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There were others. Four women, killed in the same ma
What wasn't simple was the amount of criticism leveled at the police department and the prosecutor's office. So much so that even a recent string of convenience-store robberies had the media impatient for a resolution.
Grace glanced at the defense table, noticing that Pe
Jared Barnett stood in the back row, waiting his turn to get out the door-standing and waiting as if he were just one of the spectators.
"Speak of the devil," she said to Pakula and he followed her gaze.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered. "I saw him outside on the steps one day last week, too. Just can't stay away, can he?"
Grace had seen him, too, only it was in the coffee shop across the street from the courthouse, and then again right outside her dry cleaner's. She tried to convince herself it was Jared Barnett's way of thumbing his nose at them, at them all. Not that he had singled her out. But just as he got to the door he looked over at her, and he smiled.