"Next," Lucia loudly called, and the guards brought forward a man accused of theft and murdering the local sheriff, the vendor he'd stolen from, the vendor's son, and the daughter of the dead sheriff.
Lucia pulled out the notes from his folder, noting the crime had happened. Lucia glanced up at the man, quietly assessing his trembling, his downcast, red-rimmed eyes, and the way he hunched in on himself. "Proceed."
When the bailiff had finished recounting the case, Lucia said, "I'm still not clear on why this man killed the local sheriff. There is a distinct lack of explanation there." He looked at the thief, who stared back, expression warring between resignation and hope. Taking a sip of tea, Lucia said "Tell me what happened."
The man stared at her in shock and started crying as he
