After Midnight [antikvár]

ONETwenty to one she was guilty.And Cord Prescott was going to get her off. Staring at the metal door of the holding cell, Cord sensed it, with cool, cynical certainty."One of these days the cops are gonna win one for a change, you know that, Prescott?" Lieutenant Garza shoved open the heavy door. "Maybe this Rossini woman's gonna be it. A crumb for the cause of justice.""Maybe," Cord said neutrally. He didn't need to contest the point, not with Garza. The longtime cop met Cord's level gaze with acknowledgment of what they both knew: Guilty or not, she'd probably walk.Cord was good at his job.Garza yanked at the door. It clanged shut like the closing argument to an irrefutable case.As if unable to leave it at that, Garza shot an-H--