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Well, Did He Do It?" She Always Asked The Irrelevant Question. It Didn't Matter In Terms Of The Strategy Of The Case Whether The Defendant "did It" Or Not. What Mattered Was The Evidence Against Him -- The Proof -- And If And How It Could Be Neutralized. My Job Was To Bury The Proof, To Color The Proof A Shade Of Gray. Gray Was The Color Of Reasonable Doubt.

Las Vegas Was Like That. There Was A Visceral Attraction Here. The Bold Promise Of Money And Sex. But The First Was A Broken Promise, A Mirage, And The Second Was Fraught With Danger, Expense, Physical And Mental Risk. It Was Where The Real Gambling Took Place In This Town.

I've Sold 11 Of My Books To Hollywood. There Are All Kinds Of My Books On Shelves In Hollywood Because The Scripts Didn't Capture The Characters.

You Can Fall In Love And Make Love Many Times But There Is Only One Bullet With Your Name Etched On The Side. And If You Are Lucky Enough To Be Shot With That Bullet Then The Wound Never Heals.

I Think Books With Weak Or Translucent Plots Can Survive If The Character Being Drawn Along The Path Is Rich, Interesting And Multi-faceted. The Opposite Is Not True.