"Of course not."
"Keys?"
"What if he is?"
"Put him on."
There was a delay, but Keys' romantic good looks replaced Elmer's left-tackle belligerence. "What now?" he asked.
"Do you know where Mary is?" I started.
"Maybe."
"She tell you I'm her attorney?"
"Yes."
"I just found out that she's in twice the trouble I thought before. The kid's a pawn in a fight for power between political oppositions. They'll crucify her gladly, without respect to the merits of the case. Too much is riding on it for justice to wind up triumphant."