9
PROOF
“Look, I’m telling you exactly what I think. Your boy is guilty. Guilty as sin and he’s going to the electric chair for it. Once I present the prosecution’s case against him he’s as good as convicted. So get over it, you two. It’s over. Open and shut.”
And with those words, Assistant District Attorney Victor Koffsky turned, walked into a waiting elevator filled with irritable looking court house denizens of the bureaucracy, and disappeared from view, leaving us standing in the middle of the busy hallway with hands in our pockets and sour looks on our faces.
He was tall. Well dressed. Looked like an aging athlete who still kept himself in shape. Photogenic. With a perfect set of teeth as white as fine porcelain when he smiled.
I couldn’t stand the sycophantic little asshole.
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