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"You'll never get that gun admitted into evidence," Shambala said. "That search was illegal and you know it. Defendants still have some rights –"
Ben pressed a finger to her lips. "You know the deal. In court, we're opposites, but work is left behind when we step into this apartment."
"But –"
"No buts." Ben leaned in close, taking in her scent.
Shambala smiled. "Ah, the light dawns. You've got something else on your mind."
"It's true, I do," Ben whispered. "I've been thinking about you all day."
"I'll tell you what, Counselor. You let me explain why your motion is a joke, and then we can talk about what you want."
All Ben could do was groan.
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