Duff now mocked the story of the smartphone swap.
He put them on his hood, and she begged him to put them somewhere else.
She snapped when people forgot to lock the doors.
He took the stand, wearing one of the unassuming sweaters that had seemed his sole wardrobe through the trial.
Her daughter, now 15, took the stick.
Jill Easter had hired Paul Meyer, an Orange County defense lawyer so formidable that judges turned to him when they were in trouble.
So far, however, defense arguments had thwarted police from examining whatever incriminating messages the phones might contain.
Blue Christmas Elvis Presley.
And we look forward to Powerade's release of Mystic Mountain Blueberry.
This coupling looked less erotic than the previous one he'd witnessed.
Everybody got problems.
This is a new era for Dennit Racing, huh?
Kent Easter's law office was across the street.
And for someone who was so damn lonely you did a good job of concealing it.