The end of that cane went down on that floor about eleven times between the doors and the front of Court Three.
And it was the only sound in that entire building.
He did not look at Judge Adeyemi once.
He did not look at Reeve Hale, who was standing four feet from him.
And he did not look at Sascha Brun, who had got up out of the fourth row and did not seem to know what to do with her hands.
He looked at me. The whole way down that aisle, from the doors to the front, without once taking his eyes off my face.
And I had never seen that man in my life.
And then he put himself between my chair and my husband.
Not beside me. In front of me, with his back to me, four feet from Reeve Hale’s face.
“Without your money?”
His voice is not loud. That is the thing nobody expects about Severin Marrow and it is the first thing anybody notices about him.
