Don Juan let out a short, expressionless huff of air. "Yeah, me too." He was only meant to be saying what his lawyer had coached him to say, additionally. He wondered if anyone had coached her. Technically that wasn't allowed, probably, but he was sure that if she'd been living at the Dempsey house between the start of this ordeal and the court date then their solicitor would have had a few heart-to-heart conversations with her, heavy on the suggestions. So there were two things they had in common: they were the most directly impacted by the decision of this case, and the least trusted to have any say in how it went.

He finished pulling out a cigarette, having determined that if no one was coming to collect her he might as well smoke.

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