Sitting in two of the folding chairs across from Farrell, Cliff and Theresa Curtlee had already congratulated him on his election victory. Now they exchanged glances with each other. Owners of San Francisco's number-two newspaper, the Courier, the Curtlees had a lot of experience getting what they wanted in several different businesses-waste management, towing, import/export-and their tag-team approach had a long history of success. For this current campaign, their expectations were high because they had been large donors to Farrell's campaign. Additionally the Courier had run some flattering profiles of him before the election and in the end had endorsed him.

Farrell had done as much homework as he could. The Curtlees' son, Ro, had spent the past nine years in prison serving a twenty-five-to-life term for the rape and murder of one of their housekeepers, Dolores Sandoval. On the day before Farrell's election, the U.S. Supreme Court had refused to review the decision of the federal Ninth Circuit Court of Appeal that had sent the case back to San Francisco for a new trial. The Ninth Circuit had reversed the conviction, overruling both the California Court of Appeal and the California Supreme Court.

Cliff evidently gave Theresa the green light to begin. Her face, rigid with Botox, twitched in a semblance of a smile, and she cleared her throat. "We wanted to talk to you about our son, Roland, as you may have already guessed."

Farrell grinned to make himself look amicable. "I thought that might be what it was."

"What it is"-Cliff came forward for emphasis-"is that he's innocent."

"This whole thing has just been such a travesty of justice," Theresa added, "and we were hoping that with someone new at the helm here, together we could find a way to make up for some of the time we've all lost over his case and possibly give us all a chance for the healing to begin."