Chapter TwelveThe hours droned by one at a time. With nothing productive to do time slowed to a crawl. He wondered how Jenny was doing as he sat in his room, watching the Kenders trial unfold, or try to. It was the slowest, dumbest thing he'd ever seen, but it was on the only two stations out here. Each station had a different bias on the matter. One thought he was guilty, the other was sure he was innocent. Neither station could come right out and say that, but it wasn't hard to tell.
Cornell didn't really care either way. He shut off the television and stared into the ceiling. Then his phone started to buzz again. He reached in his pocket and pulled it out. Thirty minutes left before it was time to go.
He got up and quickly gathered is minimal things and headed out the door. He walked
