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at chambers a rather bemused Wendy took Layla over to the court while Mikael showered and changed into a fresh suit, and then he sat for a long quiet hour going through everything in his mind, over and over. He scratched out phrases, honed in on words, re-examined every angle, just to plant that seed of beyond reasonable doubt.

      As court resumed Mikael glanced up at the public gallery just once to check that she was there.

      She was smiling down at him.

      In black robes and a wig Mikael looked even more incredible than he had when he had been on her computer.

      His voice, when finally he commenced his closing argument, had the goosebumps rising on Layla’s arms, for it was rich and deep and reached every corner of the courtroom. It was her privilege to sit, absolutely mesmerised, as Mikael set to work.

      On many occasions throughout the long day Mikael rather wished that Layla had left, for what he had to say was not pretty.

      There was a furious audible gasp from the gallery as he reminded the jury of a witness’s testimony—an ex-boyfriend of the deceased had stated that she preferred her sex rough.

      God, no wonder he was loathed by so many, Mikael thought as the lights in court seemed to flicker as social media lit up, demanding that Romanov’s guts should be hated.

      Still he did not look up to the public gallery.

      ‘My client has never denied that intercourse took place before the deceased fell in the stairwell,’ Mikael said. ‘Nor has he denied that the sex was violent. But that was by mutual consent.’

      Still he did not look up—even when the judge called for someone to be removed from the public gallery for shouting obscenities at Mikael.

      He pointed to the gallery once, though, as order was restored. ‘Up there is emotion,’ he reminded the jurors. ‘Down here we examine facts.’

      The court broke for lunch and Layla hoped he would come and find her, so that she could tell him how well he was doing, but he was nowhere to be seen.

      ‘Where’s Mikael?’ Layla asked Wendy, who was walking towards her.

      ‘He just texted me and asked if I would take you to lunch.’

      ‘Oh.’

      ‘What would you like to eat?’ Wendy asked as they stood in a café, and Layla frowned. It was so much easier with Mikael.

      ‘What that man is eating,’ Layla said.

      ‘A burger?’

      Layla nodded.

      ‘With the lot?’ Wendy checked.

      Layla had no idea what she meant, but nodded.

      Despite the company, it was possibly the best meal of Layla’s life—and then it was back to court to watch Mikael at his savage best.

      ‘My client has freely admitted that he was angry she had stayed out so late, and that she was drunk when she got home and an argument ensued. Arguments happen—so does make-up sex.’

      The lights flickered again.

      Hour by hour he shredded the prosecution’s arguments, twisted words, questioned statements of so-called fact, reminded the jury of the amount of alcohol and drugs involved, inching them towards his conclusion.

      ‘Did she ask the paramedics to get him away from her?’ Mikael demanded. ‘Did she plead with the treating doctors and nurses to keep this monster away? No, she did not. In fact, as we heard from the senior nurse who took her to the operating theatre where she subsequently died, she asked to see her boyfriend.’

      Mikael watched as a couple of jurors frowned.

      ‘Does that sound like a woman in abject terror? Does that sound like a woman who had been raped and beaten in a stairwell to you?’

      Mikael was the second most hated man in Australia today.

      His client was the first.

      But for Igor he delivered the best defence he knew how.

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      MIKAEL WAS UNSURE of his reception when he knocked on Layla’s hotel room door a few hours after Wendy would have delivered her back there.

      ‘You were fantastic!’ Layla opened the door, her smile beaming. She was back in her red dress and sparkly shoes. ‘Oh, my, Mikael—you almost had me!’

      ‘Almost?’ he checked.

      ‘That bastard is as guilty as hell but, wow, you were amazing!’

      ‘You’re the strangest woman I have ever met.’

      ‘I was hoping to see you close up in your robes and wig. Why didn’t you meet me for lunch?’

      ‘Layla…’ He was about to point out that it was only by some miracle that he’d even remembered she had no money and would have no idea what to do for lunch and so had contacted Wendy, but he left it.

      He was relieved by her reception.

      Pleased, even.

      Layla had been right. He did not care what others thought of him—not a single bit.

      He had today.

      It was a relief not to have to justify himself.

      ‘How was lunch?’ Mikael asked instead.

      ‘I had a burger with the lot and it was fantastic. Wendy isn’t much fun, though, is she?’

      ‘Wendy is an incredibly busy woman and it was nice of her to give up her lunch for you.’

      ‘Give up her lunch?’ Layla frowned. ‘But she ate more than I did.’

      She looked at Mikael; he was so very handsome. and she liked it when he smiled—which he was now. Layla knew it was rare, and that he was not a very happy person, and she loved the light it brought to his eyes.

      ‘So what now?’ she asked.

      ‘We wait for the verdict.’

      ‘I mean what happens now?’

      ‘Do you want to go out for dinner?’

      ‘Pardon?’ Layla smiled.

      ‘Would you like to go out somewhere nice for dinner.’

      ‘Somewhere romantic,’ Layla corrected. ‘Yes, please, Mikael.’

      He took her to a waterside restaurant. Yes, the view was to die for, and usually he would have asked for a table outside, but tonight their only view would be of each other, and he asked for their most intimate table.

      ‘This is lovely,’ Layla said as she slipped in to her side of a velvet booth. ‘Oh, our knees are touching!’

      ‘Better?’ Mikael asked, moving his.

      ‘No,’ she said, because she’d liked the feel of his knees near hers. When he moved them back she smiled. ‘That’s better.’

      ‘Do you want wine?’

      ‘I want champagne,’ Layla said. ‘The best one.’

      ‘Of course you do.’

      ‘Do you have any cigarettes?’

      ‘I don’t smoke,’ Mikael said, reading the menu, ‘and neither do you.’

      ‘I’d like to try a joint.’

       ‘Layla!’

      ‘Zahid nearly got expelled from school when one was found in his locker, and since then I have wanted to try. Just one time.’

      ‘It’s illegal.’

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