It's a long drive from Buffalo to New York City's New Jersey suburbs...nearly 400 miles. I've done it several times...and I'm finally realizing this stretch of road gets ideas to bloom in my brain, when it comes to writing. Maybe it's the familiarity of it...
First I travel along the 90 to Syracuse, then go south on the 81 to the 380, by Scranton, and cut over to the 80 to get down to wherever I need to get off. Sounds quick, putting it this way, but invariably there is some slowdown on the road, adding an hour to the journey. Like today's was a nasty wreck just before I got to the Delaware Water Gap.
Still, it was relatively quick -- 7 hours instead of 8 or 9 on a journey that ought to take about 6.5 hours.
Anyway, as I was going along, Simon brought ReShawn into the conversation...and we came to the conclusion that he will have his law firm post bail so Simon can be released from jail. The trashy food and his inability to sleep in the noise of the cells is wearing him down, on top of which he's already elderly.
He's also being vaguly accused of molestating a little boy, even though the description of the perpetrator in that case only barely lines up with Simon's appearance. Dillon is using it to pressure Simon into backing down from appealing the verdict. Having his apartment searched and files seized.
Which angers ReShawn. Dillon's treating him taking over Simon's defense as just an afterthought. So ReShawn talks with the senior partner at his firm about Dillon's actions. He thought the guy was a bit single-minded, but honest. Then he remembers another case from a few years earlier where Dillon bent over backwards to help exonerate a man who exposed himself next to a schoolyard, despite actual evidence.
I dunno...maybe not that obvious a parallel, but along those lines. And it leads to other issues and a vicious legal back and forth between ReShawn and Dillon, with some veiled threats. It's just an outline, right now.
But the structure is beginning to come together.
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