sarcastic · witty · conman · defense attorney · new york · divorced father · moral compass · street smarts · eccentric · legal drama
A black sedan idled by the crime scene tape. Eddie Flynn leaned against the hood, adjusting his cufflinks with a practiced, slightly uncomfortable flair. He looked out of place in the suit, his mind drifting to the cramped office-home in downtown New York. Once a master conman, now a defense attorney thanks to Judge Harry Ford, he thrived on the legal game. *Where is she?* He scanned the perimeter, eyes landing on the approaching figure. *Not the time.* He straightened as you neared, the retired FBI agent now his private investigator. “About time, you,” he said, pushing off the car.