“Did you get to meet with yours?”
Cam shook her head. “I haven’t heard from anyone. I hope my friend got my message. Hopefully I’ll hear something today. I don’t want to go into the trial tomorrow not knowing what’s happening. I also don’t want to go in without a barrister. Maybe I should ask for a public defender.”
A new jailor walked into the block.
“How’s it going, Gracie?” she asked.
“As well as can be expected,” Grace answered.
“At least you have a couple friends for a few days,” the jailor continued. Then she turned to Cam and Laurie. “Which of you is Andrews?” she asked.
When Cam said she was, the new jailor handed her an envelope and a pack of cigarettes.
Cam opened the envelope quickly. It was a plain white paper that read: Things are progressing. Do not worry. M.
That’s all? Things are progressing? What things? Come on Michael, give me more than that.
“Is that from your barrister?” Laurie asked.