Sudden commotion from behind Euclid caught Judge Horton’s eye, and he stopped. Euclid whipped around. Paul Brooksfield was standing, red in the face, fists trembling. The bailiff had jumped over the bar and was holding him by his shoulders.
Paul roared, wrenching from the bailiff’s grip as if he were tearing through paper, and launched himself over the bar and pointed to his wife. “She’s innocent! We can’t even leave our house!” he yelled. “How could you do this to her?”
The bailiff grabbed at him as he continued to shout, gesturing to Adewale, who had stood and was calmly watching with crossed arms fromthe back of the courtroom. “You make this right, Ms. District Attorney. You make this right!”
A flood of blue invaded the room as four officers swarmed in. A tussle ensued: Paul took advantage of his size, throwing officers this way and that as they struggled to secure his wrists with handcuffs.
“Stop it, Paul!” Margie Brooksfield’s voice suddenly rang out above the commotion.
Paul ceased his struggling and allowed the officers to cuff him. As he was led away, he met Euclid’s horrified gaze with red-ringed eyes and mouthed something to her.
Euclid could just make out what he was saying.Help her, he mouthed.Help her.
