“I do.” The bailiff finished swearing in Cole for Don Rathbone’s bail hearing at the Barnstable County Courthouse. Hank Jacobs returned to sit by Julie, Quentin, and Margo, who were seated behind the bar on the right side of the courtroom, just behind the district attorney. Hank had testified as to Don’s attacks on Julie. Several onlookers shifted impatiently in the hard, pew-like courtroom seats as Cole got settled on the stand. Julie watched the proceedings with interest. She’d never been in a courtroom before, let alone had to testify for anything. She thought she’d done a decent job on the stand when she described Don’s attacks, and the Rathbones’ physical state when she’d examined them, but there was no way to tell until the judge made his decision. Quentin was to her right, staring at the impressive-looking judge, a huge, black-robed man with white hair and an imposing mien. Margo was to her left, and the woman’s small hands were clenched together. Not once had she looked at Don, as if afraid that even glancing at him would weaken her resolve to be there.
