M J Rosenkoetter

Love Away From The Underpass M J Rosenkoetter

Do I stay or do I go? The question had been presented. Court was in session. Big Man called for the verdict. He was the judge, and the jury was a mixture of mankind at its near-lowest state. Jack stood before them awaiting their decision. This young man, age twenty-five, who had committed no crime, waited to hear the decision for his future. He had offered his fortune. Would it buy the answer he hoped for, even though that had not been the reason for his offer? That had not been, the idea of the offer, at all. Would he later be accused of 'trying to buy off the jury'?