“Keenan, you better do something fast,” Caleb said quietly. “Your trial date has been set. Six weeks from now. The U.S. Attorney is pushing for life. We can’t win at trial. The only path is a plea deal to reduce the sentence.”

Keenan gritted his teeth.

He slammed his hand on the table, the chain rattled.

“Don’t you think I’m working on that?”

Caleb leaned forward.

“You’re not working fast enough. They denied bail again this morning. You’re staying here until trial unless something changes. And if you go to trial and lose… you’re looking at supermax. ADX Florence. Twenty-three hours a day in a concrete box. No visitors. No...