Chapter 114

Sean

"A juror was tweeting during selection? Are you fucking kidding me? Which one?"

"Juror number four," Tristan answered.

"Damn it."

Good God, this case was driving me insane.

"Who s replacing juror number four?"

They just looked around at each other before dashing for their notes. How the hell could I win a case with these idiots?!

"Who s replacing juror number four?" I yelled.

"Deborah Padovano," Nora said, as she walked in holding two trays of coffee.

"You, get up and take the coffee," I pointed at one of my associates, and then to her, "You, sit down and talk, since no one else here seems to know a goddamn thing."

They switched, and she rushed to the seat, grabbing one file from the stack in front us, and handed it to me.

"

Deborah Padovano, age 72, her husband died six years ago of a heart attack and she never remarried, nor has any kids," she recited off the top of her head.