Chapter Sixty-two
A freezing rain had been hammering down since just after daybreak, and it seemed to Matthew a perfect accompaniment to the mood of the defence team as they entered the courtroom. The only smiles came from Tobias Blackmore and Fenella. She did murmur ‘good luck’ to Angelo as they took their respective seats, but Matthew knew that her combative nature longed for a conviction, whether it was a just decision or not.
Angelo gave his evidence in chief in a calm and professional manner, but the test was to come in cross-examination. After the morning tea adjournment, Blackmore rose to begin his questioning.
‘I believe that you are, in fact, admitted as a barrister, is that not so?’ the prosecutor asked.
‘Yes.’
‘Congratulations.’
Angelo did not reply. The legal game of cat
