The courthouse steps were packed. News vans lined the street. Reporters pressed against the barricades. This was the trial everyone had been waiting for.Inside, security was tight. Metal detectors. Armed guards. Marshals everywhere.Nickey adjusted his tie for the tenth time. His hands wouldn't stop shaking."You look good," Trina said. She wore a simple blue dress. Hair pulled back. Trying to look innocent."I feel like I'm going to throw up.""Don't. Not until after you testify."She tried to smile. It didn't reach her eyes.The prosecutor, Angela Martinez, found them in the waiting room. "Ready?""No," Nickey said honestly."Good. Nerves keep you sharp." She looked at Trina. "Remember what we practiced. Short answers. Don't volunteer information. Look at the jury when you speak.""I know.""And if Rebecca Stone tries to rattle you, stay calm. That's what she wants. For you to lose your temper."They walked into the courtroom. It was enormous. High ceilings. Wood paneling. Rows of
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