Chapter 8

Two days had passed and the ER was a buzz with the news that the police had arrested Carter on suspicion of attempted murder. They had firm belief that he was the one that had stabbed Abby and no one in the ER wanted to think that he was the one that had done it, but the evidence against Carter was stacking up left and right.

Upon searching the apartment the police had found the bloody knife that they believed was the murder weapon and Carter's prints were on that knife. Carter hadn't talked to anyone from County and wasn't even allowed to know how Abby was doing. He was in shock about all of this and he could tell that even his attorney that Carter was paying to defend him was having some serious doubts about his client's innocence.

"John," Devlin Marcus said looking at him, "things are looking good right now the prosecutors evidence is mounting and I won't lie to you chances are if this goes to court the odds of getting you off are getting slimmer by the minute. Isn't there anyone who knew you were home at the time?"

"I did not stab my girlfriend!" Carter said. This man was unbelievable. Carter was paying him to defend him and he was telling him that it wasn't looking good, "how many people do you tell when you go home from work that you are going to bed?"

"John I don't know what to tell you, you know what I know." Devlin said to him, "they found the knife that they believe was the weapon in your apartment with your finger prints over it, how do you explain that?"

Carter just looked at him, he had no idea how to explain it and well prison right now was not doing much for him. He spent most of his time in fear of something horrible happening to him. He had hoped that his attorney would have been able to get him bail but they judge because of his status in the community considered him a flight risk.

"All I can say is that you need to come up with someone, anyone who can vouch for where you were at that time or you are in some serious trouble." His lawyer said to him.

Carter didn't know what to think now; he was going to be sentenced for something that he didn't do. "Haven't they talked to Abby?"

"She has no recollection of the stabbing." He said, "she knows she was stabbed but she can't say who did or didn't do it."

"I am telling you I didn't do it." He said still defending that he hadn't done it, he really didn't do it.

"We are going to need more than your word as a defense. I believe that you believe you didn't do it, but it is your word against an ever piling mountain of evidence." He looked down, "you might want to consider a plea bargain."

"What?" Carter said looking at him, "a plea bargain, but I'm innocent."

"It's not going to look that way to a judge or a jury and I am sure that we can come to a lesser sentence with the prosecutor if you plea." His attorney was being straight forward with him right now.

"Is there nothing else that we can do?" Carter hated the thought of being sentenced for Abby's attack, he hadn't done it, but they were running out of options to put forward in his defense and Carter knew it. Abby would never want to see him again after this, and he couldn't blame her, he didn't want to be him right now.

"I'll talk to the prosecutor and see what she is willing to put onto the table as an offer and get back to you as soon as I have it." Devlin said to him, "unless you come up with something in the next 24 hours I am afraid it might be our only option unless you want to take your chances in front of a jury?"

Carter hung his head down now knowing that this was the way that it was going to go. With the evidence that they had, his options were limited and it frustrated him that the person who had done this was going to go free and not pay for his crime, that Carter would be paying for it and he would lose everything that he had ever worked for.