Chapter 18
I looked at the court reporter to make sure she followed, noticing that her fingers tapped quietly. After meeting Frank at the jail, I made sure we didn’t have to rely on an electronic court reporter for this hearing. Judge Garner’s bailiff sat behind the stenographic machine, watching my client.
“Your Honor,” I cleared my throat, “considering this new DNA evidence, the State cannot overcome the standard of proof.”
“And, when you say that, Mr. Chandler, I presume you’re talking about the hypothesis of innocence standard your motion addressed?”
I stifled a smile. Garner’s comments helped my record in event of any appeal. “Yes sir.” I paused and turned to my client. His black eye that I saw two days ago turned a yellowish green. As we’d rehearsed, he sat, quiet. The judge coul
