Act IV: Justice

"Are you mad?" screamed Matthews, a mentor of his (and incedentaly the prosecutor for the trial) "Defending Barker, on your first case? You will be finished, my boy. Finished!"

"I have substantial proof that I can win this case."

"But the man confessed."

"I was hoping we could forget that… and come to an understanding."

"Not this time, maybe when the victim is a little more destitute."

"Crawford has no money to speak of." Matthews paused.

"He has a townhouse, and a nice estate somewhere in…"

"All confiscated." Matthews grimaced, but then his face fell.

"How much?"