"Neither did McCoy." He sighed and looked at me sadly. "Look, Livingston, I know how you feel. We all feel that way. We talk a lot about how hard we fight in court, and our take no prisoners attitude, but that's all figurative. What happened to McCoy was real. We never dreamed something like this would happen to one of us, an attorney, over a case.
"You haven't been here very long, but everyone here, from me down to the janitor, likes you and respects you. We're proud of you, and you have a great future here. We don't want to see that future put in jeopardy over a scumbag like Bandini. More important, Livingston, we don't want to see you hurt, or even killed. That's a real possibility, you know."
He paused. I could tell he was truly concerned about me, and I was touched, but I knew what
