did not yet have proof of.
That this wasn’t really about Walter at all.
That Walter was the scenery in somebody else’s story.
He was sitting in his kitchen at 11:30 on a Wednesday night, 3 weeks after the charges were filed, eating a bowl of soup and reading through the discovery documents his public defender had given him when his phone rang.
Unknown number.
He almost didn’t answer.
Walter.
He recognized the voice immediately.
It was Marcus.
Walter set down his spoon.
How did you? Darnell found the
