Trial & Error (2007)
“in the jurors’ parking lot.
Lurking. Tying his shoes. Pretending to smoke a cigarette. But really spying. Checking out the bumper stickers.
“Ban Fur.” Defense juror.
“My Kid Can Beat Up Your Honor Student.” Prosecution juror.
She watched as Steve sidled up to car windows, peeking inside. She could practically hear his voice.
“People leave clues about themselves everywhere, including their car seats.”
A wad of traffic tickets. Defense juror.
Guns & Ammo magazine. Prosecution juror.
A book by Rush Limbaugh. Simpleminded juror.
If Steve could get into trunks and glove compartments, he’d do it. Watching him, Victoria almost smiled. He made a big deal about spending so little time on trial preparation. But he prepped, all right, in his own devious and cockeyed way.
Now, just after nine A.M., Judge Gridley was perched on the bench. The spectators lounged in the gallery. Steve manned the defense table. He’d cut his dark hair so that he no longer resembled a beach bum. In his trial uniform—a ...pin-striped charcoal suit, pale blue shirt, and striped tie—he almost looked like a real lawyer.MoreLess
Lurking. Tying his shoes. Pretending to smoke a cigarette. But really spying. Checking out the bumper stickers.
“Ban Fur.” Defense juror.
“My Kid Can Beat Up Your Honor Student.” Prosecution juror.
She watched as Steve sidled up to car windows, peeking inside. She could practically hear his voice.
“People leave clues about themselves everywhere, including their car seats.”
A wad of traffic tickets. Defense juror.
Guns & Ammo magazine. Prosecution juror.
A book by Rush Limbaugh. Simpleminded juror.
If Steve could get into trunks and glove compartments, he’d do it. Watching him, Victoria almost smiled. He made a big deal about spending so little time on trial preparation. But he prepped, all right, in his own devious and cockeyed way.
Now, just after nine A.M., Judge Gridley was perched on the bench. The spectators lounged in the gallery. Steve manned the defense table. He’d cut his dark hair so that he no longer resembled a beach bum. In his trial uniform—a ...pin-striped charcoal suit, pale blue shirt, and striped tie—he almost looked like a real lawyer.MoreLess
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