The rain didn't stop overnight.
I woke up to it still going. Steady and grey against the hotel window.
Wednesday.
One day before the hearing.
I lay there for a moment listening to it.
Then I got up.
Made coffee from the small machine on the desk.
Stood at the window with it.
The street below was quiet. Early still. A man with a red umbrella walking fast. A delivery van double parked with its hazards going.
Ordinary wet Wednesday.
I drank the coffee.
Opened my laptop.
Three emails.
One from Carol confirming the Thursday arrangements.
Meet at the federal building at nine thirty. Hearing at ten. She'd be there before me.
One from Reyes. She'd spoken to the prosecution team about the coffee shop incident. It was logged and documented. No issues with the timeline.
One from a na
