THIRTY-THREE
Once again, Xan found herself sitting in the prison visiting room, her table an island amid a sea of families. But this time, Phuong wore a smile.
"You look pleased with yourself," Xan said as Phuong sat down.
"I've had a particularly good week," Phuong said.
Xan nodded at the file Phuong had placed on the table between them. "Are you going to tell me this is the best investment money can buy?"
Phuong's smile faded slightly. "I'm afraid not, though the price is good."
Xan smothered a sigh. "What, then? Have they finally set your trial date?" She'd have gone mad waiting. Phuong must have the patience of a saint to put up with the delays.
"No. In fact, there won't be a trial at all. They've finally located my ex-husband, so the committal hearing was yesterday. The mag
