Well, I have to say that I am finally feeling cautiously optimistic about the way things are heading. I definitely think the prosecution carried the day today, unlike the first few days. No more Mr. QT Niceguy in his studious looking eyeglasses and crisp oxford shirt sitting up straight and alert to sway jurors. Today it was in your face, large screen TV Quentin the real, slouching and digging himself ever deeper with the help of a team of skillful and relentless interrogators.
Suddenly the importance of the "Eric/Derrick" dying declaration inconsistency the defense has dwelled on seems minor, even explainable. Jessica's painful injuries had drastically modified her ability to speak, with shrinking collagin and damaged tissue in her nose, mouth, and throat making her words sound differently. Had she somehow sounded like she was saying Rumplestiltskin, those around her would have all heard the same unintended sounds from her broken communication system. The little cheerleader who knew how to belt it out, and gut it out, tried her best.
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Best,
Inspector Clouseau
