‘One is whether or not the police can provide the prosecuting attorney with enough evidence to convince a jury beyond a reasonable doubt that you di... it…’ He paused. ‘…the second is whether or not I can convince one juror that there is a reasonable doubt that you didn’t. It doesn’t really matter whether you did it or not.’ ‘Oh,’ Ben said. ‘I take it you spoke to the police before I got here,’ Will said. Ben nodded. ‘I…I did,’ he said. ‘I couldn’t believe this was happening, so I didn’t think I. Actually, Teresa was not supposed to go to parties where there were older boys and drinking. However, Mark would cover for her with their parents. On one particular night, some of the teens got to doing shots on a dare. Teresa had never drunk hard liquor, much less done whisky shots. Normally she was very mindful on how much alcohol she consumed at a party, one or two beers at the most, but some of her friends egged her on that night. As a result, Teresa got extremely intoxicated. She found her. I had followed her career for years. In fact, I knew of the show she was doing, though not that she had a part. Helen had arranged for tickets Saturday night.I checked the time, then rechecked. I was only 2:47 PM. I had snubbed Chuck Blanding, learned a gyro joint, hired Sheila to play Cynthia, turned her loose in the middle of my biggest headache, waited an hour for any word and sent the doctors out to triage the wounded. All that ought to have taken longer than three hours, but apparently. "Do you really think I'm attractive?" she wondered, rubbing her breasts.I shot her a dirty look for five seconds. "Goodbye forever, Miranda," I stated, forcing the door open.I left and stomped out into the hallway. "Mother fucker, she really takes the cake. Oh, wait a minute, she is an anorexic harlot that won't touch a cake," I griped, before I made it to the end of the hall."Wait, Hannah! I was trying to tell you something!" You can't be serious," I groaned through my teeth, prior to turning.