The neighbors had called the police when they'd heard gunshots coming from the house. When the officers arrived, he was already gone. His husband sat next to him, holding his hand.
Shirley had expected the call for weeks now. But when she got there, she was heartbroken. This wasn't what she'd imagined to find.
She defended him of course, it wasn't his fault after all. He'd never lost in a courtroom and he didn't break with this record in his last trial.
But Shirley knew that his greatest defeat wasn't in the courtroom.
And sometimes Denny knew it, too.