The little girl hadn’t spoken since the night her mother was found on the kitchen floor! Then the court dog lowered his head-and she whispered one sentence toward the defense table…

posture of a man who billed in six-minute increments and made court clerks nervous. His silver pen sat parallel to his legal pad. His navy suit fit perfectly. His dark hair was swept back from his forehead, not a strand out of place, and his burgundy tie was knotted with clean, expensive precision. He had built his career on making witnesses doubt continue reading …