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"Talk about cutting it close," Connie Rubirosa said, not looking up as Cutter came into the office. The verdict had come back just an hour before, the defendants convicted of two counts of kidnapping and murder. Cutter had saved himself from his mistake -- but barely.
"He owned up to what he did, didn't he?" Michael Cutter's voice was unwavering, unrepentant.
Raising her brows, Connie followed him with her eyes as he moved across the room. He may have been able to play nonchalant now but she'd seen his reaction to Katie Conlon's emotional plea to her father in court.
Cutter loosened his tie as he punched something into his PDA.
"Do you like, get withdrawals if you don't make love to your PDA screen every couple of hours?" Connie asked.
"Funny, Rubirosa," he said, his accent (was it Long Island? She hadn't figured it out yet) slurring the last syllables of her name so it sounded like "Roob-rose-a".
She smirked at his back.
"Well, we didn't do so bad for our first couple-a cases, did we?" he turned, slightly, still engrossed in his PDA.
"You wield bats while you walk around the office," Connie said flatly.
"It helps me think," Cutter said.
"Riiight," she shook her head, looking down at her paperwork.
When Rubirosa put her head down, he stole a glance at her. "You're not such a bad lawyer."
Raising her head back up, Connie retorted, "You're certainly not McCoy."
It was Michael's turn to make a face. "I try not to look seventy years old when I can help it."