Calvin Ashworth was arrested on a Friday morning, three weeks into the trial. He was taken into custody at his office, in front of his employees. The news cameras were there. The reporters were there. The whole city watched as he was led out in handcuffs.
I watched from my apartment, sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. I had been avoiding the news for weeks. But I wanted to see this. I wanted to see him fall.
He looked smaller on television. His suit was rumpled. His hair was messy. He looked like a man who had run out of options.
I didn't feel triumphant. I didn't feel anything. Just a kind of quiet satisfaction that made me feel hollow.
The trial continued without him. His lawyers tried to argue that the evidence from the storage unit was obtained illegally. The judge disagreed.
