Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt 3)

Rebuttal (n.):

Evidence introduced to counter, disprove or contradict the opposition's evidence or a presumption, or responsive legal argument.

Andrew

The fall season came and went, taking the changing leaves and amber sunsets with it. New interns filled the positions at GBH, new cases and clients packed the calendars, and as winter enveloped the city, one thing remained clear: Durham was only one step above the shit ladder when compared to New York City.

At least when it came to the winter, anyway.

This was the coldest winter the city had experienced, and since it was a Southern town, they were ill-prepared. The courtroom I was currently sitting in featured blankets lined against the windows instead of proper insulation, and there were space heaters jutting from every outlet.

There were few salt trucks available to control the icy streets, even fewer people who actually knew how to drive in such weather, and for whatever reason, there were no more suitable women available.

“Andrew?” Mr. Bach tapped my shoulder. “The prosecution is done with the witness…Are you going to redirect? That last line might have influenced the jury.”

“Permission to redirect, Your Honor.” I stood up from the table.

The judge nodded and I stared at the woman on the stand. She’d been lying through her teeth since this trial began and I’d had enough.

“Miss Everhart—” I cleared my throat. “I mean, Miss Everly, do you believe that leaving your husband in his time of need was what was best for your company?”

“Yes,” she said. “I told you that during our first meeting.”

“No.” I shook my head. “You told me that you loved him and that your sole reasoning for leaving him was because you thought he didn’t love you back. Is that not true?”

“It is, but—”

“So, because he didn’t say that he loved you on your terms, because he told you he was actually incapable of loving you that way, you decided to leave him. Didn’t you?”

“No…I left him because he was spending the company’s money on unnecessary things and cheating on me.”

“Did you ever think about his feelings?” I asked. “Did you think to simply ask if your leaving would affect him—whether you were on good terms or not?”

“He was…” She was breaking down. “He was cheating on me…”

“Was he? Or did you just want more than what he was willing to give you emotionally, Miss Everly?”

“Please stop…”

“Is it possible that you could be making all of this up?”

“No, never. I would never—”

“Is it possible that you’re a f**king liar?”

“Order! Order!” The judge banged her gavel and the jury gasped.

“Counsel, my chambers. NOW!”

I stared at the fake tears falling down Miss Everly’s face. This case was a wrap.

I walked into the judge’s chambers and shut the door. “Yes, Your Honor?”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“Excuse me?”

“You just called your own witness a f**king liar.”