“I’d testify under oath for the devil if the facts backed him.”
“So your loyalty does have limits.”
“Oh, absolutely.” Deck’s brows lifted. “You’ll know if you find them.”
A low laugh rippled through the room.
Reid gave up a little smile. “No further questions.”
Deck stepped down from the stand and passed Eleanor on the way back to the gallery.
“Pretty,” he muttered under his breath.
“Be nice,” Eleanor murmured.
“I am being nice.”
Judge Harlan made a final note. “I’ll review the exhibits and issue a ruling this afternoon.”
The gavel cracked once.
Court recessed.
Papers shuffled. Chairs scraped. Monday moved forward.
April rose from the clerk’s desk to hand off a file, but not before looking straight at Eleanor and widening her eyes in shameless delight.
Eleanor gave her a warning look.
April only smiled more.
Eleanor gathered her papers and handed her client a reassuring nod.
“We’ll wait on Judge Harlan,” she said quietly.
Her client nodded, looking far less miserable than he had an hour ago.
Deck reached her first and relieved her of her briefcase with the air of a man taking possession of something that should never have been in amateur hands to begin with.
Reid fell into step a moment later.
“Counselor.”
Eleanor kept walking.
“Counselor,” he repeated, closer this time.
She stopped and handed Deck her legal pad. “This won’t take long.”
Deck snorted. “Aye. I’ve heard that before.”
She turned.
Reid stood a few feet away, hands loose at his sides, expression relaxed in that maddening way that suggested the entire courthouse was just another stage he knew how to work.
“You brought in your attack Irishman,” he said. “That hardly seems fair.”
“You recovered.”
