“I’m here to see my client,” Julius said to the front desk of the Milford Police Department. “Nigel Watson.”

The duty chief buzzed in Julius. “He has been moved to the conference room near the back of the precinct. Give this to the guard on duty.”

The duty chief handed the authorization slip to Julius. Since Nigel was a minor, the Milford police had a legal obligation to separate him from any adult that was incarcerated. Apparently all of the holding cells and interview rooms were full if Nigel was in a conference room.

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“How you holding up, Kid?”

Nigel’s head was buried in the sleeves of his hoodie. Several snacks, sandwich wrappers, and a toiletry pack were visible on the table.

“The good news is that you have an actual court date tomorrow. We have an excellent chance of getting you released.”

Nigel’s head snapped up with a small smile, the first sign of joy he had seen on the kid’s face.

“Legally, the court had to see you within twenty-one days of arrest. You’re at ten days, but I convinced a judge to move it up sooner since you were denied visitors for the first several days.”

Julius handed Nigel a paper and pen.

“Write down your suit size. We’re going to court!”