Chapter 17 - The Trial Date Begins In Federal Court
Six months later, the federal courthouse in downtown Washington D.C. was packed with hundreds of journalists, cameras, and spectators.
Luke Miller sat at the defense table in an orange prison jumpsuit, his hair shaven, his eyes hollow, and his arrogance completely extinguished.
Beside him sat Dr. Marcus Vance, both facing over thirty federal counts ranging from aggravated assault to organ damage via chemical poisoning.
I sat in the front row of the gallery, wearing an elegant dark suit, my head held high, my scars completely covered by my professional poise.
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The head prosecutor called me to the witness stand, and I walked up the wooden stairs with a steady, unyielding stride that commanded total silence.
I placed my hand on the Bible, swore to tell the truth, and turned my eyes directly toward Luke Miller, who refused to look me in the eye.
