Chapter 25
Chapter 25
I was escorted back to the detention center, where we were shown to a private room. I had been handcuffed just before leaving the courtroom. The only times they came off were when I was in my cell or in court. The four of us sat at the table as the agonizing wait began and there was no way of knowing how long the jury would be in deliberation. Randall quietly reviewed my case file as my parents sat staring at the table. The only other thing Randall would do was to prepare an argument for my sentencing trial. Everyone was exhausted as time crawled to a near standstill.
"How long should this take?" my father asked.
Randall shook his head slightly.
"It could take an hour; it could a day," Randall answered. "But, we want them to take their time. The jury has to vote
