He dropped a thick file on her desk. The name on the tab made Alicia’s coffee turn to acid in her throat.
She turned and walked back into her office. The door closed. Outside, the snow began to fall again, covering the old mistakes of Chicago in a clean, temporary white. alicia florrick states attorney
Diane met her eyes. "He said, 'Then I suppose I’ll have to live with that.'" He dropped a thick file on her desk
Alicia didn’t flinch. She had learned that trick from Diane Lockhart. "Kurt is a ballistics expert, Marcus. He’s not a political consultant." The door closed
The Unwritten Recusal
"No," Alicia said quietly. "For one dead boy whose name you haven’t even spoken. His name was DeAndre Washington. He was seventeen. He liked comic books and wanted to be a nurse. And Kurt’s 'footnote' made sure the man who shot him in the back is walking free right now."