Miranda was silent during the drive back to the jailhouse, engrossed with the idea she will be facing the toughest prosecutor in the country. Josh broke the silence. "Do you think you can beat him?"
"Hm?"
"Do you think you can beat that undefeated prosecutor?"
"I don't know. He has a reputation of doing his trials fairly, without manipulating evidence. I'm not sure if he's just that skilled, or if every single person he prosecuted is guilty."
Josh shook his head. Soon, they arrived back at the jailhouse. Getting seated back in the interview room, Miranda checked her watch. "We only have ten more minutes of visiting time left for today. Again, let me do the talking after I introduce you."
"Yes Ms. Veal."
Soon, Leah was escorted into the room. "Hello Ms. Veal…and…"
Miranda chimed in. "His name is Josh. Josh Evanson."
Josh nodded his head. "Nice to meet you. I would shake your hand…but those handcuffs seem to be in the way."
Leah slightly smiled. Miranda then took over. "Leah…to be honest, it's going to be a tough case tomorrow. They do have evidence against you…some…incriminating evidence…and witness testimonies. To top it off, they have the best prosecutor in the country prosecuting you tomorrow."
"I see…"
Miranda sighed. "Don't worry, I'm sure there will be something in the witness testimonies that will prove your innocence. Also, I have a few questions concerning this one piece of evidence…"
Leah shook her head. "I'm glad to hear that."
Miranda smiled. "Hey, you don't go undefeated for two years unless you have a few tricks up your sleeve."
Leah chuckled. "Again, I'm glad to hear that."
Soon, the ten minutes passed, and Miranda and Josh left the jailhouse. Miranda sighed. "It really is going to be tough…"
Josh was silent, simply staring ahead. "Josh?"
"Oh…yes…"
"…what were you thinking about?"
"It's…nothing. Anyways, we should be getting back to the office to file the paperwork."
Miranda sighed. "Yes…the paperwork…"
After a couple hours, the necessary paperwork had been filed. "Alright then, everything's set for tomorrow."
Josh yawned. "Finally. I was starting to get way too many paper cuts."
Miranda chuckled. "So do you need a ride home?"
"Nah, I'm good. I'm going to walk home. It's a beautiful night out."
Miranda shook her head. "Alright. Suit yourself. Just don't be out too late, or your performance tomorrow will suffer."
Josh shook his head. "Yes master."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
Miranda shook her head and chuckled. "See you tomorrow."
"See ya."
Josh was one of the last ones to leave the office. Walking down the street, he put his hands in his pockets. That was one hectic first day on the job…
Soon, Josh returned to his apartment. Home sweet home…
Turning on the television, Josh microwaved a meal and sat down. Something about Leah strikes me as odd though…she doesn't show…emotion that her father was killed. She's made it look like she has…but I can tell she's faking it…but why?
Miranda was studying her notes of the trial in the defendant's lobby when Josh walked in. Miranda looked up. "Ah, Josh, you're ten seconds late."
"Sorry…the traffic was a bit…tied up. Anyways, has Leah showed up yet?"
"Not yet. The same 'traffic tie up' is stalling her escort right now. She won't be here until the middle of the trial."
"Ah, I see. So are you ready"
"I am."
Josh sat down, and took out a bottle of water from his briefcase. "You keep water in your briefcase?"
"Hey, you never know when you get thirsty…and I'm…pretty thirsty right now."
"This is your first time being in an official trial, even though you're just watching, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Well, just observe what I do, and that's basically it. Unless I'm in a jam, just observe."
"Yes ma'am."
Soon, the bailiff from the courtroom came out. "Ms. Veal, Mr. Evanson, the trial is about to start."
Miranda closed the folder. "Alright. Let's do this!"
Josh shook his head. "I'll be sure not to get in your way…"
Miranda and Travis went to the defense attorney's desk, and sat down. An elderly man sat behind the prosecutor's desk. Miranda took a deep breath. That must be Jack Inger…
Soon, the judge entered the courtroom.
"Court is now in session for the trial of Leah Morritson."
Miranda stood up. "The defense is ready, your honor!"
Jack stood up as well. "The prosecution, is adequately prepared, your honor."
The judge shook his head. "I've been looking forward to the trial when I was assigned to it yesterday. Two undefeated attorneys going at it! Let's begin!"
This isn't for your entertainment…your honor.
The judge cleared his throat. "Prosecutor Inger, your opening statement please."
"Yes your honor. Yesterday, the world lost a brilliant lawyer. I faced him several times in court. He was found murdered in his own home, shot. The first shot, was to the head. The shot was mortal, but not instantaneously. A couple minutes later, he was shot in the heart…when he was already dead."
The judge shook his head. "So it seems like the killer had some sort of hatred for the victim."
Jack took out a folder. "This is the autopsy report, your honor. It details when the crime took place, where the victim was shot, and when each bullet penetrated the victim."
Miranda took out her own copy. According to the report, the shots were separated by two minutes…and the crime occurred around eight in the morning…
The judge shook his head. "The court accepts this as evidence."
"Next, is the murder weapon. It's a standard 9mm handgun. The bullets in the body matched the gun through ballistics tests. This is indeed the murder weapon, and to top it off, the defendant's fingerprints were found on the weapon."
The judge banged his gavel. "Why…that's quite decisive!"
"Not yet, there are many things that can disclaim it, however, the next piece of evidence…spells out who the murderer is."
He must be talking about the bloody handwriting…
Jack took out a photo. "Look at this…your honor. Tell the court…what you see."
"Why…that's…the body!"
"What's above the body?"
"…! Why…that's blood…spelling out the defendant's name!"
The crowd started speaking, only to be silenced by the judge's gavel. "The court accepts this as evidence!"
Jack nodded. "And, I have a witness to testify as well. He will tell us what happened!"
The judge banged his gavel. "Bring him in at once."
I'm starting to see how he is undefeated. He gets the judge involved…and usually on his side too.
A brown haired man walked into the room. "Name and occupation."
"Mine title is Philip Greo. My profession is acting."
"Mine title?"
Jack shook his head. "Witness, tell us what you saw yesterday."
"As thou commandeth."
What the heck?!
"Yesterday, mine companion and I journeyed to the director's abode. Once we arriveth, mine companion rang the bell. Not receiveth an answer, I intruded into the abode. Seeth not the director, I callest out his name. Mine companion soon screacheth, discovering the body! All thine evidence pointeth to the girl!"
The court was silent. Miranda stared at the witness. Is he a time traveler? Who even talks like that!?
The judge banged his gavel. "That certainly was…an interesting testimony. Ms. Veal…have fun cross-examining the witness."
Even the judge is at a loss. Why do I always get these cases?
Josh shook his head. "You can do this, Ms. Veal!"
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