The jury door opened. Seven days of a murder trial and three days of deliberation . The decision now walked with the chairperson.

Barry Coles son had given no evidence in his defense. Legal tactic, muttered his lawyer.
"Dad, I had nothing to do with it." Barry now had doubts. But there was something strange. Juror Number nine appeared to nod at him with a slight smile on her face.

The judge had warned, that not giving testamony ,could not be used as evidence of guilt. So what, Barry thought. These jurors were workers. They wanted to hear from his son. Legal tactic bullshit.

Praying helped.
Was God listening? Where was Justice?

The chairperson rose.
Without prompting, Juror Number nine also rose and the tension heightened.
The Judge enquired:
" Yes madam, what is the problem?"
Her voice, hesitant,
"Your honor, I hold a secret. I was there. I am the murderer."