"Objection, my lord! What do you mean? We were told there was a murder weapon—don't tell me my client is in cuffs simply because her prints were found on the victim's hair which everyone knows is the most common place people touch?" Jane blurted out, shooting to her feet in disbelief.
First, she was taken aback by the prosecutor whom she didn't recognize him.
She knew most prosecutors, but this one didn't ring a bell at all.
Charlotte Hastings' family were also yet to find out Kelsie was the suspect behind their daughter's demise, so they couldn't have hired him.
Did that mean the state brought someone in from the outside?
As she pondered this, the judge nodded to her objection.
"Objection sustained. What do you have to say to that, prosecutor?"
The prosecutor's cheek stretched into a sly smile, his chin lifting slightly as he turned to peer at Kelsie and Jane.
"The defendant had a misunderstanding with the late Ms. Hastings over an issue involving her daughter."
