CLAIRE
David joined us on the courthouse steps. "Jury looks fair," he observed. "Good mix, prosecution did well."
"What happens this afternoon?" I asked.
"Opening statements," David explained. "Prosecution lays out their case, defense presents their theory, then witness testimony starts tomorrow."
"When will they call Julian?" I asked.
"Wednesday or Thursday most likely," David replied. "Depends on how fast the other witnesses go."
Julian nodded, his face pale. "Let's get lunch," I suggested.
We found a quiet diner two blocks away and ordered sandwiches none of us really wanted. David reviewed his notes while we ate, occasionally making comments about the jury selection.
Julian barely touched his food, just moved it around his plate. I ate mechanically, tasting nothing.
At one fo
