CHAPTER 30
ONCE AGAIN, OLIVER turned out to be right. When the trial started, it took over his life. Our two nights a week turned into a few snatched hours, and on one occasion, he fell asleep on the sofa before dinner even arrived. I didn’t have the heart to wake him. Instead, I took off his shoes and tie then tucked a blanket around his exhausted body. He needed the rest.
I refused to watch the TV coverage of Carter, but it didn’t matter. Imogen did it for me and recounted events in glorious detail.
“The whole thing’s a circus,” she said as we walked to Java one morning. “The Ghost’s fans are outside court every day with banners and masks, but he hasn’t turned up so far. And Oliver Rhodes has his own followers too. He was on the news signing autographs and posing for selfies.”
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