But he’s not dead; I know that. Detective Kramer said bond was wired in without a moment’s hesitation, and that Mat walked out the side door before sunrise. Dead men don’t walk out side doors.
And why has he left me here?
I rub my thumb over the spot where my wedding ring used to be. The skin there is paler than the rest, a little dent worn into the flesh. Mat tossed that stupid jewelry under the settee a week ago and told me the man who put it there didn’t own a single cell of me.
Then he left me to wake up next to that man’s corpse and didn’t come back.
So who’s the real villain?
“Snyder!” a voice calls out. “You’re up. Arraignment.”
I stand up. My legs hold. It’s a small triumph, but at this point, I’ll take anything I can get.
The courtroom is not at all like the ones on TV. It’
