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“My name is Vidalia Elise Spurlock. Officer Killian Spurlock is my husband.” I said softly.
Eleanor hissed at the mention of my husband. “And what would you like to enlighten us about,Mrs. Spurlock?”
She said Mrs. Spurlock with so much venom that a normal person would’ve taken a step back. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
“Do you work, ma’am?” I asked her.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Yes, I do. I’m my husband’s secretary at his law firm that he shares with another partner.”
“If your husband were to ask you to, say...make him some coffee, would you do it?” I asked.
Her head tilted, wondering where I was going with this line of questions, but she inevitably answered, not suspecting the trap. “Yes, sure. I do that every day.”
“What about if your husband has a suspected rapist to defend. Would you take him a cup of coffee?” I asked.
She looked a little nervous but nonetheless answered. “Umm, I’d be a little uncomfortable with that.”
I nodded in understanding. “Yes, I would be too. How about this. If someone came into your husband’s office, and was wielding a knife, would you put yourself in front of the knife wielder to protect your husband?”
She paused. “I would hope I would.”
My eyes moved from Eleanor to the rest of the panel who were all looking at me in alarm.
Then I scanned the crowd, settling on Trance. I could tell he knew where I was going with this line of questioning, and he gave me a ‘good girl’ look that bolstered me.
“Well, I would hope I would too; but to tell you the truth, I hope I never have to experience that.” I said softly.
My eyes returned to her, but she was busy looking at the man in the front row I was trying my upmost hardest to forget. Paul. And next to Paul were his parents.
“Do you have a dog at home, Mr. Mills?” I asked him sweetly.
Mr. Mills was the one that was most neutral about it all. He was a native Texan, and had moved to Benton only a few years ago, according to Silas’ research. He was also pro-gun and pro Second Amendment.
His eyes flipped to mine, surprised by my addressing him. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And your dog, would you expect him to bark if someone showed up at your house?”
He smiled fondly. “Oh, old Blue barks at anybody that knocks on the door. I love it.”
“Would you hope that he would alert you if danger was imminent?” I asked.
He saw where my line of questioning was going. “Yes ma’am, I surely would.”
“What about protect you from a break in? Would you want him to protect you from the intruder?” I probed.
“Yes ma’am. I have three young children at home. I would want all the help I could get.” He answered.
“Mr. Burns, would you work for free?” I asked panelist number two.
He shook his head. “No. I most definitely would not.”
“What about going into a dangerous situation, and not getting paid to do that. Every single day. Would you do that?” I asked.
“No. I would not.” He affirmed.
“And you Mrs. Sims,” I said addressing panelist number five. “When was the last time you were in a public school?”
She tilted her head and pursed her lips as she thought about it. “Well, it would have to be a couple of years ago. My daughter used to be a cheerleader in high school. I went for her pep rallies.”
