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Prove It [MultiFormat]
eBook by Simon Wood
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Milligan thought his need to prove his innocence or guilt ended in the courtroom, but he learns that even in prison his crimes have to be vetted by the inmates.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Map of Murder Anthology, 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2008
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [24 KB]
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, Portable Document Format (PDF) [151 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [73 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [81 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [56 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [39 KB]
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, Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [39 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [21 KB]
Words: 3193
Reading time: 9-12 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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Monday
Milligan climbed the bleachers running alongside second base and dropped his weight on an aluminum bench seat. Benton sat down next to him. They watched the San Quentin inmates practice on a field paid for by the San Francisco Giants. Gomez, who could have had a promising career if he hadn't kept stealing cars, turned a fastball into a home run. He called out to Milligan and Benton as he took his trip around the bases, trying to rouse some appreciation for the hit. He didn't get his adoration.
"How much do you owe the lawyer?" Benton asked.
"Ten grand. Carole sold the car to pay his some of his fees, but now that she's been laid off, she can't afford to pay him the rest. She can barely pay the rent. I never should have gone for the appeal."
His appeal had crashed and burned. It had been the dumbest idea he'd had since he'd ripped off the liquor store on an impulse. Macarthur, his lawyer, felt the judgment against him had been harsh and the D.A.'s case had been sloppy. But the D.A. dotted the i's and crossed for the t's for the rematch. The only winner has been Macarthur's bank account.
"What about savings? You must have something tucked away," Benton suggested.
What a joke. A life of crime and what did he have to show for it? Nothing. A big fat zero. "I told him the only thing I have left to my name is my life insurance."
"You Milligan?" the heavily muscled Hispanic demanded, casting a shadow over them. Bulging biceps stretched the arms of his prison issue tee shirt, threatening to tear the material. His sixty-inch chest tapered to a narrow waist. Gang tattoos lined his arms. And he wasn't alone. Two equally lethal looking Hispanics shadowed him.
The interruption threw Milligan. He stammered something that wasn't a reply. The Hispanic, unsatisfied with the response, grabbed Milligan by the shirt pockets. His fingers bit into Milligan's flesh as he hoisted him to his feet. The Hispanic's boys moved in to shroud events from prying eyes. Benton jumped to his feet as a sign of allegiance, but he was heavily outgunned in this situation.
"You're Phillip Milligan, aren't you, man?"
The Hispanic released one hand and drew back a fist. Milligan turned his head away, closed his eyes and braced for the impact. "Yeah, man, I'm Phillip Milligan."
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