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Chapter 1 The face of Nicholas Easter was slightly hidden by a display rack filled with slim cordless phones, and he was looking not directly at the hidden camera but somewhere off to the left, perhaps at a customer, or perhaps at a counter where a group of kids hovered over the latest electronic games from Asia. Though taken from a distance of forty yards by a man dodging rather heavy mall foot traffic, the photo was clear and revealed a nice face, clean-shaven with strong features and boyish good looks | Runaway Jury John Grisham Runaway Jury Author John Grisham Category Thriller Other name Diana C. Website http motsach.info Date 07-December-2012 Page 1 320 http motsach.info Runaway Jury John Grisham Chapter 1 The face of Nicholas Easter was slightly hidden by a display rack filled with slim cordless phones and he was looking not directly at the hidden camera but somewhere off to the left perhaps at a customer or perhaps at a counter where a group of kids hovered over the latest electronic games from Asia. Though taken from a distance of forty yards by a man dodging rather heavy mall foot traffic the photo was clear and revealed a nice face clean-shaven with strong features and boyish good looks. Easter was twenty-seven they knew that for a fact. No eyeglasses. No nose ring or weird haircut. Nothing to indicate he was one of the usual computer nerds who worked in the store at five bucks an hour. His questionnaire said he d been there for four months said also that he was a part-time student though no record of enrollment had been found at any college within three hundred miles. He was lying about this they were certain. He had to be lying. Their intelligence was too good. If the kid was a student they d know where for how long what field of study how good were the grades or how bad. They d know. He was a clerk in a Computer Hut in a mall. Nothing more or less. Maybe he planned to enroll somewhere. Maybe he d dropped out but still liked the notion of referring to himself as a parttime student. Maybe it made him feel better gave him a sense of purpose sounded good. But he was not at this moment nor at any time in the recent past a student of any sort. So could he be trusted This had been thrashed about the room twice already each time they came to Easter s name on the master list and his face hit the screen. It was a harmless lie they d almost decided. He didn t smoke. The store had a strict nonsmoking rule but he d been seen not photographed eating a taco in the .
