He slid his lanky frame awkwardly into the defendant’s chair, aware of the faint smell of his own nervous sweat. The courtroom looked like the set of some law drama-except for Diego this wasn’t TV but real life. What would Vidas want from him? What if he decided he didn’t like Diego? Would he recommend that the judge lock him up in juvie? Good to meet you, Diego.ĭiego shook hands warily. The stocky thirtysomething PO was shorter than six-foot-one Diego, but his grip was that of someone sure of himself, his voice calm and confident. He’s the probation officer assigned to your case. VIDAS,explained Diego’s court-appointed attorney as they headed into juvenile court.
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