Chapter 8

Myles POV

“No physical evidence places my client at the scene at the time of death,” the defense said as his voice quivered just a little as he clutched at his final straw. “And while tragic, this does not meet the standard of guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.”

There was a pause, and then the judge nodded curtly.

“Mr. Voss.” She said.

I rose, and the courtroom hushed at once.

I took every step to the center deliberately and measured as the Ice King. That’s what they called me on court blogs anyway. Not for the suits or the stare, but because I didn’t flinch when I drew blood.

I turned toward the jury.

“Do you know what Julian Marks did after he slammed Jennifer Caldwell’s skull into the granite kitchen island?” I asked.

I let the words hang for a while before continuing.

“He poured himself a drink.”

I didn’t gesture and I didn’t pace. I didn’t need to because I spoke like the truth was already carved in stone, and I w