"Ms. Clarke," Olinger says, a little stiffer now, more authoritative than the friendly and conversational tone he'd taken up until this point. "I have no doubt you are an intelligent woman. A lawyer is, in essence, an investigator in their own right, wouldn't you agree? You must be able to make certain conclusions based on the facts before you. I, too, have learned this skill. Now, please correct me if I'm terribly wrong, but the facts before me are as follows: You, Ms. Clarke, worked a very difficult case some years back. A public defender for a man already convicted of his crimes in the court of public opinion. I'm sure that was quite the harrowing experience, Nina, and I'm sure that working so closely with the individual in question, trying to convince others he was innocent, you may have come to believe it yourself. I understand you may feel a misplaced bond, a sense of loyalty, that has clouded your judgement. But I believe in second chances, Nina. I do. I am not here to damn you for your mistakes. I think we can both accept that Miss Rafferty is not the only ex-convict you have been maintaining a relationship with. It has to stop. Please, Nina. Let's start anew with total honesty. If you have a contraband device on your person, please hand it over now, or I'm afraid my friends will be forced to search you."