You look like hell. Burke shook his head. No, but thanks. Patout sat down in the chair next to Burke's. Let's not write it off as a defeat yet.
Juries are tricky.
You think you've got some bastard nailed, he leaves the courthouse a free man. You're practically assured an acquittal, they bring in a guilty verdict, and the judge opts for the maximum sentence. Bardo will walk. For a time, neither said anything to break the heavy silence. Burke looked up.