“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my name is Jill Baker.” I adjust my blazer as I stand up and walk towards the jury box.“And I am the lawyer for the accused,” I look back and point to my client sitting on the right side of the courtroom. He looks at me with a sorrowful stare, and I give him a reassuring nod as I begin my opening statement.“The case before us is an unsettling and disturbing one and a tragic reminder that a night of intimacy can sometimes turn into something scary. My client has been accused of murdering Cassidy Jones. A woman whose future was so bright but was cut short due to her murder. Someone killed her but it wasn't my client.”“But as we begin, I'd like to urge every one of you, the jurors, to dismiss anything you've heard in the media or anything you'll hear about this case, or my client during this trial. This trial is about nothing but the truth, and the truth will be revealed.” “Now, during this trial I will prove beyond a reasonable doubt that my clie

I've been here for two days now. I haven't been allowed a phone call, appointed a lawyer, or allowed any visitors.Just me in a jail cell. It's quiet—too quiet. All I can hear is the air conditioner cooling.After the detectives questioned me, an officer brought me to a cell and locked me in there ever since.The first night here was hard. I had to sleep on the iron bench, and my back hurts.I couldn't sleep. I could only replay my interview with the detectives and think of Cassidy.The letters from the photo are burned into my mind. They are all I can think about.I've been questioned again, but this time, it was just Detective Dan. He was much calmer this time and asked if he could get me anything.Dan is a lot younger than Nathan; you could tell by the way he dressed and styled his hair.He was a white man with blue eyes and a mustache, not as tall as Nathan, but he was just as muscular.He asked me for the truth, and I told him, but he said he couldn't help me if I didn't tell him

It's 10 o'clock when I reach Jill's law firm; her assistant takes me to her office. It's a corner office with white chairs and a glass table, with various awards and certificates on the wall.“Mr Salazar, good morning,” she greets I turn and face her. She's wearing a tailored black suit, her hair packed into a tight, low bun, not a strand out of place.She radiated confidence and power. She took a seat on her couch and gestured for me to sit on the other side. She cleared her throat.“Okay, I want you to know that if I'm going to be your lawyer, you're going to have to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth; don't leave anything out,” “That's the only way I can help you,” she added. “And as your lawyer, anything you tell me is confidential; you can trust me,” she reassures. “So you'll be my lawyer then?”"Yes, I will. I'm in. You came to the right person.” she vouched “This is what I do; this is why I have a $100,000 retainer.”“I take the cases no one wil

The media camped outside my building keeps getting worse every day but I can't just sit inside and do nothing.So our motion to dismiss was denied, so now it's becoming quite clear I can go to prison for this crime even though I didn't do it.I'm going to go see Cassidy's husband to see if he can tell me anything about Cassidy.I check my phone for any new messages before I put on my shades and make my way to the train station.I remember Cassidy showing me pictures of her house, but she told me I could never show up at her house, but I'm here and I need answers.It's a pretty big house that gives off a modern, chic vibe. It's probably Cassidy who decorated it. I press the doorbell, and after what seems like a minute.A middle-aged woman dressed in a maid's uniform comes to open the door. I take off my glasses, giving her a small smile, and she returns it.“I'm looking for Daniel. Is he in?” I asked her “Mr.Jones isn't receiving visitors at the moment, but I'll let him know that you

I knocked on the door and waited a while, then I knocked again.“I'm coming, hold on.” She opens the door, her face screwed up. I've been here about three or four times I can't remember. Before Cassidy and I started staying at hotels, she and I used to come here. She always loved Jeanine’s apartment, which was so luxurious, she always said."Oh!” she exclaimed.She's dressed in a short denim dress, and a charming brown coat, and her long brown hair is free. She’s not wearing any shoes. I can't tell if she's on her way out or she just came back."Manuel, come in," she cheered.Taking a step back to make room for me to enter"Oh, darling, I heard what happened. I'm so sorry.”She hugs me, but I don't hug her back, my hands still in my pocket. I wonder if the apology is for the death of Cassidy or the fact I'm being charged with her murder."Thanks, Jeannie, but I have a few questions to ask.”She looks at me with a glazed look before she rolls her eyes."Fine, you have 10 minutes. I h