I think he knows what he’s talking about.” Audrey paced in front of the judge’s bench, pointing to the man on the witness stand. “Objection overruled. I don’t think we need to debate the experience of this witness, Mr. Shipley, so sit down.” Judge Shanks paused to take a sip of what had to be room-temp coffee by now. He might look tired, but there was no mistaking the pinpoint reprimand in his eyes. “But watch the sarcasm, Miss Kline.” Audrey thanked him with a deferential nod and turned her attention back to the forensic scientist with a scarred face, a blind eye and glasses, who’d remained completely cool and unflustered by Cade Shipley’s groundless attack on his skills and the way he ran his office. “Mr. Taylor, back to my previous question. You found no trace of GPR—gun powder residue—on the clothes the defendant, Mr. Smith, was wearing when he was arrested.” “None.” She ignored Cade Shipley’s snicker. Did he really think she was foolish enough to pursue this line of questioning if she thought it would prove his client’s innocence?
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