Website of  Author Merle H. Horwitz


Prologue  December 1988

            The plaintiff’s seat was empty.  Judge Amrane Karabian was not happy about it.  He tried not to focus on what the jury would think about her empty seat.  He also tried to avoid guessing what their verdict would be—but it was an irresistible game.  Judges were human.  He glanced up.  Twelve pairs of eyes stared at him. They had come back to him three times during the trial--notes, questions.  He expected they would do the same after he finished.  He poured a dash of water into his glass and downed it, squinting under the fluorescent light.  A jammed courtroom was ready to hear the last few instructions. It was the most tedious and mind-numbing part of any jury trial.  But vital. The trial of Anastasia Anderson was coming to an end.