Chapter 34Fritz
“ASH, ASHLEY. WAIT.” I woke up. On a cot. In a jail cell. The strangest, most realistic dream I'd ever had lingered as I regained my bearings. Dawn had to be close. My brain grappled with the arrival of my friend, missing so long, and trying to reconstruct the conversation. Where were we? Had he actually found me?
MICKEY TOLD ME not to expect any miracles on the first day. Most of what they did would be procedural. He had asked for a jury trial, so we had that ahead. The government, no one, had any hard evidence, no gun, no DNA, nothing. I added “waiting” to my daily exercise regimen.
Two cops escorted me to the defense table at the front of a packed courtroom. Flynn sat in the first row, next to a nun. Kate smiled at me. The first day lasted a half hour, with jury selec
