Naomi blanched somewhat, unnerved despite herself. B had been well outnumbered in the courtroom, she remembered, but he hadn't pleaded. He'd sat there a sullen bandage-swathed wraith, giving everyone the creeps. What, she wondered, would make him plead?

"So you struck back," said Jezz, looking vicariously pleased, some of the dots connected in his mind. "Good for you."