32 NoraFor the past two hours on this Wednesday morning, Nora had shared the defense table in the federal courtroom with her three new attorney colleagues. She could no longer smell the faint chemical odor lingering in her freshly dry-cleaned pinstriped power suit. That emission had been completely blotted out by citrus fragrances.
The combined cologne-force of the defense team was equal to a lemon grove at the peak of harvest. She giggled, imagining Kent’s reaction. He’d hoped she could use her co-counselors as a human shield. But the other lawyers were too puny and they smelled too nice. Not one would frighten away an angry citizen intent on doing harm.
Good thing the US Marshals Service was watching out for her.
When she’d arrived at the courthouse at eight o’clock this morning, plac
