“Would the defendant please stand.”
Cathy felt her stomach clench but did as she was told. She looked over at the jury, their eyes were all locked on her. She knew this was only going one way. Pulling one strand of forlorn blonde hair behind one ear, like she always did when she was nervous, she awaited what was to come.
“What is your verdict?” the judge asked.
The fat man who was the head juror looked straight at her.
“Guilty.”
The judge nodded.
“We thank the jury for its service and reconvene in one hour for sentencing,” the judge said, letting the gavel fall.
Cathy’s heart sank. She knew her chances had been slim to none with the all-male jury, but she had at least hoped.
“All rise.”
She stood up and felt her lawyer’s hand on her shoulder.
“The DA wants to talk to you, if you agree to.”
“Why?” Cathy said looking at her lawyer.
Sally was a middle-aged woman that had kept most of her charms and dressed almost as a young woman with that ample cleavage.