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dear. Daddy didn't tell you?" His laughter echoed in the small room.
"Tell me what?"
"I guess there is a lot Daddy dearest wouldn't want his baby girl to know." Blake laughed
Annoyed, Cressida struggled to maintain her cool as she realized her father had lied to her. What else had he lied about? she wondered. "As your attorney, I need you to be completely honest with me." Cressida stared into Blake’s eyes with all the intensity she could muster. "Is it true? Did you in fact commit these crimes?"
Blake leaned back in his chair with a smug smirk on his face. He stared back at Cressida. His body language said it all. Blake Carter was as guilty as sin. He then leaned forward, resting his shackled hands on the cold metal table. "I remember a scared little girl... and, a very protective mother," he growled.
A vision of that night made its way to Cressida’s mind with startling speed. She could hear her mother’s screams and see her as she fought off the attacker who had broken into their home.
She knew this vile man sitting before her was the attacker, no matter how many times her father tried to convince her otherwise. Cressida took a deep breath and a firm control of her nerves. She needed to get this interview over with. "Is that a yes or a no?" she asked, looking at her watch.
"Somewhere you need to be?" Blake asked with a slow sly smile.
"Answer the question!" Cressida yelled, losing her temper.
"Mmm, feisty. Okay, little lady. These charges are bull,” he said in a calm voice that promised of a violent storm to come. “They’re just trying to pin cold cases on me. Not one of them can prove that I did any of these!" Losing his temper, he shouted out his last words, accentuating them with a firm pounding of his fists on the metal table.
"So original." Unimpressed, Cressida chuckled and glanced at her manicure.
"I'm telling the truth," Blake yelled.
"Sir, the forensic team found DNA on each and every one of the victims." Cressida pulled out the forensic reports and held it up to him.
"It ain't mine. It ain't mine. When that test comes back, you will see. Those stupid bastards don't know what the hell they’re doing. They’re just trying to pin cases on me so they can just close the book. Meanwhile the real killer is out there."
Cressida took a closer look at his case file. The DNA results had not come back yet. She was convinced this would be an easy case, the only obstacle being Blake claiming insanity. Apparently he was many things, but not insane. Cressida flipped through the case files, quickly scanning through the paragraphs of police statements.
"You were convinced that I’ve done it, uh? Open closed case, you thought." Blake laughed. "Now you're confused, right?"
"I don't understand how you can find any of this funny, Mr. Carter. You are looking at some very serious charges. If you are found guilty, you will get a death sentence and we all know not all dogs go to heaven," Cressida retorted.
"Roof, roof." Blake laughed. "See everyone is so convinced they got the right man, when the results come back... I will be a free man." He continued with his grating laugh.
Cressida shuddered to think he would be let out in the world, but he was right about the tests. If they came back and his DNA didn’t match what had been found at the crime scenes, they would have to let him go. Cressida knew he had committed those crimes and couldn’t shake the sense of wrong that accompanied the thought of Blake Carter going free. Surely there was something she was missing. There had to be something else that would help send him away for life.
No matter how it bothered her, she forced herself to accept the role she had in this case. She was on the defendant’s side of the fence with this case, not the prosecutor’s. At that very moment, she would have given her career to be on the prosecutor’s side, working diligently to
"Tell me what?"
"I guess there is a lot Daddy dearest wouldn't want his baby girl to know." Blake laughed
Annoyed, Cressida struggled to maintain her cool as she realized her father had lied to her. What else had he lied about? she wondered. "As your attorney, I need you to be completely honest with me." Cressida stared into Blake’s eyes with all the intensity she could muster. "Is it true? Did you in fact commit these crimes?"
Blake leaned back in his chair with a smug smirk on his face. He stared back at Cressida. His body language said it all. Blake Carter was as guilty as sin. He then leaned forward, resting his shackled hands on the cold metal table. "I remember a scared little girl... and, a very protective mother," he growled.
A vision of that night made its way to Cressida’s mind with startling speed. She could hear her mother’s screams and see her as she fought off the attacker who had broken into their home.
She knew this vile man sitting before her was the attacker, no matter how many times her father tried to convince her otherwise. Cressida took a deep breath and a firm control of her nerves. She needed to get this interview over with. "Is that a yes or a no?" she asked, looking at her watch.
"Somewhere you need to be?" Blake asked with a slow sly smile.
"Answer the question!" Cressida yelled, losing her temper.
"Mmm, feisty. Okay, little lady. These charges are bull,” he said in a calm voice that promised of a violent storm to come. “They’re just trying to pin cold cases on me. Not one of them can prove that I did any of these!" Losing his temper, he shouted out his last words, accentuating them with a firm pounding of his fists on the metal table.
"So original." Unimpressed, Cressida chuckled and glanced at her manicure.
"I'm telling the truth," Blake yelled.
"Sir, the forensic team found DNA on each and every one of the victims." Cressida pulled out the forensic reports and held it up to him.
"It ain't mine. It ain't mine. When that test comes back, you will see. Those stupid bastards don't know what the hell they’re doing. They’re just trying to pin cases on me so they can just close the book. Meanwhile the real killer is out there."
Cressida took a closer look at his case file. The DNA results had not come back yet. She was convinced this would be an easy case, the only obstacle being Blake claiming insanity. Apparently he was many things, but not insane. Cressida flipped through the case files, quickly scanning through the paragraphs of police statements.
"You were convinced that I’ve done it, uh? Open closed case, you thought." Blake laughed. "Now you're confused, right?"
"I don't understand how you can find any of this funny, Mr. Carter. You are looking at some very serious charges. If you are found guilty, you will get a death sentence and we all know not all dogs go to heaven," Cressida retorted.
"Roof, roof." Blake laughed. "See everyone is so convinced they got the right man, when the results come back... I will be a free man." He continued with his grating laugh.
Cressida shuddered to think he would be let out in the world, but he was right about the tests. If they came back and his DNA didn’t match what had been found at the crime scenes, they would have to let him go. Cressida knew he had committed those crimes and couldn’t shake the sense of wrong that accompanied the thought of Blake Carter going free. Surely there was something she was missing. There had to be something else that would help send him away for life.
No matter how it bothered her, she forced herself to accept the role she had in this case. She was on the defendant’s side of the fence with this case, not the prosecutor’s. At that very moment, she would have given her career to be on the prosecutor’s side, working diligently to
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