The Favor Chpt. 13
"Ah" Phoenix shushed, tapping Ace on the nose, "Shh." Miles blinked cocking an eyebrow at the dog.
"Ace," he echoed, his expression blank.
The defense attorney looked at his dog, then to Miles. "If he'd calm down, I'd say you could pet him, but- woah!" Ace wiggled out of his owner's arms, promptly dropping onto the floor. The echo of his claws bounced off the hallway walls, loud against the hardwood floor. Phoenix immediately squatted to grab for Ace's collar, but he stopped, eyebrows high.
The dog was seated in front of Miles, his tail drumming against the floor. He looked up at the prosecutor with his bright brown eyes, neither moving towards nor away from him.
"Er," Miles breathed looking down at Ace oddly. "Hello," he smiled suddenly kneeling beside the pup. Stretching out a hand, Ace snuffled at its wide palm before pressing his head into it. Phoenix laughed, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back onto his heels.
"Wow, Miles." Wright smirked and stood, looki
The Favor Chpt. 12
Phoenix led Miles through the lobby, waving at the manager as he passed by.
"I know another defense attorney who lives here," Phoenix nodded to a door to his right. Miles studied the dark green door with it's little glass peephole and '2' in gold lettering.
"Who may that be?" Miles mused, lowering an eye brow.
"Markkus... Starr," he answered uncertainly, coming to an abrupt halt at door 9.
"No possible relation to the Angel Starr, is there?" Miles winced and smoothed down his hair. Angel Starr despised Miles, and Miles wasn't too fond of her either. She had developed a cynical hatred of prosecutors, which then included Miles, after the SL-9 Incident.
"Heh, no. I specifically made sure that there was no relation whatsoever," Phoenix laughed sadly, an awkward smile on his lips. Miles's lip twitched into a small smirk.
The defense attorney stuck his hand into his pocket, looking up as he searched for his keys. "Here we go," he breathed, sticking the key into the lock and then pressing the