“Please state your name for the court.” I’ve always wondered about that phrase. It gives me the impression that the court can’t remember the person my boss just called to the stand. Amber Fine carefully stated and then spelled her name for the record. She was a small woman, dark ringlets around her long face. She had a pair of brown eyes which could send a spear through your heart if she was so inclined. Today, however, she was not inclined. Being on trial for murder can take all the joy out of life. Minerva stood next to the jury

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