Chapter 0332


    Kent res at his son. “I said | don’t need it.”


    “Your sample showed evidence of viable sperm,” Daniel snaps, grabbing the envelope off the table and shoving it back into his


    pocket. “Another reason to fire that doctor. So, unless you have other concerns about Fay, you should stop treating her like shit


    and believe her when she says she’s only sleeping with you.”


    “| said,” Kent growls again, “I didn’t need it.”


    “Well, you''ve got it now. So would you fucking call her?”


    Kent clenches his jaw and turns his face away. “I don’t have phone privileges,” he sighs.


    “Oh,” Daniel says, a little awkward now. He had assumed...


    They''re quiet for a long moment, but Kent nces at the clock and realizes that time is running short. “What''s that,” he asks,


    nodding towards the other envelope.


    “Draft of a plea deal,” Daniel says, looking up again and burping a little, turning a bit green as he does.


    “Jesus,” Kent mutters under his breath, ring both at the envelope and at his hungover son. Then he pushes the document


    away from him. “I don’t want this either.”


    “All of yourwyers agree, dad,” Daniel says, leaning forward to re at him. “You’re going away for life — you could even get the


    death penalty if you don’t agree to what they''re offering —*


    “| didn’t do half these crimes, Daniel,” Kent growls, meeting his son’s eyes. “The only way | have a chance of getting out of this is


    if | can convince a jury to listen —*


    “This isn’t Twelve Angry Men, dad!” Daniel snaps, banging a hand on the table. “You are not getting out of this on reasonable


    doubt! Even if you didn’tmit half those crimes, you still did the other half! What the fuck do you think half of a life sentence is,


    forty years? Is that seriously what you want, to get out of here when you''re eighty, to meet your fucking kid when they’re middle


    aged?”


    Shocked, Kent sits back in his seat, staring at his son.


    “Just...” Daniel sighs, frustrated as hell and feeling like he might barf at any second. “Would you please just take the deal, dad?”


    “Is it any better?” Kent snaps, ring at his kid and then looking down at the envelope. “Are they seriously offering less than forty


    years?”


    “If you''re willing to...talk,” Daniel says, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “about the Russians. They''re willing


    to give you twenty.”


    Kent nches at the number, but then he shakes his head.


    “It''s still too much. | need to walk.”


    “You are not listening —*


    “YOU,” Kent snaps, pounding his hand t on the table. “Are not listening!”


    Daniel, to Kent''s surprise, just groans and covers his face with his hands, leaning so far back in his chair that it tilts onto its two


    back legs.


    “God, dad, why are you so stubborn? Would you...would you please just at least open the envelope? Consider it?”


    Confused, but slightly persuaded at this strange request, Kent grabs the envelope off the table and tears it open. He pulls out the


    paper inside, looking through what hiswyers think is the best they can offer.


    “| can’t take this,” he murmurs, shaking his head, still believing that a full acquittal is the only way to go.


    “Read thest page,” Daniel sighs, still leaning back and covering his face with his hands.


    Confused, Kent does so, frowning at the legalnguage that doesn’t seem to spell out anything special...


    But then, there at the bottom, a few words are written in Fay’s slightly chaotic cursive script.


    Take the deal, Kent.


    He stares at them, shocked. And then, almost before he can stop himself, he runs a finger over the ink, tracing the letters she


    wrote.


    Slowly, he lowers the paperwork to the paper and looks up at his son. Daniel, having leaned forward again without Kent noticing,


    stares right back at him.


    “What''s going on,” Kent asks, stern. Because...why does Fay have anything to say about this? Why is she involved?


    “Honestly, dad,” Daniel says, “she’s keeping me in the dark too. But you either trust her, or you don’t.”


    Kent takes a long minute to sit back in his chair and think.


    “One minute left,” the voice announces. “Say your goodbyes.”


    “Dad...” Daniel says, spreading his hands wide, pleading.


    “Fine,” Kent snaps. “I''ll do it.”


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    “| love you, dad,” Daniel murmurs into Kent’s shoulder.


    “Hands off!” the loudspeaker res. “No touching!”


    “| love you too, kid,” Kent whispers back. “Tell her, too.”


    “We said hands OFF!”


    “Nah,” Daniel says, pulling back a little now to smile at his dad. “I''ll leave that to you.”


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