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Rex absently chews on the end of the pen in thought, attempting to see some sort of connection he can use to create a series of steps for their client. He had to figure out a way to prove that Jameson hadn’t had anything to do with all this, and then boil that down to some sort of helpful list and instruction for Jameson to use in court. It wasn’t backbreaking, but it was monotonous, and effectively relied on reading reports over and over again until things you already knew suddenly rearranged themselves and came at you differently.
The sort of work his partner, who was just coming in the door, was not that great at without some sort of blue spherical celestial object being nearby. (Eddie could do it, and probably better than Rex could, but he had to be in the right mindset, and right now he clearly wasn’t.)
‘Oh, are you still doing that?’
Rex shot Eddie what he felt was a graciously scathing look, given the obviousness of the statement, and quickly returned to the files.
‘Right. Well, brother Jameson says Jameson wasn’t there when they said he was, which corroborates his initial “wrong guy, wrong time” defense.’ He lingered in the doorway a moment, looking for a reaction. Upon receiving a distinct lack of one, he gave Rex a look for a moment and then asked, ‘You do, know, how to accept when things go right, don’t you?’
‘Did you bring more coffee?’
‘One for me, two for you, and one for that… girl, is she still even here?’
‘No idea.’ Rex stands up, cracking out his back and rubbing the meat of his hand from having done too much writing. As he and Eddie walk down the hallway into the main room - where Rex assumes the coffee is waiting; a sly method to get him to come out of his office - he continues. ‘I absolutely know when to accept that things are going well. I’m just… a bit concerned about it, is all.’
‘Exactly, it’s going well and you’re worried.’
‘And you’re not?’ he ventured, somewhat skeptically.
‘Course. But it’s not our case, Rex. It’s his. We’re consultants.’
‘That doesn’t mean—’
Eddie interrupted him with a gesture, as he happened to be drinking the coffee they’d come in here to retrieve. Swallowing, he started: ‘It doesn’t mean a lot of things, but mostly, it doesn’t mean that we have to get all wrapped up in the specifics. We figure out how best to help the client and we move on, Rex.’ Eddie could tell by the set of Rex’s features that this wasn’t sitting well with him, and he sighed. ‘You are more than welcome to… detective your little heart out, but don’t forget we have three people coming in tomorrow alone that are going to have the exact same situation.’ With that, Eddie went off to work on his own things. Rex’s turn to sigh. He knew Eddie was right.
But just a couple more hours; he could finalise and delineate what he’d already worked out so that Jameson would be able to easily follow it. Then he’d move on.
Chucking the hot dog at Eddie had so far been the most productive thing he’d managed all day - the sort-of-client they were currently trying to help had yet to provide either of them with enough information to actually be of any use, and thus far they’d attempted two different defenses only to have extenuating evidence they hadn’t known about be brought in to render them moot. Eddie was being absolutely useless, which he probably should have figured would happen given the series of events that had led to them having this case at all. But all of that made little difference; right now he had his own problems to deal with. How he’d been talked into a speech for Caleb’s graduation was still unclear, but he had a speech to memorise and an upcoming bout of panic to overcome.
Privately, he considered the amount of work they were currently putting into the most recent not-case was bordering on the far side of ludicrous, but given that it had mostly been his fault that they had it to begin with, he was keeping such thoughts to himself and simply doing his level best to not contribute in any sort of helpful capacity. So far this morning he’d made toast, finished a third of the crossword in the newspaper, and then nearly had a nap until Rex came in and threw a hot dog at him. Inhaling mustard by accident was making it difficult to fall back asleep - he suspected that was what Rex had intended.
‘It’s going to be difficult to get her and Carmichael to agree to the agreement.’
‘They’ve already agreed to agree eventually.’
‘That doesn’t mean they’re going to actually do it any time soon though, and in the meantime we just do what, sit around and wait on them to get it out of their systems?’
‘Well.. I can maybe think of one or two ways to speed up the process a little.’
‘Are these going to be p-‘
‘No.’
‘How long do I need to stay out for?’
‘Couple’a hours.’
‘I’ll pick us up something from Bill’s on the way back.’
Edward Rosencrantz was doing pretty well in Seattle for himself. Defending people, winning most of his cases, and working within a fairly well-established and respected firm. Maybe that was the problem. Eddie’d never taken well to tradition, and why stay mired in the politics of it all when it’s justice we’re after? Unfortunately, most of the judges didn’t find his specific perspective all that agreeable, and after being held in contempt of court one too many times, his firm very kindly asked him to leave. With his probation. He moved, met Rex, started their own firm - of sorts. Eddie tends to call it ‘a putty’ instead - and hopefully things will work out.
