13In the Courthouse Lunchroom"Could you turn your head just a little that way?" Simon waved his pencil toward the left. "That'd be awesome, thanks." Ishiko the courtroom artist, who sat across from him at a table in the basement lunchroom at the courthouse, giggled and turned her head. "Is this better?" Simon smiled and sketched more lines on the legal pad he'd borrowed from Quinn. He kept it propped against the edge of the table so Ishiko couldn't see his drawing. "Much better." His improvised introduction to her--plopping himself down at her lunchroom table and offering to sketch her--had been a hit so far. "I kind of like this," said Ishiko. "Being the subject instead of the artist for a change." "Please don't break your pose." Just as Simon said it, someone bumped into him