It all came down to luck. One might have assumed that it had everything to do with the law, but that one would have been wrong. The law had nothing to do with anything, other than the fact that it had been broken. Everything else was up to fate.
Ron Carver was not and never had been one to believe too much in fate. It had taken time for him to learn that things weren't always in black and white. That there were shades of grey in between. Innocent until proven guilty was something he lived by…it was his job to prove guilt, but the other side's job to prove innocence.
It was why he found himself nervously placing outside the courthouse, waiting for the jury to come back with a verdict. They'd been out for a few days already, and what that usually meant was that the defense would end up lucky. Even so, he still couldn't help but hope that that was the case.
So when someone came to tell him that the jury had come in, he walked back inside, and took his place on the prosecution side. The jury filed in, along with the judge, and the verdict was read. Guilty on all counts. The look of stunned disbelief on the defendant's face was all he needed to feel satisfied.
After all, no one got away with breaking the law. Luck might have kept this man out of prison before, but luck had changed. And it was exactly what had put him in this time around.