Chapter 13

The prosecution rested and court had been adjourned for the day. Catherine had returned to her office. Court was going to reconvene on Tuesday and all she had was about eight character witnesses and that was it. Nothing concrete to prove Cameron’s innocence.

“The burden of proof is on the state,” her old law professor had said when she was in school.

In reality, the real burden was on the defense to supply doubts as to why the defendant was not guilty. In the real world, people believed the worse than expecting and acknowledging the best.

Catherine sighed heavily. What am I going to do? I can’t let him down. He’s innocent. I know he is.

Catherine’s cell rang. The caller ID said it was Ava Bartholomew.

“Hello, Ava. It’s not a good time. Can I call you tomorrow? We can have lunch.”

“Um, Catherine this is . . . important. Remember when I first came to your condo, and you said you had thought I had first c