For a moment, I couldn’t figure out who it was., “Excuse me, can I know the name of my client who has been detained?”
There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone. The police asked the alleged client, “Your name, mister.”
“Alexander Zimmerman.”
Zimmerman?
It was not a common last name in K City, and I was certain that he was not my client.
However, the police did not give me any chance to explain myself. “Can you hear me? Please get here as soon as possible.”
He hung up right after.
Because of Bryson’s case, our firm made its mark in K City. It was understandable for the alleged offender to contact Brooklyn to handle the assault charges. Why in the world would this Zimmerman engage an unknown and inexperienced lawyer like me to handle his case?
Besides, he was allegedly involved in criminal assault. I decided it was best to stay away from the man and dismiss the case to the back of my head. However, the police department called me up twice in the afternoon, and I could only begrudgingly head there to find out more.
As lawyers, it was imperative for us to maintain amicable relationships with the police because of the frequent need to go to the stations. I could not risk being on the law enforcers’ bad books because of some calls.
The detention cell was on the right side of the office, in plain sight at the lobby entrance. There was only one young man being detained inside. The bruises on his face, also evidence, were blows he had suffered in the fight.
Even though Alexander was a disheveled mess, it didn’t affect his youthful good looks. He was indeed worthy of his name.
We locked gaze for two seconds. I was positive I had never seen this man in my life.
“So, are you representing this man?” I recognized the voice to be the police officer who had called me earlier. “Why are you so late?”
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