“Your Honor,” Sterling boomed. “This man is a monster. He drove to my client’s home in the middle of the night armed with a weapon. He brutally beat a defenseless man. He claims self-defense? Look at him! He’s a trained killer hiding behind a senior citizen discount!”
Mark smirked at me from across the aisle. His eyes said, I win. You rot.
My public defender, a young, nervous kid named Greg, stood up. “Objection. My client is a retired landscaper.”
“Overruled,” the Judge said.
I looked up at the bench.
The Honorable William “Bill” Halloway sat high above us. He had a face carved from granite and eyes that missed nothing. He had been the judge in this county for twenty years. He was known for being harsh, fair, and utterly unbribable.
Sterling continued his theatrics. “We have character witnesses who say John is unstable. We have medical reports of the devastating injuries my client suffered. We demand the maximum sentence. Twenty years.”
