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…
“No,” Judge Whitcomb said. “You’ll speak through counsel.”
The deputies reached him. One took his arm; the other removed the briefcase from his hand. Graham’s mouth worked once, but no argument arrived. Without the courtroom mask, he looked older and continue reading …
