Denise had called as promised to give her the number for the Past Life therapist. She scheduled the appointment for next Monday at the therapist’s office. She gave herself plenty of time to make the hour drive factoring in traffic and time to find appropriate parking.
There were a lot of work orders this morning, one software development, and a couple of troubleshooting issues. These kept Casey busy past noon.
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He jumped up and down excited at the outcome, hugging everyone on the defense team even before approaching his family. He said he was ready to get back to a normal life. That’s why I have to drive back to Macon Monday morning,” he admitted.
Casey looked puzzled. “Why?”
“I need to file court documents asking the judge to grant another hearing.”
A shadow of confusion crossed her face. “Why does Michael need another hearing? I thought the he wasn’t guilty.”
“That’s true. However, a not guilty verdict only establishes acquittal. He will never have to face another trial for the same crime. That’s what they call double jeopardy. That is completely different from finding someone innocent. Unless his arrest gets expunged, it will stay as a permanent mark on his record.”
“So, in essence, he has to undergo another trial?”
“Pretty much. This time it will only be in front of a judge not with a jury of her peers. My job is to prove factual innocence. If we can do that, the judge will remove the arrest from his public record. It will disappear as if it never happened. That’s what Michael wants so he can get his reputation back in full. It’s a risky move.”
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Casey could see the furrows deepening between his eyebrows with doubt and decided to stop any further discussion on the subject. It doesn’t matter anyway, Ray wouldn’t believe me. Somehow, he would come up with a logical explanation discounting what I know for a fact is true.
She also didn’t divulge the details of her sexual fantasies. Her feelings for Sean were vague at best and coupled with guilt, not such a good idea to bring up in a conversation. She felt it best to keep it to herself. Surely, it’s not considered cheating if it’s not real? She slyly watched Ray under her lashes to see if he noticed her shame.
He fumbled with his tie removing it altogether and tossing it on the coffee table. “What’s important is if you feel better since Denise’s visit. You’re the one who’s convinced themselves that something paranormal is here,” he said with an undercurrent of frustration.
“I have my suspicions, and I do feel better. I liked her, a lot.” The image of Denise popped up with her lithe figure and striking features. “She was totally opposite of my expectations. I pictured a somewhat strange and wacky modern-day hippie. It’s funny how preconceptions can cloud someone’s