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Unformatted text preview: ready. When the lawyers and spectators were in place, Judge Loopus told a bailiff, "Bring 'em in." "Guilty as hell," Baggy whispered to me as the door opened and Fargarson came limping out first. "Quick verdicts are always guilty." For the record, Baggy had predicted a hung jury, but I didn't remind him of that, not then anyway. The foreman handed a folded sheet of paper to the bailiff, who then gave it to the Judge. Loopus examined it for a long time, then leaned down close to his microphone. "Would the defendant please rise," he said. Both Padgitt and Lucien stood, slowly and awkwardly, as if the firing squad was taking aim. Judge Loopus read, "As to count one, the charge of rape, we the jury find the defendant, Danny Padgitt, guilty. As to count two, the charge of capital murder, we the jury find the defendant, Danny Padgitt, guilty." Lucien didn't flinch and Padgitt tried not to. He looked at the jurors with as much venom as he could convey, but he was getting more of it in return. "You may be seated," His Honor said, then turned to the jury. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your service so far. This completes the guilt-or-innocence phase of the trial. Now we move to the capital phase in which you will be asked to decide whether this defendant gets a death sentence or life in prison. You will now return to your hotel, and we will recess until nine in the morning. Thank you and good night." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html It was over so quickly that most of the spectators didn't move for a moment. They led Padgitt out, in handcuffs this time, and his family seemed completely bewildered. Lucien had no time to chat with them. Baggy and I went to the office where he began typing with a fury. The deadline was days away, but we wanted to capture the moment. Typically, though, he faded after half an hour when the sour mash called. It was almost dark when Ginger returned, in tight jeans, tight shirt, hair down, a look that said "Take me somewhere."...
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This note was uploaded on 07/18/2010 for the course LIT 301 taught by Professor Dra during the Spring '10 term at American College of Computer & Information Sciences.
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