Patterns Were My Profession
Gregory rose.
“Your Honor, my client’s wife may simply have been attempting to steady Mrs.
Parker, to stabilize her, to prevent a fall.” It was a reasonable thing for a lawyer to say.
It was the only thing he could say.
“Then the video should clarify that,” I replied, and Rachel’s head snapped toward me, and for the first time that morning I saw genuine fear move across her face.
I produced a small flash drive and set it on the table.