Call Him a Liar
Dec. 17th, 2009 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfan"Inside, quick!" I ordered, and it wasn't until I had Mary safe inside and the curtains pulled over the doors that I breathed again. I glared at the prosecutor, who was trying not to look as if he were seriously inconvenienced by Stamford's grip. "Where did you disappear to?"
"I went to fetch the bailiff, so he could escort you back to the court," he stammered, the rehearsed words sounding hollow, no doubt, even to his own ears.
"You went so you'd have an alibi for whatever happened to me," I corrected him. "What hold does he have over you?"
"I went to fetch the bailiff, so he could escort you back to the court," he stammered, the rehearsed words sounding hollow, no doubt, even to his own ears.
"You went so you'd have an alibi for whatever happened to me," I corrected him. "What hold does he have over you?"
