Eve sat in the interrogation room in handcuffs. Her attorney had just arrived, and if she knew her husband at all, he was in the waiting room pacing a groove into the floor. Martian Falcon had been their family’s lawyer for twenty years. He had handled all their legal concerns, and tonight he was thrust in the role of criminal defence. “Are these handcuffs necessary?” He asked sitting by her side.
“Your client is under arrest for murder.” The officer said with annoyance.
“Murder.” Martian huffed. “Ridiculous. “
“She shot a man.”
“She shot a man with a knife that was about to kill her son. That’s defence of others. She wouldn’t have even had to do it if you’re department hadn’t dropped the ball. A high-profile attorney gets stabbed in the men’s room of the courthouse, and you don’t even
