Chapter 49

“Come on, boys,” Marian said, rising. “Pull it together.”

They looked at each other with wide eyes as they stood for the second time that day.

“This court is back in session. The Honourable Judge Morrison presiding.”

There were only twelve people in the room other than the bailiff, the judge, and some kind of clerical presence whose title Thom wasn’t sure of. Stenographer? Court reporter? Assistant? He’d spent most of the morning watching her fiddle with recording gear and found her bored efficiency soothing. He had no time for her now, though. His eyes were on the judge and the judge alone. Had she had a good lunch? Was it a good day for her? Did she like dogs? What was going on in her mind and how was she going to find for his case? He sent out a silent plea and closed his eyes as if that would help the thought find its way to her.