I The Jury Book Novels & Stories

"I know. Thank you. But I'm okay." "Call me the second you know." "I will. I love you." "I love you too. You're going to win this." "From your lips to God's ears." --- At 6 PM, the jury sent a note. "They have a question," the clerk told us. We reconvened in the courtroom. Judge Martinez read the note aloud: "Can we review the authorization memos for the Cayman account?" "Yes," the judge said. "We'll bring those exhibits to the jury room."

"I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration in his eyes. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his gaze. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun. Author: Gideon Fiadzomor Copyright protected

POV: Elias "Members of the jury," the judge began, her voice steady and carrying the particular authority of a person who had presided over many verdicts and understood that the dignity of the moment required no embellishment, "have you reached a verdict?" The foreperson cleared his throat, hands clasped tightly over the folder in front of him. Months of deliberation, testimony, and evidence compressed into a collection of papers that could be held in one hand. "We have, Your Honor."

But because I didn’t know who else to believe. Four Years Ago – Courthouse Steps, After the Testimony I’d risked everything. My job. My reputation. My safety. I stood outside the courthouse, trembling as the verdict rang in my ears. Not guilty. Rowen walked. Silva got promoted. I got death threats and demoted to desk duty. “You were right,” I told him. He didn’t smile. Didn’t even look satisfied “I didn’t want to be,” he said. “I thought the system…”I stopped myself. “I thought I could fix it”

I wondered if I was their living toy. I really wanted to leave the land I was raised in, with the signed papers in my hands. Every step I took blurred the world around me more. I wiped the blood away in an attempt to clear my sight. It did nothing. … When I woke up again, I was met with a familiar face. We stood in the hospital's corridor, and he presented me with a report. "You looked terrible. If I weren't on my way to work, some unlucky driver would've crashed into you. And I can't believe you had no idea you were pregnant."

Austin was his friend and a trusted one at that. “Will the jury foreperson please stand? Has the jury reached a verdict?” Judge Matthews addressed the jury with a stern look and a woman stood up clasping a piece of paper in her hand. “Yes, your Honor.” The bailiff walked over to her and took the piece of paper to the judge. His face remained impassive as he read the verdict before giving it back to the bailiff. The woman took a deep breath and looked down at the paper. “We, the jury, find Dominic Vittori in the case of murder in the first degree, not guilty,” she said.

MANUEL'S POV "Do you promise to adhere to the rules that governs this court?"The jury stated "I promise"I answered. After everyone had taken the oath, they commenced the trial. "We are commencing the trial of Santrir. Who will have to this court that he is innocent of all crimes allegations on him "The jury read aloud. The jury was arranged on a stage that overlooked the people and the offender. "Santrir would you please step into the block."One of the jury members read out.

Her lips moved slightly, whispers to herself, prayers or curses, no one knew. Minutes became an hour. Then finally, the door opened. The jury filed back in. No one spoke. The judge leaned forward. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" A woman stood. The jury foreperson. Calm and collected. "Yes, Your Honor." "Could everyone involved, please rise." Everyone stood. Mia’s knees trembled. Andreas gently steadied her. The foreperson opened the slip of paper with a crisp sound that sliced through the silence. "In the case of The People vs. Tania Costa, on the charges of murder in the first degree, forgery, and obstruction of justice, we find the defendant..."

I explained each gift and how they freaked me out, telling the judge that they always showed up when nobody was watching. I talk about the pictures he took of me changing in Isla’s house, and the Judge narrows his eyes at Jack when I tell him about my stolen bra. I can see it in Jack’s face that he realizes he’s not going to leave this hearing with any mercy. “Well, I believe we have enough to establish an outcome. We will take a few minutes recess to allow the jury to conclude their decisions before I make a final ruling,” the Judge announces. I stay in my seat, too tired and nervous to move for the entire ten minutes it takes the Judge and Jury to leave and return.

Everett gently squeezed my hand again. "Everything is going to be alright." Almost twenty minutes later, the courtroom doors opened. "The jury has returned," the courtroom deputy announced. "All rise." Everyone stood. The jurors returned to their seats. After a brief moment, the jury foreperson rose. "On Count One, kidnapping in the first degree, we find the defendant... guilty." My heart pounded. "On Count Two, attempted murder... guilty." "On Count Three, aggravated assault... guilty." "On Count Four, unlawful possession of a firearm... guilty."