IZZY SCANNED THE GALLERY. There were few seats open anywhere; even seats vacated by the women already arraigned. Her mother, all smiles now, indicated she could take her place. She gave her daughter a brief hug as she moved into the row and then she moved out of it and left the courtroom.
Mark James leaned to his left and whispered, “She’s been a nervous wreck all weekend.”
Izzy just nodded.
“Don’t worry. I’ve seen a little news footage that picked up Aslyn hanging back, at first. If I’ve seen it, your attorney has.”
“Nothing else?”
Mark shook his head no.
Izzy’s nervousness grew instead of receding.
They sat through several more cases, some dismissed and some with fines and time served, before the bailiff called out, “Aslyn Carter.”
“I think she’s the last one from our group that
