Chapter 26: God, what a prima donna!

'God! What a prima donna.' Elisabeth was scathing and began to walk away. Changing her mind because it had to be resolved she came back to stand, not too close. Far enough, in fact, to keep the furtive audience informed. 'I know the trial starts on Monday. I'm the one who has to get up in front of a jury and try to convince them Russell couldn't have done what he himself can't tell us if he did or not. How do you think I feel? I feel like hell because he ...' she became aware of the audience and realised what she was saying. She moved in until their toes were all but touching. '... because he could be guilty.' She said it quietly, all the fire gone.

Robert too, had burnt out. 'You're not doubting his amnesia now?'

Her chin dropped to her chest. 'No.' She looked up. 'But who else could have stabbed Stavros?'