Chapter 11
The preliminary arraignment hearing in Manhattan took place two weeks later under tight security. Eleanor sat at the defense table wearing a standard gray jumpsuit, her aristocratic demeanor fractured by hollow desperation and furious resentment.
When Christian and Clara walked into the courtroom gallery, Eleanor turned her head, fixing them with a venomous, unblinking stare. Clara instinctively gripped Christian's hand, feeling the solid, unbreakable warmth of his support.
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The federal judge, a formidable woman with decades on the bench, read the charges with grave solemnity. "The court finds probable cause on all counts of attempted murder and conspiracy. No bail will be granted."
Eleanor opened her mouth to protest, but her defense attorney quickly hushed her, knowing any outburst would only seal her doom before a jury.
