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…

a clear evidence sleeve on the table. Ava had meant to review it as an exhibit, to think about foundation and admissibility and the jury instruction Judge Whitcomb might give. Instead, she kept seeing the small blue figure beneath the table and Lily’s palm covering the drawn shape on the floor…
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