ELENA POV
I stared at Andrew Martina across the metal table.
He waited. Patient. His pen was poised over his notepad.
"Ms. Castellano," he said finally. "I understand you're suspicious. But time is not on our side. Your arraignment is in seventy-two hours. I need to build a defense, and I can't do that if you won't talk to me."
Adrien's voice echoed in my head. Don't say anything without me present. Do you understand? Nothing.
"I want Adrien Brighton as my attorney," I said firmly. "Not you."
"That's not possible. The judge has ruled"
"Then get me a different judge. Appeal the ruling. Do whatever lawyers do. But I'm not talking until I have the attorney I chose."
Martina sighed, set down his pen. "Elena, may I call you Elena?"
"No."
