The conversation with the appointed lawyer

When Pastor Ganvis entered the room, he stared at the gentleman sitting at the table. He had on a dark blue suit, matching his tie and shirt. His hair was dirty brown with highlights, reddish skin color, and a pair of reading glasses dangled off the tip of his squared nose.

He stood up and extended his hand. "Good morning, Thaddeus Ganvis. My name is Ricdonald Longley, and I'm your court-appointed lawyer. Please have a seat. I've looked over your case, and it's a cut and dry case." He flipped one page of the document. "It seems that your prints were found on the body and ..." He paused at a paragraph on the document, glanced up, and placed a recorder down on the table. "Your plea is guilty, right? Of course, it is. If you'd lean forward and speak directly into the recorder on the table, I'll be on my merry way. I'll make it easy and tell you exactly what you need to say."

Pastor Ganvis slid the recorder away from him. "I never said I was guilty. Who told you that I'd plead guilty? I haven't committed any crime. I thought you were supposed to be here representing me?"

"I am representing you." He read a few paragraphs on the documents. "It says your prints were found on the body. That sounds guilty to me." He closed the folder and touched his chest. "I'm not here to judge. Whatever you did with..." He took a quick scan at the document. "Tina Crenshaw is your business. Maybe she forced you to commit murder. I don't know and I'm not here to determine why you killed her."

"I'm innocent! My wife can vouch for my whereabouts. I was at home in bed when the police pounded on my door." Ricdonald sat back and crossed his arms. "That doesn't mean that you didn't kill her. You could've killed her earlier that day."