49 NoraBriefcase in one hand, Nora climbed the broad staircase fronting the graceful two-story brick building. Her penny loafers tapped on the steps, the sound pleasing her ears while the building pleased her eyes.
The Nez Perce County courthouse was on the national register of historic places. She loved its rose-colored facade.
Sun warmed her back through the lilac silk T-shirt she wore over khaki slacks. She’d gone for a business-casual look since she wasn’t appearing in court.
Sunlight glinted off the huge arched windows in front of her. Four lined up on each floor. They bathed the interior in natural light.
But that architectural choice was no longer practical for courtrooms. Criminal trials now took place in a modern annex where prisoners could be moved from holding cells through
