A “Not Guilty” Letdown

I walk my client out to the street afterward (“You mean I don’t have to sign anything, I can just go?”), disappointed that, since it is late in the day, there is no one still at the courthouse to share the news with. First I get my wife’s voice mail. Then I get my investigator’s. Walking over to the parking garage, I run into my pal Sean Riley. At least I have somebody to tell. Riley is game.  He puts on a good show of interest.