Juror #3

by James Patterson

backed away. The mention of my ex-fiancé set off alarms in my head. And I had sworn off a career in murder defense only moments before. “Suzanne, I’m awful sorry—for you and your family. But if Lee is in trouble, I don’t see what in the world it has to do with me.” She grasped my hand, pulling me forcibly from the table. “Ruby, he needs legal help. Now.” I resisted, leaning back in a game of tug-of-war. “Suzanne, Lee won’t want me there, I assure you.” She stopped in her tracks, turning to face me with a steely gaze over her spectacles. “Sugar. He asked for you by name.” As Suzanne strode from the dining