Murder in the First
‘Tell me Mister Challiner,’ I looked into those eyes, those steel hard, blue eyes, set in that smiling face, the face that told me that she thought she had me right where she wanted me. ‘Tell me,’ She was making this a personal question not one for the Judge, not one for the jury, this was between myself and her. ‘On the night of the 23rd of August, where exactly were you?’ The she who was making life uncomfortable for me was my attorney Judith P. Slattery. The ‘P’ she would never admit, stood...