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to pickup the parenting of her two children, who were, even now, waiting for them outside the courtroom.
    Phil had talked to both of the kids, and in his judgment they could handle the pressure. But he did expect a challenge from opposing counsel.
    Phil had gone up against Yuki Castellano before, and he quite liked her. She was feisty and she was smart, but Hoffman knew her greatest weakness, too. Yuki bulled ahead, wielding her passion while skipping over potholes and ignoring warning signs that the bridge ahead was out.
    Without being cocky about it, he liked his odds of winning better than hers.
    Phil stopped pacing. There was a clanking of barred doors, then the echo of footsteps, and Candace came through the door in a tailored suit and handcuffs.
    “Hey, Phil,” Candace said.
    Phil came toward her, touched her shoulder, and said, “How are you doing? Okay?”
    “Way better than okay, Phil. I’ve been waiting for this day for a lifetime. A year, anyway.”
    The guard removed her handcuffs and said, “Good luck, Dr. Martin.”
    Candace rubbed her wrists. “Thanks, Dede. See you later.”
    Phil held the elevator door for Candace and smiled at her as they descended to the third floor.
    He’d also been waiting for this day for more than a year. And he was pretty sure that today was going to be a very good day.

Chapter 13
    ALL TWO HUNDRED people in courtroom 3B seemed to be talking at once. Yuki was texting her boss to tell him there’d been a mysterious delay when, at just after ten, the bailiff called out, “All rise for His Honor, Judge Byron LaVan,” and the judge entered the oak-paneled courtroom.
    LaVan was fifty-two, a square-jawed man with wild dark hair and black-rimmed glasses. He was known to be a short-tempered judge with an impressive background in criminal law.
    He took the bench, the seal of the state of California behind him, the American flag to his right, the state flag to his left. Laptop open in front of him, he was ready to start.
    When the gallery was reseated, the judge brusquely apologized for his lateness, saying there had been a family emergency. Then he asked the bailiff to bring in the jury.
    The twelve jurors and two alternates filed into the jury box, fumbled with their handbags and notebooks, and settled into their maroon swivel chairs. To Yuki’s right, Phil Hoffman whispered to his client, Dr. Candace Martin.
    Sitting in the first row, directly behind Dr. Martin, were her two beautiful young children, Caitlin and Duncan, looking like angels. Angels who didn’t know what the hell was happening.
    So, that was how Hoffman was going to play it, Yuki thought. He was going to go for sympathy from the jury.
    Suddenly Yuki was struck with a sickening realization. Bringing the kids to court wasn’t just a bid for sympathy from the jury. Hoffman was forcing her to dial down her rhetoric so that she wouldn’t upset the kids.
    Controlling son of a bitch.
    She couldn’t let him get away with that.
    Yuki listened to the judge instruct the jury, but a part of her mind was on her former, lucrative job in a big-deal law firm, which she’d quit so that she could do something meaningful—for herself and for the people of San Francisco.
    Not that she was a selfless do-gooder. After two years of defending the rich, Yuki had become highly motivated to put away killers like Candace Martin who thought they could hire a thousand-dollar-an-hour defense attorney and beat the rap.
    The judge finished his talk to the jury and turned to face the courtroom. Yuki got to her feet and said, “Your Honor, may I approach the bench?”
    Judge LaVan looked at her like she had farted in court.Too bad, she thought. She stood firm until the judge signaled to Yuki and Hoffman to step forward.
    Hoffman’s sequoia-like height dwarfed Yuki’s five foot two. She felt young and small by comparison, the top of her head about level with Hoffman’s armpit.
    Yuki said, “Your Honor, I object to the defendant’s young