Guilty!

Well, ok, not yet.

Jackie called me when I was less than half a mile from home this evening.

"Where are you?"
"On our street."
"Oh, thank goodness!"
"I'll be home in mere moments."

Wondering what was wrong, I hurried the rest of the way and got home only to find her watching tv and everything looking normal. She was only concerned that I was going to get stuck behind the Neil Entwistle Motorcade, which they were showing on the news. They were transporting him to Hopkinton from the Bangor airport, and they arrived at the police station right around the same time I arrived at our house.

How are they ever going to find an unbiased jury for his trial?