Twenty years. A life sentence for me.
Judge Halloway cleared his throat. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the silent room.
“Mr. Sterling,” the Judge said. His voice was low, gravelly. “You claim your client was attacked unprovoked?”
“Yes, Your Honor. He opened his door to be a good neighbor, and this maniac attacked him.”
“I see,” Halloway said. He picked up a file on his desk. “And the security footage?”
“The… uh… camera was malfunctioning, Your Honor,” Sterling lied smoothly. “Conveniently damaged by the storm.”
I smiled. I knew Mark had deleted it.
“However,” Halloway continued, “We have the police report. And the medical report of one Lily Sterling, admitted to General Hospital three hours before this incident.”
Mark stiffened.
“Mr. Sterling,” Halloway took off his reading glasses. He leaned forward. “Look at me.”
Mark looked up, arrogant but confused.
“Do you recognize me, son?” Halloway asked.
“You’re the judge,” Mark said.
