It was good to be off jury for the weekend. Everyone needed a break. The Sheriff, not one to let things go was furious. Even his top tier were looking out for him. In the unlikely case that he may get off. They wanted to ensure they had jobs.
It was a hot weekend for sure. Hotter than this time of year, even in a period of unseasonable weather. No one knew what to expect. It would rain one day, then dry, then rain. It went on for months.
The weather mirrored how the town was feeling. Uncertain. Concerned.
The reporter who broke the story, Thoreau, had everyone talking. Not one to back down. Especially when an elected official was snickering at everyone. Even grew himself a huge raise, in a time when no one was getting one. Arrogance. Pure arrogance.
Thoreau was driving his VW Beetle through town. Bright yellow. A Caribbean kind of fellow, not what you would expect in a reporter. Breezy and bright. He knew his facts. And worked hard to tell the truth. Nothing but the truth.
The VW was turning down a country road when Thoreau looked off his right shoulder and saw an officer tailing him. He blew it off. But what he didn't know was that the American Civil Liberties Union had hired someone to follow him. More importantly, to see if he was being followed. They weren't going to let this elected official, a downright arrogant crook get away with one more thing.
Emerson was a retired detective. Volunteered from time to time in causes he believed in. He believed in Thoreau. The reporter wouldn't know for months that they were looking out for him. That is, until the jury sat again.
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