Good morning! I am so glad that today is Friday! I have so many things planned for the next few days and I am very very excited. Anybody else have exciting plans for the weekend and next week?
We continue on with our court case. I hope that everything goes well for Mr. Neasvelle and I hope they can win the court case. But, you will have to continue the Adventure to see what happens. Enjoy!
A Journal of My Thoughts
December 15, 20—
Today was the big day. I wasn’t able to sleep super well but I felt well rested. I walked into the kitchen wearing my best suit and Rose smiled at me. She told me that no matter what the outcome was going to be, she was proud of me. That made me smile. Even though I know she will always support me, this just made me hold my head a little higher.
I filled my thermos with coffee and kissed Rose before walking out the door to my car. James was going to collect everything from the office before heading to the courthouse so I made my way to meet him. It would look unprofessional if we didn’t show up at the same time. I sent James a quick text to make sure he was on the way and he quickly replied with a simple yes.
The drive was uneventful so I won’t bore you with that.
We arrived at the same time and somehow parked next to each other. I promise we didn’t plan that. It just happened. Either way, we walked up the steps to the courthouse to see Mr. Neasvelle standing in the lobby. He was wearing a suit that was a smidge too big for him, but it didn’t look terrible. We walked up to him and shook his hand. He told us he was nervous and you could tell. His hands were very sweaty.
I told Mr. Neasvelle that we had to give the judge the small amount of evidence we had and he told us he would meet us in the courtroom. James told me he was so nervous but he had a feeling everything would go well. I laughed. I was feeling the same way though. I didn’t know that was a thing but here we are.
We walked into the judges chambers and saw the prosecuting attorney. It was someone we had battled against before and we didn’t do well. His name was Mr. Able. I was always kind of perplexed by his name. Was that actually his name? Or did he legally change his name? He always said he was able to win his cases, so maybe he changed his name to reflect that. Who knows, but what I do know is that he is a very successful prosecuting attorney.
I saw Mr. Able and shook his hand. He was always a very stone faced man, but he was at least polite. To an extent. He would shake our hands and ask how we were doing, but then he would slaughter us in court. But not today! I was determined that today would be the day we beat him.
Both parties presented their evidence to the judge and agreed on everything. I could tell Mr. Able was a little shocked by how much we actually brought in. Mostly witness statements but still, it was a bit of evidence.
I could tell that the evidence that he brought was much more physical. Like, he had a flash drive, most likely with security camera footage on it, and some fingerprints supposedly that matched Mr. Neasvelle. But what surprised me was that he brought the envelope of money that my client had given his client. It was still in an envelope with a small drawing on the front. It said Child Support across the front and underneath there was a small stick figure family. There was a taller person and 3 shorter people, presumably Mr. Neasvelle and his three kids. It made my heart skip a beat, it was cute. And very thoughtful.
The judge dismissed us and we found Mr. Neasvelle standing outside of the courtroom door. He seemed even more nervous than before and it looked like he had been pacing quite a bit. We tried to help calm him down and tell him that everything would be okay.
That was…until the fire alarm went off.
That’s right. They had to evacuate the entire courthouse because the fire alarm went off. All I could think of was that someone was trying to get out of their case today and would face federal charges for setting off the fire alarm in a courthouse. But when we stepped outside there were actual flames coming out from the roof. Everyone was a little shocked and couldn’t believe this was happening.
I remember seeing Mr. Able standing off to the far side. He seemed anxious, something I had never seen from him before. I couldn’t tell if he was nervous about the courthouse burning down or if he was nervous that the case would be pushed to a different courtroom. Or, maybe he had faked some of the evidence to make it look like Mr. Neasvelle was guilty.
It just seemed like very strange behavior from him. But pretty soon the fire department shows up and starts to put out the flame. The judges come walking around to tell everyone they will be receiving papers on when and where their cases will be handled. The attorneys were told to stick around to collect their evidence but everyone else was dismissed.
James told me he would get the stuff and I took Mr. Neasvelle back to his apartment. He told me he was more worried now that the case was being pushed off for a short while. I told him everything would be fine and nothing would change in the case. We still were going to win no matter what.
I’m not sure if he fully believe me or not, but he told me he was very thankful for everything that we have done. And I’m going to leave it there the night. I’m not sure when the case will resume, but hopefully it’s soon. G’night.