and hungry for every detail

It was obvious that Robbie was relishing the moment. His performance was being broadcast live. His audience was captive, spellbound, and hungry for every detail. He could not be interrupted or challenged on any point. It was his press conference, and he was finally getting the last word. The moment was a lawyer's dream. There would be several points during the morning when Robbie belabored a topic, beginning with his heartfelt ramblings about Donte Drumm. The audience, though, refused to be bored. He eventually got around to the crime, and this prompted a photo of Nicole, a very pretty, wholesome high school girl. Reeva was watching. Phone calls had roused her. They had been up all night dealing with the fire at the feed store, a fire that was contained quickly and could've been much worse. It was certainly arson, a criminal act obviously carried out by black thugs seeking revenge against the family of Nicole Yarber. Wallis was still there, and Reeva was alone. She cried when she saw her daughter's face, displayed by a man she loathed. She cried and she seethed and she ached. Reeva was confused, tormented, thoroughly bewildered. The phone call last night from Judge Henry had spiked her blood pressure and sent her to the emergency room. Add the fire, and Reeva was practically delirious. She had asked Judge Henry many questions--Nicole's grave? Skeletal remains? Her clothing and driver's license, belt and credit card, and all the way up in Missouri? She had not been dumped in the Red River near Rush Point? And worst of all--Drumm was not the killer? "It's true, Mrs. Pike," the judge said patiently. "It's all true. I'm sorry. I know that it is a shock." A shock? Reeva couldn't believe it and for hours refused to believe it. She'd slept little, ate nothing, and was still grasping for answers when she turned on the television and there was Flak, the peacock, live on CNN talking about her daughter.