"The text I received indicated he is being released before noon, and all considering, I'm OK," I replied.When Margie finished I had a short butch hair...cut. After a wash with something special I could no longer smell the burnt hair.The text messages had been coming in one after another while I was in the chair. Many of them were from friends inquiring about my condition. The most important one was from Jenny, "Investigation to start in the office meeting room at one. County and State detectives. It should be a public place, but private enough that no one would be able to figure out what we're discussing. Maybe the mall. No one would question two women visiting in a mall, and we could find a quiet corner somewhere."You print a few of those pictures - the last one, especially - and stay just out of sight until she thinks she's got me where she wants me. That's when you come around the corner and casually hand her what you've got."But Casey," she added, as an afterthought. "What's to stop. "I'm not going to sequester you, because you have not started your deliberations. You may all go home to your families, but you are not to discuss anything you've heard in this case with anyone, under any circumstances. Is that perfectly clear?"Most of the jury nodded."Court will resume at nine-thirty tomorrow morning," he said, and banged his gavel hard on the block.The gravity of the situation had penetrated all the jurors' minds. Of them all, only Judy Tipton violated the judge's order. She. She'd followed her stepfather here more than an hour ago and she was now certain of what he was doing there.Had she chosen to watch from a different location where she could have viewed the back door, Jenny would have had a surprise. Not long after she had taken up her vigil her younger sister's teacher, Mr. Slade, had entered the back door and was still inside.It took Sam's breath away, seeing his wife fucked by another man. It made him angry and turned on at the same time and he was at a loss.