Gerard tapped nervously on the table of the waiting room. She had the nerve to bring that man into their courtroom! As if there was a world in which he would let him parade his doll in his face. And she touched him! Right in his face!
Think, he told himself. How can a handcuffed man kill another man in a room filled with police officers?
“Gerard?” his lawyer asked. He had asked him something, but he didn’t know. “You should eat.”
He looked at the vending machine sandwich in front of him. He was handcuffed and bound to the chair by his heels. He was no animal, there was no need for this. If anything, he had always been an artist, and all he wanted to do was teach his doll a lesson. A lesson she continued to refuse to learn.
“I’m not hungry” he said. He knew his lawyer had al
