Dorian nodded and followed Kade outside, taking his own vehicle to the precinct. He knew immediately that the young man was innocent. He didn't have the face of a killer, and it only took an hour to get him out of police custody. He took the case, and went over the details with Jacob of what was going to happen. By afternoon Jacob took a plea of not guilty and they had a court date scheduled for next week. The days between court Dorian didn't file for, unless Jacob had to meet with him and only then did he charge by the hour. An hour of pure on call answering questions and providing information. Once he'd tallied up the costs, regardless if Kade could handle them or not, he went to his location.<br/><br/>Part of him hadn't wanted to. Part of him thought it was a bad idea. But Kade was the one handling the financial aspects of the case, and it was appropriate that he go through him. He hadn't mentioned costs to Jacob, and that was fine. This wasn't the first case that he'd handled the financial means through a different party other than the defendant themselves. He arrived late in the evening, having finished up his shift and gone to get dinner. He had skipped lunch, which wasn't unusual for him. Not the smartest idea, but he valued his clients over his own health often times. He wasn't completely heartless.<br/><br/>He was still in his suit. He only had work out clothes and pajamas for casual wear. He didn't do casual, and he hadn't been on a date in years. Not that he thought this was a date, anyway. It was still business, and business meant good clothes. He allowed himself to be escorted to the VIP section, and accepted a gin and tonic for a drink while he waited for Kade to show up. Dorian had never been to this particular establishment. In truth he hadn't been to every single bar, club, restaurant or other establishment in New York. He only picked out a select few, and made it a habit to frequent the places.<br/><br/>This place was old, but fashionable. He liked the atmosphere. It was classy, not too rambunctious. Not one of those hooker joints in the lower lands, but something well marked by the age of the city itself. He examined the view from the VIP section, drink in hand. The other was tucked behind his back. The papers he'd brought with him were folded in the breast pocket of his suit. Had Kade known he'd take the case? Perhaps he would never know, and he didn't know why that particular question bothered him so much. Why did he care when it was just business? More money in his pocket? And he knew that Jacob would walk free in the end, if his reputation had anything to say about it.