Chapter Twenty-EightAt two minutes before 9:00 a.m., Judge Burke took her seat on the bench and said, “The record will show that all members of the jury are present as are counsel for the parties and the plaintiff and defendant are present. Mr. Winslow, you may call your next witness.”
“Your Honor, Plaintiff calls Ms. Margo Traynor to the stand.”
All eyes were fastened on Margo as she walked from a seat at the rear of the courtroom to the witness box. She wore a conservative business suit, and her red hair was cut a little shorter than the last time Scott had seen her. She sat down and was sworn in by the clerk, as the jury watched her carefully, readying to assess her as a witness.”
“Good morning, Ms. Traynor,” Scott said.
“Good morning,” she responded with a nervous smile.
“Are you
