Chapter 8 - The War In The Maricopa County Court
Forty-eight hours later, the grand courtroom at the Maricopa County Superior Court was packed with reporters from across Phoenix.
Nora sat at the plaintiff’s table beside Daniel Moore, watching as Edgar and Kristina were led inside in orange prison jumpsuits.
Edgar looked broken, his hair unwashed, his eyes sunken and red from weeping behind bars.
Kristina, however, kept her head high, glaring at Nora with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred across the courtroom.
The judge slammed her gavel down, her face stern as she reviewed the mountain of evidence submitted by the prosecution.
“In the matter of Arizona versus Kristina Finch and Edgar Finch,” the judge announced, her voice echoing in the room.
“The state presents ninety-two text messages, security footage, and testimony from an exotic reptile dealer in Apache Junction.”
“Mrs. Finch personally purchased the specimen three days prior to the incident using her son’s credit card.”
Edgar’s public defender stood up quickly. “Your Honor, my client had no prior knowledge of his mother’s violent intentions!”
“Objection, Your Honor!” the state prosecutor countered loudly.
“We have recovered audio recordings from Mr. Finch’s private phone where he discusses the life insurance payout with his mother hours before the attack!”
Nora watched as Edgar buried his head on the table, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as his own words were played aloud in court.
“If Nora dies, we clear the debt, Mother. Just make sure it looks like an accident.”
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The courtroom gasped, news cameras flashing frantically as the full extent of the greed was laid bare for the public.
Nora felt no triumph, no happiness—only the cold, clean satisfaction of absolute justice being served.
