Call it Mutually Untenable
Dec. 8th, 2009 02:39 pmA heavy hand took a painful grip on my left shoulder. "No need to be rude now," the thug attached to it grumbled in a voice like an earthquake.
I glared at him. "Do you really want to start a ruckus, with all the world down on the street? It would only lend credence to any accusation that was made about interference in my trial."
He blinked, and glanced at the prosecutor, who gestured that I should be let go.
I turned my attention back to the speaking tube. "Well? You started this."
"It seems we are at an impasse."
I glared at him. "Do you really want to start a ruckus, with all the world down on the street? It would only lend credence to any accusation that was made about interference in my trial."
He blinked, and glanced at the prosecutor, who gestured that I should be let go.
I turned my attention back to the speaking tube. "Well? You started this."
"It seems we are at an impasse."