The little girl hadn’t spoken since the night her mother was found on the kitchen floor! Then the court dog lowered his head-and she whispered one sentence toward the defense table…

eyes.

The judge’s clerk appeared at the end of the hall. “Ms. Bennett. Judge Whitcomb wants counsel in chambers.”

Ava stood. Graham was already there when she entered, his composure returned but thinner, like paint over a crack.

“This is madness,” he said. “I have never set foot in Jenna Carter’s apartment.”

Ava did not answer him. She looked at the judge.continue reading …