Mr. Trent and I spent hours in the police station, waiting for the lawyers.
It wasn't like there were many options in Kesteven (the lawyers around here are civil and criminal lawyers, the latter ones mostly dealing with petty or ordinary crimes. We needed bigger guns).
This time Jack was the one who brought us sandwiches, which I accepted gladly (and Mr. Trent, too).
But then Grandpa appeared, with a young man in a suit behind him.
"This is Mr. Woodbury," Grandpa introduced the man. "Mr. Trent's lawyer."
Mr. Trent stood up and shook hands with Mr. Woodbury. They then went to discuss the situation in private, and to prepare Mr. Trent's witness statement.
Grandpa also talked to me privately.
"When you tell them about the case, I'll stipulate you'll only take about today's events," Gra
