Originally published May 17, 1996, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1174
So there I was, sitting on the jury on a capital murder case, looking into the eyes of the defendant. He looked troubled, frightened. And then, as I was listening with only one ear, I suddenly became alert. Hold it. The FBI agent had just said something that didn’t make sense. Applying quick deductions, I realized it placed him at the murder scene during the time that he claimed he was across town. Why would he lie unless…?
I waited for the defense attorney to pounce on it, but he just sat there, complacent, dazed. I realized that he really believed that his client had done it.
I leaped to my feet. “J’accuse!” I shouted, pointing with a trembling finger.
The agent realized the jig was up. He vaulted the rail of the witness stand, grabbed the court clerk and put a gun to the panicked woman’s head. “Anybody moves, she gets it!”
I was poised on the balls of my feet, waiting for an opportunity, waiting, waiting…
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