Will was standing outside the courthouse, leaning against the marble wall behind him, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to breathe through the stress threatening to overwhelm him.

He'd just gotten the news that Liam Foyle, his wife's murderer, had been acquitted of all crimes and let off scot-free.

He pulled out a cigarette from the carton in his suit coat and felt in his pockets for a lighter. He must’ve left his back at the office.

He saw a kind-looking person exiting the courthouse at that moment and stopped them to ask, “Excuse me, could I trouble you for a light?”