She was one good looking tall drink of water, legs long as the towering yellow pines in the deep forest surrounding the place, a figure like those grand carvings of women that graced the prows of the giant prides of the long ago British fleets, flowing sun blonded brown tresses, high forehead, alert brown eyes, lips like the dessert buffet at The Cloister on Sunday. She was desired, coveted, flat out wanted.

I learned very early on as I was finding my way to the court room, that it was imperative for me to visit and study the scene where anything pertinent to a case had occurred.