Dallas shook his head. "We're talking class 1 non-probational felony."

Cynthia gulped. Why couldn't they have made it to the Philippines? They should have fled earlier. Damn Bill for insisting they lay low in that rattrap all that time. They could have been sipping Mai Thais instead of facing prison.

"If only we could have made it," Cynthia voiced her sorrow. Dallas seemed quite perplexed.

"What made you guys go for the Philippians?" He must have noticed the look on her face questioning his intelligence, because he appeared taken aback as he tried to explain. "It just doesn't seem the place where you three would try to hide. Paris maybe, hell, even Singapore, but the Philippines."

"No extradition." God, how could he be so stupid and still be such a profitable lawyer? It was his turn to brand her an idiot with a glance. "What?"

He just laughed.

"Tell me what's so funny, or I'll…"

"You'll what?" Dallas glanced about the room. "Leave?" A smug look silenced his laughter as his face turned stony. Cynthia felt a fury rise up in her chest, right or not. "Fire me?" Dallas chuckled. "Hell's bells, woman, go right ahead. No lawyer likes smiling at a jury when his client is guilty as sin."

Dallas waited, but Cynthia decided to play nice. She didn't need him against her. Dallas Kirby was the best lawyer in the country, and he'd flown to Chicago just for them. If anyone could cut them a deal, it was him.