It was mid-July when the trial of Jean-Luc LeRoi finally began. Prior to that, there had been weeks of filing motions and the typical back and forth between the defense and prosecution. Theyd spent a full week in jury selection.
On the morning of the first day of the trial, Maggie and Malik were standing at the prosecutors table arranging their notes and files when Michael and Amy entered the courtroom. While Amy set to work getting their things in order at the defense table, Michael walked over to Maggie and Malik.
Ms. Flynn, Mr. Dawson, good morning. He smiled shrewdly, and his eyes crinkled as he reached to shake hands with each of them.
Mr. Rannigan, Maggie returned, suppressing a smile. Lets do this thing, she said softly.