Ryan wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, and breathed deeply. He felt faint about 100 times and wasn’t sure if he’ll be conscious in five minutes.
ADA: “Ryan. Do you want a bottle of water?”
Ryan: “Only if it’s filled with vodka. I’ll take a shot of anything right now.”
ADA: “It will all be over today. Just relax.”
Ryan: “That’s easy for you to say.”
The paralegal hands Ryan a bottle of water. Ryan takes the bottle and drinks a little water.
ADA: “I’ll see you soon.”
The ADA leaves the room.
15 minutes later, a court officer escorts Ryan to the courtroom. Ryan takes the stand and raises his right hand.
Bailiff: “Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”
ADA: “Ryan. Where were you January 16, 2016 at 10:00 p.m.?”
Ryan: “I was leaving work on Main street.”
ADA: “That’s right across the street from where Josephine was killed. Did you see what happened?”
Ryan: “Yes. I witnessed Josephine getting shot.”
ADA: “Is the killer in the courtroom?”
Ryan gets dizzy again.
ADA: “Ryan, do you see who killed Josephine here?”
Ryan: “Yes! He’s sitting over there.”
Ryan points at the defendant, and the defendant shakes his head in disbelief. Ryan cries.
ADA: “Let the record show Ryan pointed to the defendant. Ryan I know this is hard for you. Testifying against your brother must be hard on the whole family.”
Ryan: “It’s causing my mother an unimaginable amount of pain.”
Later at home Ryan is sitting with a glass of vodka writing a letter. He puts it in an envelope addressed to the ADA. It read how his brother was innocent and he was the real killer. He then swallowed down a bottle of Vicodin with vodka.