Better judgement got caught in the traffic on I-Nerves. It didn’t reach my hand in time to keep it off the knife.
Obviously, CPR was useless so why the hell did I touch the murder weapon?
“Are we boring you, Miss Sinclair?” The judge hated me. I would bet a twenty his wife just dumped him. Hell, I would bet a twenty to life he closed my case before he even opened it.
Grief, despair and rage formed a smog around my brain but I pushed through. “No, your Honour.”
They hadn’t even looked into Greg’s shady friends that hard.
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