Scott
There's a new bottle of Scotch on my table, and I pour a glass. I can't stop thinking about the trial. It is not going as I expected, nor how my father and his team of lawyers expected. I know that they are trying to suppress some evidence, but I have no idea what it is. I only know they are very angry and that they are determined to stop whatever they are planning. But I can't stop thinking of the contradictions.
There is no doubt in my mind of what happened, I have seen that in my nightmares enough times to be sure of what I saw, but, something else is going on.
"You shouldn't drink so much, or at least, don't drink alone," Sharon says as she walks into my study. "I wanted to check on you, this trial must be so hard for you."
"It is. Thank you for coming, you didn't have to."
