Verdict
I was disappointed when I didn’t see Marissa’s car in the driveway, but she pulled up before I even got into the house. It was getting to the point where I looked forward to having her there waiting. On those nights I ate alone, I hated it, wishing she were sitting beside me, laughing and sharing a bottle of wine.
“What’s new with my favorite detective?” she called from behind me.
“Not much,” I said. “Looking forward to a relaxing evening, and glad I won’t be alone.”
“You can probably forget about the relaxing part. I spent the day listening to closing arguments, and while Sanchez did a good job, I think Cusper did too.”
“You think he’ll get off?”
“I think they’ll have a difficult time convicting him if they buy into the reasonable doubt theory.”
“That bad, huh?”
She nodded
