Alex Cabot was making a phone call. A very important one ( Read more... )

Alex was practically glowing. Alex was so happy that she wouldn't even object to someone saying she glowed. She'd laugh, uproariously. And spin around and soak it all in.

She loved this city. She loved every last crumbling inch of the old whore. She was homeThat stupid island she'd been stuck on, in Witness Protection, had given her a male body ( Read more... )