“And then what happened?”
“He told me to go out and wait by his motorcycle. I rode back to his place and ended up going to South Dakota with him for a couple of weeks.”
“You would end up staying with him for weeks and went out of town with him.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I can’t really explain it. The only reason we were never in a relationship is because we were both terrified of it.”
“You didn’t leave because he was violent.”
“No, the first time we met, it was quite the opposite. The second time he left while we were out of town for the same reason.”
“He left you, states away from your home because he was scared.”
“Yes, but…” I pause, smirking over the entire situation now. “Yes, he took off, but he left me with a plane ticket and a ride to the airport, not to mention that when my flight had gotten in, he had someone come and get me to take me home.”
“Even though the seriousness of your relationship made him want to run, he still stopped long enough to make sure you were, okay?”
“Yes.” I smile. Looking back over at Zane and finding his confused expression. “Mr. Anderson takes care of the people he cares about.”
I think Sherri nods her head, but I don’t look over to find her doing so.
“Now, Ms. Mosby, is it true that you came to me first, wanting to testify in his defense?”
“Correct.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because Mr. Anderson told you no.”
There are muted gasps that echo through the courtroom before they’re cut off.
“Objection.” The prosecution shouts, standing up.
“Your honor.” Sherri starts. “This is pretty significant for the case and, from my understanding, Ms. Mosby has attempted to notify people of this.”
“Is that true?” The judge looks over at me and I meet his eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
He looks back over at Sherri and nods his head. “Hurry up and get to the point.”
“Now, if you have information that could actually show his innocence, why would he say no to you presenting this information?”
“Because he knew if I did, how bad it would make me look.”
“And we’ve already established that he would risk his entire life to protect you.”
“Correct.”
“But why would it make you look bad?”
“Because I was with him that night in question.” I pause, exhaling. “When he was arrested, I was with him.” Both Zane and I smirk knowing exactly what I mean when I say that we were together.
“But they don’t mention you anywhere in the arrest record.”
