Chapter 4
One month later. August 2006.
I ARRIVED at Court an hour early and sat outside the courtroom working on my latest case on my iPad. Partly out of need, but also to distract myself. The prospect of spending another day staring at the perpetrator of the crime against me was not one I relished, but I wanted to see justice done.
Something made me look up. Gisbourne’s girlfriend was heading towards me. Mini-dress, jacket, purple tights, boots. Bangles jostling up each arm. Same uncontrollable hair and defiant expression. People stared. She had presence. Boho no-bullshit-chick presence.
She made straight for the courtroom, wrenched open the door and went in. I checked my watch. Court was due to start in 10 minutes. I packed my iPad into my briefcase and entered the courtroom. She wa
