(Vaughn)
The meeting with Gerald had been two days ago but I was still turning everything he said over in my head.
He had sat across from me at Ashley's kitchen table with his briefcase open and his coffee going cold and laid it all out without softening anything. The traffic cameras. The cell tower data. He said the prosecution had built a case that did not need to be perfect to convince a jury. It just needed to be convincing enough.
And it was.
He had gone over my testimony for almost two hours. What to say. What not to say. How to sit. How to look at the jury when I answered. He kept coming back to the same thing. No anger. No bitterness. A man who was in the wrong place. Not a man with a reason to hurt anyone.
I had nodded and said the right things and walked him to the door when
