“I’m glad I could inadvertently help,” she says.

Her stoic tone belies a flutter in her chest, an intense thought that keeping one kid out of juvenile detention over a petty theft can ripple through a community for good, no matter how small. What did new bank branches do that could hope to compare?

But Saul Goodman is another matter entirely, and the way Jesse places a business relationship secondary to being close feels like a quiet warning sign. Of what, she’s not sure.

“I do,” she confirms. He’s my husband sits on the tip of her tongue, but she holds it, at least for now. “He was your lawyer?”