Kennedy knew that only loosely veiled behind Sandy’s words were wisdom and admonitions she could take to heart, but she wasn’t ready to think in those terms yet. Sandy seemed to sense she had said enough, because she squeezed Kennedy’s hand and turned the music back up.
They were closer to the courthouse now. Kennedy’s breath grew shorter with each block they passed. There was some kind of tangible discontent in the air. Fear and anger. Or was that just her imagination?
Police in riot gear had formed perimeters in several locations. Kennedy sat paralyzed in her passenger seat. Sandy held her sweaty hand in hers.
“Don’t worry, hon.” She pointed. “See those people?” She rolled down her window. “Hear that noise? They’re clapping. I think it’s good news.” She glanced from one side of the ro
