"So you said Woody was an acquaintance?" Forrest hadn't elaborated. "Do you work together or something? Wait, let me guess. You know him from a life of crime. He's appeared in front of you in court ten times. No, thirteen."
Forrest chuckled. "Woody has never been arrested."
"That doesn't mean he isn't guilty," I pointed out.
He raised his eyebrows to concede the point. "Sometimes Woody makes some bad judgement calls."
I grunt-laughed. "You think?"
Forrest grimaced.
"Coming into my apartment and trying to kill me. Yeah, I'd call that bad judgement. At least from where I was standing." My smile faded.
"Hey," Forrest said sharply. "No one would think trying to kill you was agoodjudgement call."
"Except Woody," I said with a shrug.
"Woody has issues."
"Woody needs therapy."
"Woody would be the first to admit he needs therapy," Forrest said. "I'll talk to him. Make sure he understands what's going on."
I toyed with my hair, curling it around my finger.
"Why was he so certain I killed Wolfgang?" I asked. "I mean, on paper it looks like I had a cause." I suppose I answered my own question.
"You wouldn't have been the first wife to kill a man who was hurting her," Forrest said. "For what it's worth, they get my sympathy. I'd never sentence a woman who took matters into her own hands because the situation was desperate."
"Good to know," I said dryly. "If I ever have to kill someone, I'll make sure you're the judge."
He cocked his head slightly, blue eyes intent on me. "I’m curious under what circumstances you would kill someone."
Of course a server chose that moment to step up to the table. She gave him a funny look before taking our order and hurrying away.
"I think you scared her," I said in a loud whisper.
He smiled slightly. "She wouldn't be the first. No doubt she won't be the last."
"Are you really that scary?" I twisted my hair a little faster.
He leaned forward and smiled wolfishly. "Absolutely. No one wants to end up in front of me in court."
I met him halfway across the table. "I don't think you're that scary."
His eyebrows rose. "Then I'm not trying hard enough." He grinned and sat back.
"You still haven't told me how you know Woody."
"Socially," Forrest said. "He's a friend of a friend."
"I see. Has he ever tried to kill you?"
Forrest propped his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand.
"Only once."
My eyes widened. "He's tried to kill you once."
