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talkative as her daughter? He wasn’t sure if the thought intrigued or terrified him, but he was determined to find out. He understood why she was fighting the attraction, which any fool could see was blazing between them. No woman wanted to be thought of as easy. But surely it was only a matter of time before Megan started listening to her body, instead of her head? As a patient man, he was prepared to give her that time. He figured she’d be worth the wait.
    They found themselves a seat in the little caf é . Red and white checked plastic table covers, wooden chairs and walls covered with bright posters. It was more cosy than chic, and a long way from his usual hang out. Its one redeeming quality was that it was right opposite the court should anything go disastrously wrong.
    ‘What are you going to have?’ Scott asked Sally.
    ‘Chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles,’ came the immediate reply. There was a small hesitation, and then a quickly added, ‘Please.’
    Scott relayed her request to the pretty young waitress, and was adding a black coffee for himself when he thought: damn it. When was the last time he’d enjoyed an ice cream? ‘And make that two chocolate ice creams.’
    ‘Both with sprinkles?’ The waitress was eyeing him with undisguised amusement.
    Feeling slightly embarrassed, Scott nodded. ‘Why the heck not.’ Today was clearly a day for tripping down memory lane to his childhood. Not that he wanted to go too far down that particular path.
    ‘You’re funny,’ Sally told him, watching him with her vivid blue eyes.
    He was about to ask her if that was funny as in he made her laugh, or funny as in odd, but decided against it on the grounds that he might not like the answer.
    ‘Do you work with my mummy?’ Sally asked as the waitress returned, placing their ice creams in front of them.
    As Scott considered how best to reply, the waitress caught his eye and held it for longer than was strictly polite, her message quite clear. After nodding his thanks, Scott turned his attention back to Sally, surprised to find that talking to the little girl held more interest than flirting with the waitress. ‘No, I don’t work with your mum, not really,’ he answered honestly, trying to gauge how much a child might understand of the legal system. Probably as much as the average man on the street. In other words, not a lot. ‘She’s a police woman. She catches the people who break the law. Some of those people then go to court where a judge and a group of people called a jury decide if there is enough evidence to prove that they did what the police say they did. If they agree there is enough proof, the judge decides how to punish them. Sometimes by putting them in prison.’ Her bright eyes were still looking at him with enough focus to indicate she understood what he was saying. ‘I’m a lawyer, specialising in defence. It’s my job to question the evidence that the police have. To put the other side to the story. To show the jury that there could be another explanation for what happened. That way, when they are making up their minds whether the person is guilty or not, they do it with all the facts.’
    ‘Is that where Mummy is now? In the court with the judge?’
    ‘Yes, that’s right. She’s telling the judge and the jury what she saw. Giving evidence.’
    ‘Will she be finished soon?’
    He looked at his watch, wondering how long it would take a six year old to eat an ice cream. Probably not long enough. ‘It’s hard to say. These things don’t always run to a strict time.’ A hint of worry crept into her face. ‘But I’m sure she’ll be with you as soon as she can.’
    Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Sally tucked back into her ice cream. He couldn’t help but smile at the mess she was making, with melted chocolate dripping from the spoon on to the table, and over most of her face. ‘I thought you were meant to eat ice cream through your mouth, not absorb it through your