Before Garrett could answer, a tall man with a graying beard stepped forward half a pace from the back wall. His name was Travis Cole, and though he wore the same leather vest as the others, his posture was restrained and respectful.
“Your Honor, if I may clarify,” Travis began.
The bailiff immediately raised a hand and said, “Remain where you are.”
Travis stopped without protest and replied, “Yes, sir.”
That obedience only deepened the suspicion among the spectators.
Rebecca’s attorney raised her voice slightly and said, “Your Honor, this is a custody hearing involving allegations of abuse, and this visible show of support is inappropriate.”
“It is not a show,” Garrett interrupted, his cuffed hands trembling as he swallowed hard and glanced once toward Avery.
She watched him carefully, her small fingers gripping the edge of the bench.
“I need witnesses,” Garrett said.
The courtroom buzzed louder with confusion.
Judge Hodge leaned forward. “Witnesses to what?”
