Winslow, what can I do for you?” The sergeant behind the big desk at the city jail smiled as Phil walked in. “I’d like to talk to Charlie Zlinter.” “Hey, Zlinter must be coming up in the world,” the sergeant said. “He’s talking with his lawyer right now.” The policeman grinned broadly. “What’s Charlie done that’s so important you guys from the DA’s office keep coming back?” “I just hate to see him get flushed down, Sergeant.” “Sure. Well, come on. I’ll take you down. Hey, did you hear the latest definition of a lawyer? A guy who persuades two people to take off their clothes and then steals them.” Phil had heard most of the lawyer jokes, including this one, but he laughed politely anyway. He followed the policeman down the hall and watched as he opened the door without knocking. “Hey, Zlinter, I got another lawyer here to see you.”
