Later, he awakened in the middle of the night, a little cry still on his lips. He’d been dreaming. Jack tossed and turned restlessly a couple of times, his back aching and his sheets damp from sweat. Although he knew he’d be better off simply trying to close his eyes and reclaim the oblivion of sleep, he couldn’t keep the dream images at bay. They rose up like scenes from a movie to taunt him, to make him wonder what their meaning was.
The first thing he recalled about the dream was being in court, examining or cross-examining a witness. This was odd enough in itself, because the kind of law Jack had practiced back in Seattle was civil litigation. His junior associate status at the firm hadn’t placed him in an actual courtroom often. He was the guy back at the office, putting in research,
