35 NoraA metal chair squawked and Nora winced.
Somebody in her audience for this Thursday morning deposition was bored by the softball questions she’d been lobbing at Howard Upton.
She had to ramp up the drama or Evergreen County Prosecuting Attorney Alan Carmichael would stop listening. A busy man, he might walk out.
She checked the heavy-set white-haired woman seated to her left, at the end of the eight-foot-long library table. Her locally hired court reporter, Mrs. Victoria Darling, was feverishly working a steno machine.
When they’d met earlier, Nora’d noted the woman’s yellow-stained index finger and caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. Recognizing a kindred soul, she’d promised a timely break in the proceedings. She’d get to that. But she needed to give Mrs. Darling a few more seco
