Harlan twisted his wrist against Noreen"s grip, trying to pull away. He wasn"t sure why she was holding him back in the first place. Did she think he was going to punch the attorney or commit some other, more heinous crime? He looked down and tugged again, but she growled.
“Harlan Cotton, you put your a*s back in that seat. You"re embarrassing me in front of my friends,” she said through clenched teeth.
Harlan looked around the room, at the hundreds of eyes fixed on him. Shep"s gavel was hanging in the air above the sound block and he was staring Harlan down into his seat. Even that attorney was eying him with those eyes, those too-inquisitive, accusing eyes. He could feel his blood pumping faster, the veins in his neck straining against the collar of his tee shirt. What did she have to
