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"I spread my arms wide like a minister in front of his flock. "My pulpit is the well of the courtroom. I preach to the twelve apostles, the gods of guilt." Valenzula casually looked at me. "Yeah, well, whatever. It's still pretty low and you should be ashamed of your ass. Almost as low as you racing out here ahead of me and hiding in there, telling her not to answer the door." I nodded. He had it all figured out. I signaled him off the hood of the car. "Well, Val, Ms. Roberts is now my client and I am authorized to accept the subpoena from Fulgoni on her behalf." He slid off the car, dragging the wallet chain looped from his belt to his back pocket along the paint. "Oh, geez, my fucking bad. I hope I didn't scratch it, Reverend."
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