dresses, Your Honor, and the other one is in the wash. It was either wear this, or my jeans and t-shirt." Devin closed his eyes and hoped she would not mention the pink bra and panties she had told him about earlier.
She, thankfully, did not.
"Miss Frey, sit at the big boy table and hush up. I have a long court day and you might as well be a part of the fun too. And before you open that pretty little mouth and argue with me, I want you to know that it would be a very costly mistake to do so. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Your Honor. Very clear. But I want it noted I don't like Mr. Grant very much. And I think he's an arrogant ass and needs to be stood in a corner for a decade or two."
"Duly noted, now sit down. First witness."
It was an hour into the trial when she suddenly sat up and looked at him.
Devin had given her the file to look over while he waited for his turn now that the defense had rested. He saw her lean over to Mr. Carlos just as he stood to ask his questions of the witness, then she waved at him. Assuming that she wanted to speak to him, Devin went back to her to tell her now was not the time to start in on why she did not like him again. He leaned down to her after receiving permission from the judge to confer with his colleague.
"This list has been tampered with. See, after number ten, the type is different and there are smudges of some sort. Someone has removed something. Mr.
Carlos said he had a thumb drive when he was arrested. And he doesn’t know where it is.”
Ronnie handed him the copy from his file. He could see the smudges she meant, and the typeface was smaller than the other information.
"What was on the thumb drive, Mark?" Devin asked his client. He did not know where this was going, but he would play along for a few minutes. His head hurt, but if he did not follow through on this, she would probably bop him on the head again.
"It was a recording of Mr. Peters selling me the painting. He didn't seem all that trustworthy to me so I had a camera set up of the whole thing. I didn't wanna be caught with my pants down. Beg pardon, ma'am." Devin looked at Ronnie, who blushed at the compliment.
"Well, that would have certainly helped your case. Who knew about this drive and when was the last time you saw it?" Ronnie asked him as she patted his arm. Devin didn’t like that. He had no clue why, but he didn’t want her touching anyone else but him.
"I gave it to the arresting officer and then I told that man over there I had it when he come to see me in jail.” Mark pointed at the prosecutor. “He offered me a deal. If I was to take responsibility for the whole thing, then he'd see my kids went to college for free."
"Wouldn't it be great if you had that on tape as well?" Ronnie said, and Mark looked over at her and smiled.
"You did, didn't you? Why you sly devil. Too bad we don't know where it is.
I don't suppose you made a copy of it, did you?"
Devin nearly shouted with joy when Mark nodded at her again. She had been sitting there for less than two hours and had solved a case he had all but given up on.
Devin looked at her as she smiled. It was not a friendly smile; actually, it was kind of scary. He was glad he was not on the receiving end of whatever she was thinking.
"I think Mr. Carlos should take the stand. I'm not sure, but I'm betting that that guy, Donaldson, knows where the drive is, don't you?"
Devin smiled and turned to the judge. He knew she was right too.
Donaldson was the prosecuting attorney. "Your Honor, Miss Frey is going to call her first witness."
"No! Are you insane? Your Honor, he's insane, and you should have him put away. I can't call my—"
"Enough! Good Christ, you two fight like a married couple. Mr. Carlos, do you accept Miss Frey—and if you open your mouth, Miss Frey, I will slap you with a fine so fast your head will spin. Mr. Carlos, Miss Frey is going to take over your case. Are you all right with that?"
"Yes, sir. She is fine with me. She's a
She, thankfully, did not.
"Miss Frey, sit at the big boy table and hush up. I have a long court day and you might as well be a part of the fun too. And before you open that pretty little mouth and argue with me, I want you to know that it would be a very costly mistake to do so. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Your Honor. Very clear. But I want it noted I don't like Mr. Grant very much. And I think he's an arrogant ass and needs to be stood in a corner for a decade or two."
"Duly noted, now sit down. First witness."
It was an hour into the trial when she suddenly sat up and looked at him.
Devin had given her the file to look over while he waited for his turn now that the defense had rested. He saw her lean over to Mr. Carlos just as he stood to ask his questions of the witness, then she waved at him. Assuming that she wanted to speak to him, Devin went back to her to tell her now was not the time to start in on why she did not like him again. He leaned down to her after receiving permission from the judge to confer with his colleague.
"This list has been tampered with. See, after number ten, the type is different and there are smudges of some sort. Someone has removed something. Mr.
Carlos said he had a thumb drive when he was arrested. And he doesn’t know where it is.”
Ronnie handed him the copy from his file. He could see the smudges she meant, and the typeface was smaller than the other information.
"What was on the thumb drive, Mark?" Devin asked his client. He did not know where this was going, but he would play along for a few minutes. His head hurt, but if he did not follow through on this, she would probably bop him on the head again.
"It was a recording of Mr. Peters selling me the painting. He didn't seem all that trustworthy to me so I had a camera set up of the whole thing. I didn't wanna be caught with my pants down. Beg pardon, ma'am." Devin looked at Ronnie, who blushed at the compliment.
"Well, that would have certainly helped your case. Who knew about this drive and when was the last time you saw it?" Ronnie asked him as she patted his arm. Devin didn’t like that. He had no clue why, but he didn’t want her touching anyone else but him.
"I gave it to the arresting officer and then I told that man over there I had it when he come to see me in jail.” Mark pointed at the prosecutor. “He offered me a deal. If I was to take responsibility for the whole thing, then he'd see my kids went to college for free."
"Wouldn't it be great if you had that on tape as well?" Ronnie said, and Mark looked over at her and smiled.
"You did, didn't you? Why you sly devil. Too bad we don't know where it is.
I don't suppose you made a copy of it, did you?"
Devin nearly shouted with joy when Mark nodded at her again. She had been sitting there for less than two hours and had solved a case he had all but given up on.
Devin looked at her as she smiled. It was not a friendly smile; actually, it was kind of scary. He was glad he was not on the receiving end of whatever she was thinking.
"I think Mr. Carlos should take the stand. I'm not sure, but I'm betting that that guy, Donaldson, knows where the drive is, don't you?"
Devin smiled and turned to the judge. He knew she was right too.
Donaldson was the prosecuting attorney. "Your Honor, Miss Frey is going to call her first witness."
"No! Are you insane? Your Honor, he's insane, and you should have him put away. I can't call my—"
"Enough! Good Christ, you two fight like a married couple. Mr. Carlos, do you accept Miss Frey—and if you open your mouth, Miss Frey, I will slap you with a fine so fast your head will spin. Mr. Carlos, Miss Frey is going to take over your case. Are you all right with that?"
"Yes, sir. She is fine with me. She's a
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