Bryant's mouth dropped."I know you don't want to hear this but we're going to have a hard time selling first-degree murder with special circumstances,... she said. "We can't prove the sexual assault happened when she was alive. Even the doctor who performed the autopsy can't say for certain. Without the sexual assault, he could argue 'heat of passion.' We only have his co-conspirator's word that it was pre-meditated." Then we use elimination of a witness as the motive," Bryant shot back. He had. I was nervous because tonight was my first ever date. Ihad decided to go casual; I was wearing a blue strapless sundress whichhad little daises on it. I also wore white open toed sandals, my fingerand toenails were painted blue to match my dress. My makeup was simplebut cute and my blonde wavy hair fell down past my shoulders. As Ichecked my makeup in my mirror one last time. I heard the doorbell ring."James! Emily's here!" My mom shouted up. "Okay! Be down in a sec" Ireplied, the butterflies. I felt like I was being watched by something evil, nonhuman, lurking in the shadows, as I always did in the great hall. There was something here far more dangerous than the asshole who had kidnapped me. This was something much more terrifying. I could feel its malevolent gaze on my skin, making my flesh crawl.I heard the rustling again. That was not the wind. Something was moving between the machines. It wasn’t that far away from me, maybe ten meters. I stared into the darkness, trying so see. The lady who was babysitting said "Youshould not be using the ladies' room. What about the children?"Ruth let out a sigh to show her exasperation about this situation. Allshe wanted to do was to get rid of feeling a little uncomfortable and nowshe had to deal with something even more uncomfortable, getting in aconversation with an ignorant person who should be minding their ownbusiness. As Ruth walked passed the lady, who was sticking her nosewhere it did not belong, she asked, "What about the.