Chapter 16
Thorbjorn came back into the kitchen and gave me a look that was something between a warning and a preemptive apology. I raised my own eyebrows to ask for clarification, but he just shook his head.
Then a second man came in behind him, his face a dark scowl, his gait an aggressive march entirely out of place in my cozy little kitchen.
I didn't exactly know what it meant legally when lawyers on TV asked the judge for permission to treat the witness as hostile. But I really wished there was a judge there now for me to ask that of.
He was very, very hostile. And I hadn't even asked him any questions yet.
"I'm only here because I want justice for Nefja," he said as he slammed his way down into the seat across from me. He spit the words out in rapid Villmarker Norse, his accent
