Maggie sat with her hands handcuffed behind her back and her ankles in shackles, in the backseat of the police station’s van. She was being driven from Port Glenn Psychiatric and Forensic Hospital to the Black Water courthouse for a preliminary hearing. Now that she was found competent to stand trial she knew that this, trial before the trial, would bring evidence before the court showing there was due cause to continue on to the felony criminal trial.
Oddly, she felt better today than at any time since this all started. She woke up refreshed, not tired and depleted of energy like she usually was. Even the two nodules on her neck, while still there, felt smaller and less tender. And even though she had only spoken with her court-appointed attorney one time, and that was over the phone, she felt better able to handle whatever decision was made.
As the van barreled down the highway, she looked out the side window and watched cornfields and farms whiz by. Oh, how she wished she were in one of those houses, in one of those yards, or any other place than in the van driving her to whatever fate that lay ahead.
She knew the court would find probable cause and she would be bound over to trial court. Unless Ethel could work her magic, she would be imprisoned.