Page 77 of Matlock
“No.”
“In fact, he was just... sitting there.”
“Yes.”
“Waiting for you to arrive.”
Declan shifted slightly.
“It appeared that way, yes.”
Tony nodded.
“You testified that Simon said,‘I think it’s pretty obvious what happened, Sheriff.’After that, did he say anything else?”
He turned and focused his attention on me, his gaze sharp and deliberate. My cock hardened instantly as I squirmed in my seat, already imagining the sting of his hand across my ass for that snarky comment to the sheriff. I could almost feel it... the crack of his palm, the heat blooming across my skin, the way he’d make me count each strike before pulling me into his lap and fucking me until I begged for mercy.
“He said he wanted a lawyer.”
“Immediately?”
“Yes.”
“So he invoked his right to counsel within minutes of your arrival.”
“Yes.”
“Did he resist arrest?”
“No.”
“Did he make any other statements about the crime?”
“No. He refused to answer any further questions.”
Tony walked back toward the defense table, his hands in his pockets.
“Sheriff, you testified that there were no signs of forced entry. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“But the front door was unlocked when you arrived.”
“Yes.”
“So someone could have entered and exited without forcing the door.”
“Objection,” Rosalind said, standing. “Speculation.”
“Sustained,” Uncle Alex said, but his tone was mild.
Tony didn’t miss a beat.
“Sheriff, did you find any eyewitnesses to the crime?”
“No.”
“Did you find any evidence that Simon Nelson had plannedthis attack in advance?”
