s your phone number?” Robbie asked instead of answering.

“Why?” Stephanie asked then gave it to him.

“Making a list for my lawyer,” Robbie answered. “Everyone who was here and saw what happened.”

“I can’t believe this. They’re charging you with a crime,” Stephanie said.

At that moment, Alex and his shadow, Kevin/Emily walked into the study hall. The door was three rows back directly behind their table.

“Dyke patrol,” Stephanie whispered.

When Alex reached Robbie’s table, Alex bent down and snarled, “Did you enjoy your night in jail? Get used to it, bitch.”

Robbie leaned back in his chair, looked up at Alex, smiled and asked, “How’s the nose?”