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Analysis Of The Movie ' The Night Rashida '

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night, but now that Tucker was camped out at their table Denny was going to have no chance. * Next morning Denny was up early. He considered it a miracle he hadn’t gotten drunk last night, especially being at The Wild Bull, but he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to accomplish the same feat today. And what had happened last night was adding to his stress because he’d been unable to learn from Brig, who talked to Rufus Tucker all night, what he knew about the night Rashida was killed. And who was this Rufus Tucker character anyway? He was probably one of Brig’s war buddies, but he was older and one hell of a loudmouth. Whatever. Denny showered, shaved and headed to Aunt Elizabeth’s office. Nine a.m. The sun was out, glaring off the freshly …show more content…

“Let’s make this official. Do you want to retain me as your attorney?” He shrugged. “Just say ‘yes.’” “Yes.” “Do you have a dollar?” Denny reached for his wallet. “Uh huh.” She nodded. “Give it to me.” He did. “Now sign this.” She handed him a piece of paper and a pen. He signed and handed it back. “Okay, now that you’ve requested I be your attorney and you’ve paid a retainer and signed a contract we have established attorney-client privilege, and that means that from now on anything you tell me is between just you and me. No police officer or lawyer or judge can force either of us to reveal any of it. Do you understand?” “I think so, yes.” “So, now what I want you to do is tell me everything you know about Rashida’s murder—” “I don’t know anything really—” “Let me finish. I want to know what you do know, whatever it might be, and I want you to tell me everything you were doing at the time of the murder.” Denny had known that was coming. Ugh. “Aunt Elizabeth.” She waited. “You know how I told you I was drinking that night?” “Yes.” “Well.” He took another deep breath and looked around. “I don’t remember a lot of the night.” She looked hard at him. “You mean you blacked out?” There were those words again. He nodded. “For how long?” “I don’t really know. Hours though.” “And during the time the murder was committed?” “I think so, yes.” “Okay.” She blew out a breath. “I can see now why you were nervous about talking to the police.” “Yeah.” It felt good to tell her

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