Scott didn’t respond immediately. He was either completely focused on the task of navigating away from the courthouse, or he was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even heard Duke’s offer.
“No. The evidence…the evidence was fine. Maybe the alibi wasn’t airtight, but it was still solid enough. Maybe it was the jury?” Scott slammed his hand against the steering wheel with obvious frustration. “I thought I had a good one seated, but maybe I should have taken more time with the selection. Or maybe this one was fixed, too.”
“You can’t go around assuming everything’s fixed.”
“What do you think? It’s possible to be only a little bit corrupt?” Scott dug through his pocket, then pulled out a recorder nearly identical to the one he had already given Duke. “Listen to this and tell me I don
