“Reason or no, as Mary is not a British citizen, I’m not sure Fox will be able to help us,” Ren said. “But it won’t hurt to have him here. Your daughter is, by paternity, a dual citizen.”
Michael served himself a cup of coffee, tasting it before adding his cream and sugar. “I may have to wait until her attorney returns, but I’d like to see his file on the case, perhaps even speak to the witnesses who testified against her. Though I’m sure Mr. Baxter is very capable, maybe a fresh set of eyes on the evidence can spot something that was missed the first time.”
Forty minutes after she left the room, Mary returned carrying a bundle loosely wrapped in a knitted blanket, while the dour-faced mustachioed guard followed behind. If she had been in chains it couldn’t have been a worse sight for hi
