Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

45 | White Knight

Chris's POV

I sat at the table, waiting for the judge to take his seat. 

I know I won't win this case, but I managed to guarantee that I'd get the shortest possible sentence. 

I'd managed to get a few minutes with Andy as well. He told me that they had a possible lead on Oli, and that he has sent Spencer, Danny, Maria and Remington to check it out. If he's the one that framed me, he'll fucking die. I know my lawyer had mentioned to the judge that there was reason to believe that I was being framed. He told me that the judge believed so too, as a lot of the evidence didn't add up. He said that he couldn't do anything and that the decision was up to the jury. He also said that if they could find evidence that I was in fact being framed, we could appeal the case and I would most likely go free. 

I don't really see how to could be anyone else framing me. Rumor has it, Oli wanted out. And in this life, the only way out is death. So it makes perfect sense for him to fake his own death. And I'm probably the easiest person to frame. I don't have an alibi that I can actually use for the night of the "murder". It's common knowledge now that I'd been kidnapped, and that I wasn't even in the area at that point. But there are only two people that could attest to the fact that I was really there, and one is dead. The other is high off his ass right now. He couldn't form a full sentence if he tried. 

I'm actually kinda pissed that Andy thought it would be a good idea to bring him here like that. I'm happy I got to talk to him for a few, but him being here is risky. This place is loaded with cops that are trained to spot people who are under the influence of drugs. I'm almost positive that at least one of them has figured it out at this point.

The judge came out and walked over to his seat. 

"All rise."

We all stood up while the judge sat down. I looked him in the eye as I took my seat again. 

He looked at me, but didn't acknowledge me otherwise.

This should be quick, since I technically already admitted to it.

"We're gathered here today regarding the case of Christopher Cerulli v. The State of Pennsylvania." He said. "Mr. Cerulli is being charged with the murder of one, Oliver Sykes, in the first degree. Would the prosecution please state your case."

The man at the other table stood up. "Your Honor, we have multiple pieces of incriminating evidence found at the crime scene, as well as a taped audio recording of Mr. Cerulli's confession to this murder. We have every reason to believe that Mr. Cerulli is in fact guilty of murder in the first degree."

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I've literally never been more bored in my life. The opening statements and the presentation of evidence, and all the shit is so fucking stupid. I glanced back at Ricky. He was leaning up against Andy's shoulder. He seemed to be coming down a little, thankfully. He seemed a little more focused. 

My lawyer stood up and I turned my attention back to him. 

I must've spaced out at some point because the detective was now at the witness stand and my lawyer had just stood up to cross examine him. 

"Mr. Smith, you were the detective in charge of my client's arrest, yes?"

"Yes. I was."

"Okay, good. And you were the one that recorded him confessing, is that correct?"

"Yes. I recorded him confessing to the murder."

"What murder?" My lawyer asked.

I know what he's doing. The recording isn't admissible. It can't be used.