Chapter Five

I had to make a compelling argument about the importance of the case against the state of North Dakota versus the defendant Alliy Rosario, a sixteen year old girl who is being charged with misdemeanor charges for the crime of drunk driving and killing two of her friends from high school.

"What needs to be done, what needs to be done, is that Alliy Rosario needs to be held in prison for the killing of two of her best friends. Ms. Rosario knew what she did. She knew what she did was wrong. And will the jury see her as the criminal in this case, or will you let her walk? She killed two innocent people, that mattered to this community. Her parents, her sister, her family and other people who knew her. Alex Rodriguez is the victim. Olivia Holts is the victim." I continued arguing in court. "Two lives were taken too soon. Two innocent victims have been taken too soon." I sighed. "So what is it going to be? Will you see Alliy Rodriguez as the criminal of this case, or does she deserve to walk out of this courtroom and no justice was served," I said to the jurors and the people of the courtroom. I turned around and walked back to the prosecutor's desk. I sat down in my chair.

Until the defense attorney this time was named Gurth Hued. He stood up from his chair and walked to the jurors. It was his turn to argue in court.

After ten minutes of the opening statement, I said, "objection, relevance," because possessing some worth or inclination to support a fact that is important to the case.

"Overruled," says Judge Jonthojfs.

I sat back down in my chair. The drunk driving case reminded me a lot about my parents dying in a drunk driving accident. It brought back memories. I took a deep breath and sighed. As I was listening to Mr. Hued, I looked at the defendant. She looked at me. I turned my head and I faced Mr. Hued. I was listening to him argue. Until once again it was my turn to argue.

When I went to the woods where Izza was murdered, I stood out of my car and I walked up to the area where Jacob found Izza's body. I sighed, and I put my hands in both my pockets of my jacket. I looked at the spot where the person was standing watching the crime scene.

The same spot I saw in the article while I was at work. It was cold outside, and I turned around and went back to my car. After going to the woods, I was driving around town. I stopped at this red light. I sighed and I looked at this grocery store across from me and I noticed Izza's parents walking out of the grocery store and to their car. They'd look like they were putting their groceries in their car together in the back of the trunk and I just continued to look at them.

I then paid back attention to the traffic lights and I noticed it had turned green. I pushed on my gas and I started driving. It was almost dark outside and I was tired and ready to go home.

As I was asleep in my own bed, Mandy was sleeping next to me. I heard Joseph crying and I woke up to him crying. I moaned and I opened my eyes. I noticed Joseph standing up in his crib. I stood up from my bed and I walked over to Joseph.

"Hey buddy, what's the matter," I said to my son. I picked him up from his crib and I kissed his cheek. Joseph continued crying. I shushed him and rubbed his back. "It's okay buddy. Did you have a bad dream?" I said to Joseph. "I love you," I said to Joseph one last time. I turned around and I went back to my bed and I sat down. I put Joseph on my lap and rocked him back and forth.

"Dada!" says Joseph.

"What?!" I said, trying not to be loud. "Did you just call me dada?" I said to Joseph.

Dadadada!" says Joseph. I just smiled at my son. "I knew you would call my dada first. I don't care if your mom carried you for nine months and gave birth to you, I knew you would call me dada first," I said to Joseph.

"Dadada!" says Joseph once again.

I kissed my son's forehead. "I'm gonna have to tell your mommy in the morning when she wakes up that you said your first word," I said to Joseph. Jacob laughed. I'd just smiled at my son once again. I sighed. Daddy loves you so much," I said to my son. I decided to put Joseph back into his crib. "Go back to sleep, buddy," I said to Joseph, gently laying him down. I turned around and I walked to my bed before pulling my covers and then lying down on my bed. I was extremely happy that Joseph said his first word. I love him very much. Mandy does too.

I went back into my bedroom and I sat down on my bed. I opened my laptop and I started to do some more research on the death of Heather. I scrolled down to the bottom of the page and I started reading about the death of Heather Baker.

Until I came across this paragraph where it talked about Heather writing back and forth as stated by the police that a woman name Cindy Maggot who knew Heather had told her that someone was forcing her to accuse Jacob of the murder of Izza Miller. But who? It didn't have the name of the woman or anything.

I just sat where I was, feeling confused. I sighed, putting my laptop to the side and I stood up from my bed. Before I left my bedroom, I heard my iPhone ringing. I turned around and I walked up to my nightstand and grabbed my phone and looked at the screen.

I hung up the phone because the person calling me was the same anonymous person who wouldn't reply back to me when I did answer the phone, and decided to call me back again. I put down my iPhone and I turned around and I left my bedroom. How did this person know my phone number? How do they know my email address?

The following week, Sally Mason, a criminal defense lawyer, approached me as the prosecutor about a plea agreement because of her client's allegations. Georgina Yafe, her client, has regrettably been charged with DUI (driving while under the influence). The jury has begun deliberations following the filing of her charges.

Negotiations to negotiate a plea bargain, which is an arrangement between me and the defendant in which the defendant, such as Georgina, enters a guilty plea in exchange for a reduced term or charge, can be started by either party. Speaking with Sally, I sighed and told her I would take the plea deal and go forward. Thus, Georgina's sentence has been reduced.

First and second DUI offenses within a seven-year period in North Dakota are Class B misdemeanors. Georgina got 30 days and a $1,500 fine. She's lucky it didn't get worse for her.

"You're lucky it didn't get worse for you, Ms. Yafe," I said to Georgina.

"Thank you," says Georgina. I nodded my head. I then went on with my day and I continued to work on more cases.