CAN THEY OVERCOME THEIR OBSTACLES AND FIGHT FOR THEIR LOVE?

t session. Public defender Flint Mason smiled and leaned over to shake his client's hand, a

ced with the difficult choice of making her three small children walk two miles with her to the nearest gro

mercy of a jury who was most definitely not made up of her peers. The young woman

r arm to usher her out of the c

sank in. "Gracias!" she cried, squeezing him in a quick

fended five clients in court since early that morning. Two were found guilty and got sent back to the county jail while the other three were free to go. He f

er's office, he really didn't want to know if his clients were innocent or guilty. He'd learned things were much easier that way.

ago, he'd been young and idealistic; he thought he could change things and make a differen

d calls and several voice messages. Flint swore softly. He never gave out his cell phone number to clients

ller said, as if he wouldn't recognize his

I hate like hell telling you this over the phone but since you aren't returning your damn phone calls, I don't have a choice." Jesse's voice cracked. "They got him, Flint. Those son of a bitch Liberators fi

oment before rushing into the restroom and splashing water on his face. Breathing deeply, he struggled

sink and drew in se

t have to

lint was the closest to. They'd grown up together as childhood best friends a

. Now he'd never know. And now he would never have a chance to patch thing

ed over Flint, filling him to the brim with an overwhelming desire for rev

ther into a duffel bag. He searched through his closet until he found what he was looking for: an old pair

l of the leather brought back memories, so sharp and vivid he could almost tou

irt. Carefully concealed underneath the business attire was the hidden link

ply in big

l Inf

for Flint