“That’s correct.”

Delaney had quit checking her nails.

Her hands lay flat on the table in front of her, palms down.

Judge Evans called a recess at noon.

The hallway outside the courtroom smelled of floor wax and coffee from a machine by the elevators.

Chloe bought two cups and passed me one.

“You’ve got the drawing in your pocket,” she said.

“I can see the corner sticking out.”