"Emily, the evidence sent to your email address is very important. Can we use it anonymously in court?" Murat said hesitantly after examining the files attached to the beautiful prosecutor's email.While re-reading the contents of the senator's conversation with a man named Doug, as referred to by Gordon Crawford, she drew a conclusion. "Murat, this man is the murderer of Cecilia Sommerhalder. This screenshot must have been created by the man himself," Emily said. She felt she needed to discuss this with Judge Malcom and Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt tomorrow morning."It seems you're right, Emily. Do you want to reply to this email and request a meeting with the man?" Murat asked anxiously, staring at Emily's tired face, where dark circles were clearly visible under her beautiful hazel eyes."I'll consult with Lieutenant Ben and Judge Malcom first. The evidence I've received is likely strong enough to be used in Senator Crawford's trial," Emily replied wisely.Then Murat hugged his b
"Damian, I don't think we'll have any trouble getting an acquittal at the upcoming trial!" said Senator Crawford, who had been suspended from office, in the temporary detention visiting room.His trusted lawyer, Damian Lockheart, agreed with the man's arrogant statement. He did feel confident after Brent and Louis' testimony had eased his client's position earlier."There's no harm in hoping that the prosecution won't find any more evidence or witnesses!" Damian replied with a cheerful laugh.Then Senator Crawford quietly accepted a small phone from behind his lawyer's palm as they shook hands. "Thanks, Damian. This is what I needed. You can go now!" the man said before police officers escorted him back to the temporary detention cell before he officially became an inmate at the Illinois state prison.In a dimly lit bar, Douglas Archer was enjoying a glass of Carlsberg beer while listening to the news about Senator Gordon Crawford's trial. The media predicted that the case would be ru
"TOK TOK TOK." The heavy sound of the judge's gavel striking the wood echoed through the courtroom, bringing everything to a standstill. "We will now begin hearing the testimony of the witness in the murder case involving multiple victims orchestrated by Mr. Gordon Crawford!" declared Judge Malcom, a slender man with thinning gray hair and thick-rimmed glasses. He only had one year left before retiring as a judge serving in Chicago, Illinois.Emily then stood up and said, "We are calling the witness and accomplice of Mr. Gordon Crawford, Louis Harison, to take the witness stand."A blond-haired man who had once been a Chicago police lieutenant but had since been stripped of all his ranks and authority sat in the witness box. Emily stood before him with a cold, piercing gaze after hearing Louis Harison's oath to testify truthfully in court."Sir, did you receive orders and a sum of money from Mr. Gordon Crawford to eliminate the Barnes family, Ronald Banning, and Thomas Simpson?" Emi
The flashes of the journalists' cameras relentlessly pounced on the figure of Prosecutor Emily Rosalyn Carter as she walked toward the Crawford case courtroom. Voice recorders and microphones were thrust in front of the woman's face, who maintained a cold expression as she walked past the commotion."All court participants, please stand!" the court clerk announced as His Honor Judge Malcom entered the crowded courtroom. Three strikes of the gavel on the judge's bench signaled the start of the tension that had been anticipated by most Americans. "Please bring the prosecution's witness into the courtroom!" Judge Malcom declared.A state official in all-black attire escorted witness Brenda Lindsey Hewitt to the witness stand first. The young woman would testify about the harassment committed by Henry Crawford.With a firm stride, Emily approached the witness box, greeted Brenda, and then asked the crucial question that would incriminate Henry Crawford. "Brenda, what unpleasant actions d
"Emily, thank goodness you're finally awake!" Murat said with his red, tired eyes from lack of sleep since yesterday.The Turkish man gently stroked Emily's cold cheek with his warm palm. He had been waiting for the woman he loved in the VIP patient care room all night."Murat, you must be exhausted. Are we still in Paris?" Emily replied with a weak smile. She had just woken up from a deep sleep caused by the side effects of her treatment. The morning sunlight filtered through the thin white curtains covering the window. Emily guessed it was morning or perhaps nearing noon. She thought about the legal case involving the Crawford father and son. "We're still in Paris, Emily. The plan is to fly back to Chicago this evening with Lieutenant Ben and Sergeant Rodney. So brace yourself for the long flight ahead!" Murat informed Emily of their plans."You should also get some rest, Murat. There are dark circles under your red, watery eyes; you look terrible!" Emily scolded him. She didn't
"Open this door or we'll have to break it down, Mister Dabusche!" Murat exclaimed resolutely. He was certain that the woman he loved was behind that locked door.Rayden snorted in annoyance; he was reluctant to open it because Emily Carter was indeed inside. "No. That's a special room that no one is allowed to enter. There's my valuable treasure inside!" the man protested, crossing his arms and glaring at Murat, who furrowed his brows, unwilling to back down.Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt intervened in the argument. "You've heard the warrant from the Paris Police Department yourself. All rooms in this house must be searched. Open it!" However, Rayden shook his head. He instead backed toward the stairs to go down. Seeing the man's refusal, Lieutenant Benjamin and Murat exchanged glances. The two of them, along with Sergeant Rodney, took aim and then broke down the tightly closed door in unison."BRAKKK!" "BRAKKK!" "BRAKKKK!" The door hinges were destroyed before Rayden could sto