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court, where you’re not allowed to do anything except sit there and watch proceedings so boring they make you want to bang your head against a wall.
I held up a hand. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said. I’d heard that Judge Foster was on the rampage about having to wait for DAs to show up. “But he’s got another murder on the calendar before mine, so I’ve got—” At just that moment, my phone rang.
I motioned for Eric to give me a second as I picked up. It was Manny, the clerk/ watchdog in Judge Foster’s court.
“Rachel!” Manny whispered. “Stop eyeballing the calendar and get down here. Are you out of your mind? You know what’ll—”
I refused to give Eric the satisfaction of knowing I was already on the verge of being chewed out, so I did my best to put on a relaxed smile. “I’m so glad you called,” I said cheerily, as though I’d just heard from a beloved sorority sister, which it might have been… if I’d ever joined a sorority. “I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk!”
Manny, momentar ily nonplussed, sputtered, “What the…?”
I mouthed sorry at Eric and again smiled pleasantly. Eric raised a suspicious eyebrow but moved off down the hall.
I waited a couple of beats to make sure he was gone, then curtly answered, “I’ll be down in fifteen seconds.” I snatched my file and scrambled out the door, strategically heading for the hallway less traveled.
I’d made it down two corridors and was just about to dash out to the bank of elevators when a voice behind me said, “In a hurry, Knight?”
I abruptly downshifted and turned back to see Eric standing at the other end of the hall, his arms folded.
Exhaling through my nose in a futile effort to hide my recent sprint, I forced a calm tone. “No, but I figured I should go see what’s happening, just to be on the safe side.”
He shot me a knowing look, turned, and walked into his office.
I trotted out to the elevator, wondering why on earth I’d ever thought I could fool Eric. Four stops and twelve additional bodies later, the elevator bumped to a halt on the fi fth floor. I pushed through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd and made my way to court.
About the Author
Marcia Clark is the author of Guilt by Degrees and the national bestseller Guilt by Association . A former Los Angeles deputy district attorney who was the lead prosecutor on the O. J. Simpson murder case, she cowrote a bestselling nonfiction book about the trial, Without a Doubt . Now a special correspondent for Entertainment Tonight and a frequent commentator for CNN and HLN, Clark provides coverage of high-profile trials. She also contributes a column for the Daily Beast .
I held up a hand. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said. I’d heard that Judge Foster was on the rampage about having to wait for DAs to show up. “But he’s got another murder on the calendar before mine, so I’ve got—” At just that moment, my phone rang.
I motioned for Eric to give me a second as I picked up. It was Manny, the clerk/ watchdog in Judge Foster’s court.
“Rachel!” Manny whispered. “Stop eyeballing the calendar and get down here. Are you out of your mind? You know what’ll—”
I refused to give Eric the satisfaction of knowing I was already on the verge of being chewed out, so I did my best to put on a relaxed smile. “I’m so glad you called,” I said cheerily, as though I’d just heard from a beloved sorority sister, which it might have been… if I’d ever joined a sorority. “I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk!”
Manny, momentar ily nonplussed, sputtered, “What the…?”
I mouthed sorry at Eric and again smiled pleasantly. Eric raised a suspicious eyebrow but moved off down the hall.
I waited a couple of beats to make sure he was gone, then curtly answered, “I’ll be down in fifteen seconds.” I snatched my file and scrambled out the door, strategically heading for the hallway less traveled.
I’d made it down two corridors and was just about to dash out to the bank of elevators when a voice behind me said, “In a hurry, Knight?”
I abruptly downshifted and turned back to see Eric standing at the other end of the hall, his arms folded.
Exhaling through my nose in a futile effort to hide my recent sprint, I forced a calm tone. “No, but I figured I should go see what’s happening, just to be on the safe side.”
He shot me a knowing look, turned, and walked into his office.
I trotted out to the elevator, wondering why on earth I’d ever thought I could fool Eric. Four stops and twelve additional bodies later, the elevator bumped to a halt on the fi fth floor. I pushed through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd and made my way to court.
About the Author
Marcia Clark is the author of Guilt by Degrees and the national bestseller Guilt by Association . A former Los Angeles deputy district attorney who was the lead prosecutor on the O. J. Simpson murder case, she cowrote a bestselling nonfiction book about the trial, Without a Doubt . Now a special correspondent for Entertainment Tonight and a frequent commentator for CNN and HLN, Clark provides coverage of high-profile trials. She also contributes a column for the Daily Beast .
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