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time. Nice skill set. Maybe Camilla could conjure up some kind of old fishing story and chuck it at the jury during a case. Well, probably not. But either way, now she could go back and tell Falcon Torres she’d watched and learned like a good future deputy. Check.
    Camilla shimmied out of her chair and through the crack of the door to the hallway, which had much fresher air even if it did smell of a dank basement. “How do you stand it down here?” she asked the security guard on her way out. “It’s kind of musty, don’t you think?”
    The guard pulled a box of strong peppermints out of her pocket. “Just a spoonful of sugar helps the stinkum go down. Want one?” She proffered the open tin, and Camilla took one. “How was the trial? I overheard some of it. Who’s the new attorney? Have you met him yet?”
    “Zane Holyoake is his name. Out of Flagstaff.” Something in Camilla wanted to make him sound like an outsider, a city-guy. After all, futures were on the line. “Fancy suits.”
    “I like a fancy suit on a guy, myself. Especially a guy who learned my name already. Mm-mm. Zane Holyoake. He is fine .”
    A pang went through Camilla. How many times had she appeared in Judge Overby’s court and not learned this woman’s name—a woman who at first conversation shared an Altoids with her in kindness? A glance at the tag on her uniform showed the name Bizzy Jesperson. Bizzy. Camilla would have to remember that. After all, if Zane Holyoake could remember it, so should Camilla.
    “I bet he’s killing it in the courtroom. A face like that. The jury will trail along after him like a newborn calf after its mama.”
    “He told a story about being a Boy Scout.” Or was that about being a Boy Scout leader? The leader, she guessed, since a kid called him Mr. Holyoake. Huh. When as an attorney did he have time for something like that?
    “I’d like to see him in uniform.” Bizzy raised an eyebrow, and the mental image of Zane Holyoake in successive uniforms from Scout Master to Naval officer to Air Force pilot to everything else all flashed into her mind in a quick slide show. Yep, he looked “fine,” as Bizzy said, in all of them.
    Geez. What was she doing? She had cases to deal with. She couldn’t stand around all day mooning over some guy in a basement and eating mints. Ridiculous!
    Just then, the sound of a slamming gavel clapped from the courtroom, and a rumble of voices erupted. Camilla had to push herself against the wall to let the exodus of bodies pass by so she wouldn’t get jostled to the ground.
    “Well, now,” a middle-aged woman with frumpy clothes but great hair said to the person next to her. “Being on jury duty was a lot less painful than I expected.”
    “They can send me that letter anytime,” her cohort said.
    Huh. Camilla’s jaw would have dropped if she’d let it. Another person, a pierced twenty-something guy with a ball cap on backwards, mumbled something into a cell phone. “Yeah, it wasn’t that bad. It was fast. Cool stories. I’ll have to tell you one. Meet me at Tango?” His voice faded as he climbed the marble stairs out of this subterranean pit.
    Well, color her dumbfounded. When were frumpy women and pierced guys ever equally entertained—in a courtroom? If she’d been eating something she would’ve choked on it.
    “So, you didn’t leave.” Zane Holyoake loomed up beside her. Even in her high heels, he stood a good half-a-foot taller than Camilla. She backed up against the wall. Bizzy had gone into the courtroom to see about the judge’s needs, and only Zane and Camilla remained in the basement hallway. “I thought my dorky story about the meteorite drove you away. I should’ve thought of something better. That’s what I get for taking less than ten minutes to prepare, I guess.” He rolled his eyes and gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Next time I promise to be more on point—for you.”
    Wait a second. “Less than ten minutes of preparation time?