Chapter Forty-Seven
Dressed once again in what Richard called their “court costumes”—dark suits, ties, and Maggie with heels, a long skirt, and makeup—they perched at the defense table with Harper. Diane and Sam sat in the gallery, the first row right behind Maggie and Richard. The court clerk announced Judge Cooper. She strode in, the long black robe fluttering behind her, and took her seat. She appeared distracted, maybe even a little tired. She didn’t glance at either side.
Maggie held her breath in the silent courtroom as the judge scribbled down some notes, her reading glasses balanced on the end of her nose. Then she cleared her voice.
“At times like this, I’m going to make someone really happy or very sad, but make no mistake: My job here is to ensure the safety and protection of
