Braun looked at the woman in front of him. It was far from his first time visiting her. He had been there many times. He wasn't sure if her hair would be considered dark blonde or light brown. Maybe both since it seemed to have different shades. It had formed into natural dreadlocks after not brushing it in all the time she had been in there.
Juliana Little, convicted for taking the lives of two men. The twins Jimmy and Jey Uso. She had gotten a life sentence and would never see freedom again. Not unless Braun did something about it which was why he kept coming there. He was working for the innocence project.
Something about her case had stood out to him from the beginning. At least that was what he told people when they asked. Really it was her standing out. Despite being locked up, there was always a small hint of hope in her cornflower blue eyes. A hope that seemed to burn brighter everytime he came to visit.
She claimed her innocence from day one. Of course they all did but he believed her. She didn't lash out in anger or tell crazy stories like some of them did trying to convince him. She seemed real. He knew he was biased and probably shouldn't be working her case anymore because he had fallen for her a long time ago. Something he knew that she had picked up on although she hadn't called him out on it yet. He could just tell that she knew, and he felt like she was struggling with the same feelings towards him as well.
"We need something. Like a smoking gun. I know I've asked you this many times but is there anything else you can think of?" He asked.
"The blood," she answered.
"The blood? Yours or theirs?" He asked.
"My blood on the sink in the bathroom. I read up on that part last week because I couldn't figure it out. The first report doesn't say anything about finding my blood there or anywhere else for that matter. Isn't it funny how they didn't find the blood until after I gave them my blood for a DNA test?" She asked.
His eyes lit up. She had caught something that everyone else had missed. He needed to look into the very first report from the crime scene again. If she was right about this, they might be able to finally get another trial and get her out. He reached across the table and took both her hands.
"You're a smart woman, Juliana," he said. "I'll look into it as soon as I get home. If you're right about this, our lawyer is gonna bring hell down on them. We recently got one of the best lawyers out there to work for us. Paul Heyman. If there's the smallest chance, he'll get you out. I promise."
She smiled at him. He loved that smile. She always made sure to give him at least one everytime he came to visit.
"Do you have a desk at home?" She asked.
That was an odd question he hadn't been expecting. He nodded his answer.
"Describe it to me," she said.
"It's made of cherry tree. It's like 15 or maybe 20 years old. I used to have my computer on it until I caught up with time and bought a laptop. Now it's just there in my spare room. Sometimes I place some paperwork on it until I get them sorted out," he said.
She ran her tongue over her teeth and grinned at him.
"I'd love for you to slam me down on it and eat me out until I scream," she said.
He tightened his grip on her hands. Not because he wanted to hurt her but because that statement came from out of the blue and just made him react. She didn't complain though. She kept eye contact with him to let him know she meant it. The door opened and prison officer Tamina stepped inside.
"Time's up," Tamina said.
"I'll get you out," Braun said. "I promise I'll get you out, and I'm taking you home to see my desk up close."
Braun winked at Juliana. She grinned again. He left go of her hands and stood up to leave. He meant what he had said. He was gonna get her out and take her home. She was innocent. He knew it. Her blood had been planted on the crime scene because the cops were too lazy to do their job, and for some reason they had been convinced she was the one killing the twins.