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not the case."
    After that, Davidson relaxed and settled into his routine. He began holding up police statements and laboratory reports for Frank to analyze and interpret and explain to the jury why the officers had failed to establish their case for the drugs. It was a show, really, Frank thought. The drug charges were tacked on like a chef tossing a bowl of spaghetti at the wall. They were trying to see what stuck.
    A piece of garbage like Keenan Marvin was already a two-time loser. Illinois didn't have a three-strikes law, but that didn't mean the judge wouldn't launch his sorry ass into orbit regardless of whether or not the murder charges held.
    It seemed that for every one of his answers, the attorneys spent twenty minutes arguing about whether or not it would be admissible. They argued and the cops in the back rolled their eyes and the jury either nodded or scribbled on their notepads and Frank, bored, began skimming through the various reports in front of him. He picked up the lengthy criminal complaint filed against the defendant by the woman, Lieutenant Daniels. As an expert witness for one specific section of the case, he had limited his research. He'd never seen the full list of charges or reports.
    As he came to the end of the charges leveled against Marvin, he read the final two charges: Conspiracy to Attempt Kidnapping and Rape. The victim's name was the same as the person's signature on the affidavit below.
    Frank looked up sharply at Davidson first, his mouth quivering in disbelief. Davidson was too busy filibustering to notice. Frank turned his head, staring wide-eyed at the female Lieutenant, who was looking directly back at him. 
     
    It was dark by the time Frank got off the stand and most of the cops in the back had cleared out, needing to get home or go to work or simply bored of standing there listening to the details of evidence procedure and narcotics collection. Some of the jury members were still trying to hang in there, making notes as people spoke. Others were staring off in the distance and one in the back was asleep. Keenan Marvin was asleep too.
    Judge Ceparullo thanked the jury for their patience that day and said, "I know it was a long one. I expect we have another full day tomorrow and then we'll move on to closing arguments after that. You can tell your families we'll be finished this week. Have a good evening."
    The judge waited for the jury to leave the court and then turned to the lawyers, saying, "Right?"
    Joel Roth nodded and smiled. "I'm ready for closing arguments now, your honor."
    Alan Davidson rolled his eyes as he stood up and said, "I have two more expert witnesses coming in to testify. One on the weapon and one on the blood spatter. I can't guarantee how long either of them will take, your honor. My client is facing life in prison. It is in the court's best interest to allow him a vigorous defense to prevent lengthy appeals down the road."
    Ceparullo looked at the sleeping defendant and said, "Apparently we've been keeping Mr. Marvin awake with all this legal nonsense while his fate is being decided."
    "I wasn't sleep," Marvin muttered with his eyes still closed. "I'm just conserving my energy in case I need it."
    Ceparullo glanced at Marvin's handcuffs, making sure they were still secured and said, "One can only imagine for what, young man, but just remember one thing. There's more under this bench than a pair of old man's legs and I win every turkey shoot at my gun club, even when they don't let me. Court is dismissed."
    Two sheriff's deputies moved in to pick Marvin up off the chair and Davidson stopped them, waving his hands to back them off, saying, "Hey, hey, whoa! Guys, can I meet with my client real quick before you whisk him off back to prison? I'm in the middle of a murder case here! It's a little bit more important than making sure he gets back in time for his peanut butter sandwich and applesauce."
    They let him escort Marvin to the interview room adjacent to the