Open Opportunities

Chapter XI

MORRIS

"Objection your honor! The prosecutor's statement is invalid. If my client has proof that he was in fact in the state of California for his grandmother's funeral on the night of July 2, 2014, how would he be able to be in two places at once, being that  Claudia Jones went missing, on the day of July 2, 2014? We've obtained pictures that have the date printed at the bottom, indicating that he was still in California the day Ms. Jones went missing. We also have plane tickets for his flight to California. We bring Officer Caspian to the stand as a witness."

"Please state your testimony, Mr. Caspian." The judge said with an unemotional look on his face.

"Well my team found a weapon on the scene and it had Mr. Jackson's fingerprints on it. We also took samples of blood from both Mr. Gorgelli and Mr. Jackson and Mr. Jackson's blood matched the blood found on the steering wheel of Ms. Jones' car."

"Thank you for your testimony, is there anything either party wants to say?"

"No your honor."

"No your honor."

"Very well, the court is in recess while the jury deliberates." He banged the gavel and the jury filed out of the room.

"I think the case we've built is solid. You are walking away a free man buddy." I said confidently shaking hands with my client. He would be walking away a free man I was sure of it, but sadly his wife’s life was taken by a ruthless killer. That's why I made it my mission to put that scumbag behind bars.

Four hours later...

"Court is in session." The judge's voice boomed through the courtroom with authority. Everyone scrambled in place awaiting the verdict.

"We the jury find the plaintiff...Not guilty in the death of Claudia Jones." I wanted to jump for joy, but we had to wait to see the sentence for the other bastard.

"We the jury find the defendant guilty in the death of Claudia Jones. You are charged with two counts of premeditated k********g. One count of first-degree murder. You will be sentenced to two consecutive life sentences with no chance of parole."

He banged the gavel and everyone exited the courtroom.

"Thanks, man! You really saved my life."

"You're welcome man sorry for your loss." I said patting his back.

"It'll get easier with time I suppose." He said with a disconsolate look on his face. We talked a little more before going our separate ways.

BRIA

"We won the case baby!" Morris walked into my office and effortlessly grabbing me out of my chair and spinning me around. That s**t was sexy ass hell to me, being that I am plus size and he lifted me like I weighed nothing.

"That's great honey, it's really sad what happened to that woman."

"I know, we can't bring her back, we can at least bring her justice."

"Yeah, babe did you eat anything because you were in the courthouse at lunchtime."

"I had a snack because I didn't want anything too heavy that'll have me walking around and feeling sluggish, but I'm hungry as f**k right now."

"Well go eat, I still have records to file."

"Come eat with me Bri, I haven't seen you all day." He said pecking my lips.

"I know but I'm not hungry and I really need to get this done." He sighed finally giving up.

"Okay, I'll bring you something back gimme kiss." I pulled him down to my level and gave him a passionate french kiss. He groaned into the kiss grabbing my ass. I slapped his hands away.

"Morris we're at work." I warned.

"So what girl I'm the boss, the hell they gon' say to me?"

"I know but that's unprofessional."

"Yeah, yeah give me another kiss." I pecked his lips twice. He tried to deepen it, but I wasn't going there with him again.

"See you later baby I love you." He smiled walking out the door.

"I love you too."

He left and I got to work. Thirty minutes later I finished the files and was sorting out all of the unfinished cases.

"Boss, there's a young woman here for you." I scrunched up my nose, who the hell is she.

"Rach Morris isn't here, but check her and send her up."

"Ok boo."

About ten minutes later a beautiful brown skin woman came strutting into Morris' office like she owned the damn place.

"Who are you?" I asked politely trying to read this sketchy chick.

"I'm Morris' baby momma who the hell are you." I stood there shocked..

AWW HELL NAH!