47 NoraUnder the table, Nora gave Fred a thumbs-up.
In his low-key folksy manner, he’d first-named two prominent Sweet Home natives and implied they were backing her.
He’d also reminded Phil that he needed to please the voters.
With luck, the prosecuting attorney was now imagining Rosamund Roosevelt and Marianne Freemantle heading an army of citizens who loved Nora.
That image pleased the hell out of her.
His smile gone, Phil closed the door and circled the table to sit with his back to the window.
She and Fred took their chosen chairs facing Phil.
He folded his hands atop the legal pad and looked at her inquiringly. “What can I do for you?”
Beside her, Fred chuckled. “Wrong question, Phil. We’re here to tell you what we can do for you.”
“I’m all ears,” Phil retorted, his eyes fli
