His gaze returned to the girl and the dog. The accused looked bewildered, almost defeated. Scout lay still but watchful. Merritt leaned back, watching Lowell’s performance unfold, wondering whether his confidence came from evidence or from his intention to win at any cost.
“Mr. Wells had motive,” Lowell declared confidently, pacing before the bench like a man certain of his narrative. “He was in debt—months behind on rent. Access and opportunity converge on him, Your Honor.” His voice carried that rehearsed balance between outrage and conviction.