My testimony, the knives with Arlington’s prints and the one with Hindenburg’s blood ... well, I guess there were no guaranteed outcomes. Never ea... your chicken wings before they’re fried, or whatever that saying was. Anything could happen in the emotional heat of a trial.Longmire would defend his client aggressively and skillfully, drawing on his years of murder-trial experience. He’d look for a wedge, a technicality, a loopy juror ... anything.But either way — guilty or innocent — Longmire. “Yesh...biiiig dickead...like thish” he made a big gesture with his hands to show me how big of a dickhead I thought I was.“Ok I got it...would you get in the car now?” I told him grabbing his wrist."Fuck off! You shounds likess mees fuckin' dad!" he shouted back.That was a no, then, as he put his back against the car door to make his point.“I need a fag...” he said fiddling in his pockets looking for some cigarettes, he extracted a cheap Reebok wallet, which immediately dropped on the ground.I. As in “If I tell you I’ll have to kill you!” kind of secret.The theory was simple on face value. A web of satellites, based on Julia’s theories, was sent into orbit all around the globe. The cover story was that they were a new generation GPS that would be switched on once all satellites were in place and the technical bugs worked out. In reality, they were long distance holographic projectors and receivers using lasers and microwaves and some other functions that couldn’t even be spoken of. “Really, have you got some? Where are they? Can I come and see them?” he asked.We arranged to meet at 2 the next day as I had the house to myself. He arrived at about 5 seconds past and we both could see that the other was quite excited about what we were about to do. Entering the shed I turned the light on got the key of the shelf moved the tools opened the box removed the top magazine and held it up to him. Even in his pants I could see he had a sizeable erection, and there was no hiding the.