Looking back after all these years, Bill Hunter knew his plan wouldn"t work today, with Facetime, Skype and other forms of instant communication.
But 1982 had been a different kettle of fish altogether.
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It was the waiting that got to Hunter more than anything. He stared around the courtroom, his eyes coming to rest on the door into the ante-chamber, where his future was being decided at that very moment.
The clock took his gaze next. Surely it can"t be long now, he thought. Guilty or not guilty…what would the verdict be?
Hunter had often used such periods of waiting to reflect on the pros and cons in his day-to-day life. He was a successful businessman with his own computer company, and his attractive and vivacious wife had kept her looks through her thirties and well into her f
