It was all started by a knock at my door late at night. They had found the killer, Madam red, a physcopath who's known for removing the reproductive organs of her victims and dressing them in red. Her husband wanted me to represent her at the trial the next morning.
Now we stand in the court room, my client in an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, hysterical, the plaintiff-being the detectives- and the lawyer they've assigned presenting evidence after evidence against my client.
It was not looking good, there were DNA trace samples and footprints matching a pair of heels from her cupboard which had resedue from the crime scene. A setup looked unlikely and her aliby was easy to crack.
It was a quick day, the case open and shut. Judge and jury deemed her guilty and sentenced her to death row. I always seem to lose my cases. It was a shame she truely was kind, but evidence is evidence and here we say guilty till proven innocent.
No matter, I had gotten away with it once again and soon I would pick my next victim and paint them red, all while framing another and ultimately ending them too.
What's that saying?
"Two birds one stone."