Michael Ryan, a Gulf War veteran and local attorney has called his best friend, Ken Hawkins to meet him a Tom's Tavern, a local watering hole for lawyers and judges to await the outcome of his jury trial. the six day trial over his client, Wayne Fuller has ended and the jury has retired.
"How much time do you have?" asks Ken. "Who can say? The jury filed out a half hour ago and it was a child molest defense. It is hard to guess how much time they will take. We can be here until they decide or 9pm, the cut off for the night." Mike's Crown Royal slid down easily and he signaled for another round. He had to be careful not to get drunk as he took another sip. They had been friends since high school and served in Desert Storm in '91.
"How did it go?" Ken asked. Ryan sat back and shrugged. "As good as one could expect, I guess. Every child molest case is an uphill battle. the minute a girl cries molest, you are on the defense. As I expected, he was guilty before we started. "Did he do it, Mike?"
"That is something a jury decides, not me. It has been a long year since he called me to defend him. Now, it is all up to the twelve jurors.
"How is it going with Jennifer, Mike?" Mike stared back and weighed his answer carefully. Mike had been distracted with thought of the meeting at 2 am early the next morning. "That is a good question, Ken, very good, but I will let you know when I know. His mind raced with the thousands of things that could go wrong. He wanted another drink but needed to keep his mind clear. It would be a long night.
He could not tell Ken the truth but thought how interconnected this last year had become; Fuller and Jennifer. It started so innocently but now he realized that if he wasn't careful, Wayne might not be the only one that would rot away in prison for the rest of his life.