Michael had made a formal appearance in court. Bail had been refused. Jacob was looking sombre. Outside the courtroom, he took hold of her shoulders and outlined his views on the matter. ‘I won’t tell you not to worry. You’re an intelligent woman. You know how things stand. All I can tell you is that we’ll go to trial then after that we’ll appeal.’ ‘And if he’s convicted? What will he get?’ Her voice sounded cold and strangely calm. Inside she was anything but. Her husband was being accused of murder for Christ’s sake! Jacob shrugged. ‘I won’t lie. It could be anything from twenty to thirty years – life.’ Marcie felt numb, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. Michael could be sentenced to thirty years. Thirty years! The evidence had been overwhelming. The gun he stated he’d found in his desk drawer at the nightclub was covered in his fingerprints. He protested that it would be. He’d found it in his drawer and, after mentioning it to his manager, had locked it away in the safe.
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