He looked at the circle.
The circle was round, perfect.
It represented procedural justice, the rigor of the law, the orderly function of society.
It also meant that within this circle, Luigi Randall would be sentenced to life in prison.
Everything seemed to be set in stone.
Davis picked up the eraser and wiped away the analyses of ballistics and psychological struggles on the blackboard.
He stood up, ready to submit the jury's final verdict form.
Justice hadn't arrived, but the procedure had been upheld.
Davis reached for the verdict form that needed to be signed.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the paper,
a low, hoarse voice suddenly echoed in the conference room.
It came from the other end of the long table.
"Wait a minute."
Juror Number Four had suddenly spoken.
The stockbroker pulled a document from the box filled with evidence.
