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CONKLIN AND I sat in the back row of Judge Steven Rabinowitz’s arraignment courtroom in the San Francisco Superior Court, located on the second floor of the Hall of Justice We were there to support Yuki and to see for ourselves that Connor Grant’s attorney didn’t Houdini him out of our jail with a low bail

The blond-wood-paneled courtroo roo to see the killer in the flesh and to help the judge understand the depth of their horror and loss

Yuki was ready when Connor Grant’s case was called and his laalked him to the bench

Grant turned to look at the gallery full of people I don’t think he saw ot a look at hi with his eyes open, standing with his back to the wall He wore a classic orange ju bracelets and shackles, and a chain belt hooking all his ether

I had met his attorney, Elise Antonelli, a four-hundreddollar-an-hour laho,case because of the career-building opportunities in criminal defense

She was about five two, fair skinned, and brown eyed, and she had an easy ser to join the battle

The charges were read—twenty-five counts of murder two—and the deceased were named in alphabetical order Every time a nae Rabinowitz threatened to clear the courtrooht he didn’t want to do that, but he would if the spectators in the gallery got out of hand

Rabinowitz asked Grant, “Do you understand the charges against you?”

Connor Grant said, “Do I understand them?”

I sucked into say?

“No, I don’t understand them,” he said “I was a passerby when Sci-Tron was detonated I was a very unlucky passerby, Your Honor I didn’t have anything to do with that bo”

Rabinowitz said, “Let me rephrase the question, Mr Grant Do you understand that you are being charged with twenty-five counts of ree?”

“Well I heard the charges”

“Good How do you plead?”

“Not guilty twenty-five times”