Chapter 5
I WAS already back in court, in the same seat, when Frankie walked in. She sat in the row behind me. A deliberate snub. Did she think my asking her for coffee was a pick-up line? It wasn’t meant to be; I’d never been good at chatting up women. I always liked to see if we had anything in common before I started honing in. What was it then, if it wasn’t a pick-up line? It was obvious that Frankie and I would have little, if anything, in common.
The court resumed and Judge Delaney began her sentencing remarks in her dry, precise voice. She outlined the facts of the case and the information taken into account in her sentence. Gisbourne stood with his gaze fixed upon a spot somewhere above her head.
I was acutely aware of Frankie’s presence behind me. What must it be like, sitting
