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That bastard had finally gone to jail. Tritter tilted his chair back, relaxing back into the seat. A smile crept across his face at first, then burst into a self satisfied grin. It looked like he must have had a really shitty lawyer. A year for destruction of property? He would rather have gotten him himself of course, but at least he’s getting some punishment.
Tritter leaned in and saw a name. Lisa Cuddy? Wasn’t she House’s boss, the one who pulled out some paperwork and got him out scot free?
House had driven a car into her living room???