Criminal
Jun. 7, 2000
Only in Beverly Hills
Dicta: By Mark B. Vezzani The phone rang. It was my secretary, who told me a lawyer wanted to see me. I was in charge of the district attorney's office in Beverly Hills at the time. "What's his name?" I inquired. A smile lit up my face when she told me. It was an old boss of mine who had retired and was in private practice.
By Mark B. Vezzani
The phone rang. It was my secretary, who told me a lawyer wanted to see me. I was in charge of the district attorney's office in Beverly Hills at the time. "What's his name?" I inquired. A smile lit up my face when she told me. It was an old boss of mine who had retired and was in private pr...
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