Juror Number Four
by Samuel Blackwood
I was picked at random to try a homeless man accused of murder. On the third day of the trial, the victim’s husband came to testify in tears. I knew that man. I had seen him on the night of the murder.
I was picked at random to try a homeless man accused of murder. On the third day of the trial, the victim’s husband came to testify in tears. I knew that man. I had seen him on the night of the murder.
