CHAPTER 33
TWO WEEKS LATER, Oliver walked into his apartment and dropped his briefcase in the hallway. He’d told me to keep the key so I could get there early on the days I was due to see him, and I tended to take advantage of his comfy sofa and giant TV.
“It’s over.”
I scrambled up, rushed across the room, and flung my arms around him. “The jury’s out?”
“As of four o’clock.”
He’d already told me this was the part he hated most, that period between the summing up and the verdict where everything was out of his control and all we could do was wait.
“Did it go okay?”
“I think so. I hope so. Granville lost a bit of his fire after your testimony, and I’d already argued a lot of his points down. But juries are fickle. Put twelve people together in a situation like that, and they sometime
