She’d believed me, but no one else had-how could that bode well for the future? If she hadn’t been able to convince my peers of my innocence the first time around, what chance would she have on appeal? The Carmichaels controlled too much. We’ll get the verdict overturned,” Maridelle whispered in my ear as the bailiff fastened the restraints. He didn’t look at me, either, but a smug smile rested on his face.Įlectrocuffs in hand, a bailiff headed toward me. My gaze shot to the prosecution table where People’s Attorney Gil Aaronson, a crony of the Carmichael family-although I couldn’t prove it-stowed his CompuBrief in its case. I wasn’t aware of leaping to my feet, but Maridelle caught my arm. “We, the members of the jury, find the defendant, Starr Elizabeth Conner, guilty of second-degree murder.” “We have, your honor,” the foreman replied. “Have you reached a verdict?” the judge asked. My attorney, Maridelle, covered my hand and squeezed. The jurors avoided my eyes, and hope drained out, leaving me sick inside. I kept my face expressionless as advised by counsel and clenched my hands in my lap. The space over the empty juror box shimmered, and then a real-time hologram of the jurors materialized.
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