FIFTY-THREE
When the jury returned to the courtroom thirty minutes later, the defense counsel’s table was back where it belonged, papers and files neatly arranged on it as they had been before. It was as if nothing happened. That is, unless you looked at the people sitting behind that table. Kelly and Mac still sat side-by-side but had reversed positions so that Kelly sat between Mac and Frank. And Frank? His mouth was gagged, his hands were cuffed, and he was bound by straps to his chair.
Marlene resumed her place on the witness stand, and Hooper finished taking her through the story of how she had conspired with Ken Hargrove to steal Frank Oliver’s clients. Throughout the remainder of her testimony, Frank glared at her through narrow slits of eyes, unable to utter a sound, not even a m
