Chapter Sixty
As the defence team emerged from the courtroom into the foyer, Matthew saw Samantha standing by herself near the far wall. He excused himself and walked over to her.
‘Lovely to see you, Sam.’
‘It’s true then. You really are a cross-dressing crusader in a wig. You actually look quite cute in that outfit.’
Matthew removed his wig and looked at it forlornly. ‘Unfortunately I am more like Don Quixote today. Just tilting at windmills.’
‘Well, I don’t think you can be faulted for effort.’
‘Thanks, but I’m afraid it had no effect on the jury. Things look pretty bleak, actually.’
Samantha took his arm in a friendly grip. ‘Perhaps I can cheer you up. What about that dinner that you were on about?’
‘Who’s paying?’
‘Fifty-fifty.’
‘Just joking. I made the invitation, so I’ll be
