kept her eyes on Carla. “Journal. Now.”
Carla’s hands shook as she opened her purse. She pulled out a small black book with a hard cover and worn edges. She held it like it weighed ten pounds or contained a bomb. She walked it up to the clerk, who handed it to the bailiff, who carried it to the judge.
Judge Halperin flipped it open. The pages rustled continue reading …
