Free Fall

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Jennifer Sheridan stood in the door to my office as if she were Fay Wray and I was King Kong and a bunch of black guys in sagebrush tutus were going to tie her down so that I could have my way. If s a look I've seen before, on men as well as women. "I'm a detective, Ms. Sheridan. I'm not going to hurt you. You may even find that you like me." I gave her my best Dudley Do-Right smile. The one with the twinkle.

Jennifer Sheridan said, "Is what we say privileged, Mr. Cole?"

"As in attorney-client?" I was holding the door, but Jennifer Sheridan couldn't seem to make up her mind whether to come in or leave.

"Yes."

I shook my head. "No. My records and my testimony can be subpoenaed, and under California law, I must provide them."

"Oh." She didn't like that.

"But there is latitude. I sometimes forget things."

"Oh." She liked that better, but she still wasn't convinced. I guess there's only so much you can do with the Dudley.

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