Turning the Tables

“So, what now?” I asked Simon as soon as we were alone.

He let out a slow breath. “The only thing we have to do now is wait for court. The evidence against her is very strong.” He looked at me, his professional mask slipping to show a flicker of pity. “Unless you find something solid to prove that she is innocent, or someone else confesses, our only hope is to try and get her a reduced jail term.