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behind with wide eyes set in their pale faces and hands clasped together.
    I froze. That's why this bit of female beside me had been serving time? I'd known that she had been imprisoned on a charge of murder two. I'd assumed it had been some kind of drunken car accident or cheating boyfriend, not that she'd killed a family man. Unless, of course, he was the cheating ‘boyfriend.’
    I took a step forward and held my arm in front of Ms. Stone, half as a shield from the hostile woman in front of us, half to hold the feisty, newly released prisoner back. At any moment, I expected the mother of all girl-fights to erupt. To my surprise, Madelyn didn't say a word. She simply stood there with a solemn expression.
    "Trying to steal my husband wasn't enough for you. Oh, no. You murdered him in cold blood when he rejected you." The widow took a step forward. "I lost everything, thanks to you. You dragged our good name through the mud. We lost our house, our club memberships…everything." Her voice rose in pitch with each sentence until it was almost an ear-piercing shriek. "You murdering bitch. I'll see to it you still pay for what you did!"
    I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows as I took a step forward. "Are you threatening Ms. Stone?"
    The woman in front of me faltered as if she only just noticed me. I watched as she took in my size and hard expression. Her shoulders bent, and she made a show of wiping her eyes. "She lied to get her charges reduced. She shouldn't ever walk the streets again. She should have been sentenced to life in prison," she sniffled. "My poor girls..."
    "The justice system obviously disagreed with you, Mrs. --"
    "Regis. Mrs. Paul Regis, or at least," tears leaked from her eyes, "his widow." The way she batted her eyelashes and pursed her lips seemed more worthy of a stage performance than a truly grieving widow. I suspected she might have missed the club memberships more than her beloved spouse.
    "I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Regis, but if you continue to stand here and threaten Ms. Stone, I'll have no choice but to press harassment charges against you."
    "Harassment? She killed my husband, and you're threatening me ?"
    "Look --"
    I stopped as fingers wrapped around my arm and gently pulled me back. I stared down at the petite woman who stepped up beside me. Her eyes gazed wearily back at me, and I caught the look of defeat and sadness in her eyes before they dropped to the ground.
    "It's okay," Madelyn said quietly. "She has every right to be angry." She took a breath and straightened her shoulders before looking into the eyes of her accuser. "Please, for the sake of your girls, I'm begging you not to do this here."
    "I'll see you in Hell first," she threatened, her lips curling into a snarl as she leaned toward us. Her voice was so full of derision it nearly dripped from her lips. I felt a tremor run through Madelyn, who was still holding my arm, but to her credit she remained calm.
    "Enough," I demanded. "I recommend you leave now, Mrs. Regis, or I'll call the police and have them arrest you for making threats." I pulled my phone from my pocket. "I'm sure it would only take seconds to respond to my call as near as we are to the station."
    The hand on my arm tugged me once again. "Please, let's just go." She raised her eyes and silently begged me. I was momentarily struck dumb by how unusual her eyes were, a mixture of browns and greens staring at me with such sadness and regret, I had to stop myself from stroking her face as a gesture of comfort.
    Retreat wasn't a concept I endorsed. I wasn't afraid of conflict. Some even accused me of thriving on it, and they weren't wrong. I fed on that side of my personality to become the success that I was in the courtroom. But with one look from the pint-sized woman beside me I acquiesced.
    When was the last time I'd allowed a woman to dictate my choices - and with just a mere touch? Irritated by my reaction to her, I cleared my throat and mentally shook my head,