and took less than an hour. Tori knew most of the citizens who’d been called. She looked for family men and women who would understand Will’s need to protect his daughter. Clay tended to choose people who were new in town and might not know Will, or those who’d patronized the Blue Coyote and might be more sympathetic to Stella’s loss. There were some calls for elimination from both sides, but nothing serious enough to hinder the process from going forward. By 10:00 a.m., the jury of seven men and five women had been impaneled and sworn, and the trial—the People of Texas versus Williston Tyler—was ready to begin. * * * Wearing the gray business suit he’d always hated, and a blue silk tie that felt like a noose around his neck, Will took his seat next to Tori at the table for the defense. Today his ex-wife was all business in the black tailored suit and ivory blouse she favored for trial wear. There was no sign of the pliant, needy woman who’d lain naked in his arms last night.
