It seemed a point of pride with ADAs to always keep defense lawyers waiting; perhaps it was taught as part of their orientation."What's making us wait like this get them?" I asked."They just want us to know how much they dislike us," Myra replied.Finally ADA Williams arrived and gestured for us to follow her to a conference room. She was a tall black woman in her early thirties, willowy and aloof, her suit jacket buttoned up. Nobody bothered with small talk; Williams didn't even offer a token apology.The conference room she led us to was cramped and viewless, merely functional and seldom cleaned. O'Bannon was not there. Myra hissed out a sigh, making a point of showing her annoyance. I guessed she was doing this deliberately, that she was perfectly capable of hiding her irritation if she thought it would benefit her case."Ted knows you're here," Williams said, a touch of apology in her voice. "I'm sure he'll be right along.""He's known we were here for half an hour," Myra said."He's probably on his way," Williams said.O'Bannon walked in on cue.
