13 MarianneMarianne adjusted her seat belt, easing the tightness at her waist. The plane had left Spokane thirty minutes ago. More than an hour had passed since her courtroom debacle. But neither the time nor a tiny complimentary serving of red wine had dulled her fury.
She flushed again, recalling the I-smell-something-rotten grimace on Judge Wainwright’s face when he told everyone in chambers that he didn’t buy her argument.
She’d assumed he’d easily grasp how Dockson’s sordid history predisposed her to cross the line.
Instead, he’d sided with the b***h.
She’d been appalled.
Holly Nelson had admitted she was a liar. She claimed she’d lied at the original trial. But she could as easily be lying this time. She was not a credible witness. Her affidavit would not persuade a jury to acqu
