3 Nora DocksonSaturday morning, Nora was finishing her second cup of coffee and weighing her next move in Gus’s appeal.
Should she file a motion to exhume the body of Timothy Randall?
Her cell croaked like a bullfrog, interrupting the mental debate.
She grabbed it and heard a repeat of Friday’s automated message from Oregon’s correctional facility for women.
After the beep, she accepted the call and greeted her former cellmate. “What’s up?”
“Got a little Christmas surprise for you.” Winnie’s contralto was deeper than usual, freighted with concern. “Lawyer name of Zane Carter came to see me yesterday. His card says he works for Oregon’s attorney general. First thing he asked was if I remembered you.”
“Since my name is on your approved visitor list, it’d be pretty strange if you didn’t
