Resources - Court Drawing

One of those drawings you see when they can't take photographs in a court.

Chapter 16

I was bored.

She was going on.

I had some paper in front of me — the sheet with the audit on it that was performed twice in October 1993 that precipitated the speedy investigation two months later — the bottom third of it was completely blank.

I didn't have some Reeves or Rembrandt pastels with me but I did have a pen.

“She sat there, twiddling with her pen, talking as though she was a contestant on the famous radio program ‘Just an hour’.”

‘I’m struggling with my inadequate evidence but still being a bitch about it.’

	This was it: the portal to the directorial sanctuary - the home of the dog-shit world of middle management power politics - the entrance to the inner perfidium. I put my hand on the brass door knob and twisted.

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