Page 76 of Matlock
Uncle Alex looked at Tony.
“Mr. Gallagher, your witness.”
Tony stood, and something shifted in the room.
He buttoned his jacket with one smooth motion, his movements deliberate. He walked toward the witness stand with the kind of quiet confidence that made people sit up and pay attention.
I’d seen Tony in a lot of situations.
I’d seen him angry. Possessive. Vulnerable.
But I’d never seen him like this.
This was Tony in his element.
This was the lawyer who’d built a reputation in Arkansas before he came to Nebraska.
This was the man who could tear apart a case with nothing but words, logic, and relentless precision.
And fuck, it was sexy as hell.
“Sheriff O’Rourke,” Tony began, his voice calm and measured. “You testified that you arrived at the scene at 3:52 AM, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“And the 911 call came in at 3:47 AM?”
“That’s correct.”
“Who made that call?”
Declan hesitated.
“Mr. Nelson called from Mr. Sanders’ residence. On his personal cell phone.”
“From the house itself,” Tony said. “Using his own phone.”
“Yes.”
“Not from some anonymous location.”
“No, sir.”
“So Simon made the call to 911 and waited there to be arrested.”
“That’s correct.”
Tony let that sit for a moment.
“Sheriff, when you arrived, you said Simon was sitting at the kitchen table. Was he attempting to flee?”
“No.”
“Was he hiding the weapon?”
“No.”
“Was he attempting to clean up the scene or destroy evidence?”
