Page 289 of Satan's Spawn
He nods. “Would you suggest the two of them were friends?”
“Objection!” the D.A. shouts again. “Relevance?”
Micah slides his gaze to Judge Matthews, a soon-to-be retired judge with a soft spot for sexual crimes. “This question is to further shine a light on the likelihood of my client being framed.”
With a curt tip of his head, the judge looks at me and says, “I’ll allow it. Miss Dawson, please answer the question.”
I swallow. “They weren’t necessarily best friends, but they shared one very big thing in common.”
“What’s that one very big thing, Miss Dawson?”
“Rejection. Crayton told me he cut things off with Alexis around the same time I did with Felix during our friend Sampson’s party.”
“Objection. Hearsay.” Annoying guy stands again. “Alexis Ivanov is not in the country to speak on her own behalf.”
“That’s because right after my client was arrested, Miss Ivanov took off with her well known father, Nikolai Ivanov, to a country with no extradition.” Micah pauses, anticipating the response from the judge.
“Overruled. Please proceed Mr. Beaumont.”
Micah smiles. “Can you testify that Miss Ivanov was present in the school on the day of my client’s arrest?”
“Yes, and I think she was waiting for it to happen.”
Micah winces.
“Objection! Calls for speculation.”
“Sustained.”
Micah’s eyes bore into mine, making me nervous but I try to control it. “What happened right before the police showed up in the dining hall to bring my client in for questioning?”
“Alexis was sitting at another table watching Crayton, our friends, and I while we were eating lunch. There was a friendly commotion erupting from our table and it drew some attention. It was funny. And most of the kids around us were laughing.”
“Objection, narrative,” the D.A. drawls.
“Sustained. Miss Dawson, please get on with the point.”
I curl into myself slightly, feeling foolish, but Micah comforts me with soft eyes. “Please tell the court what happened to Miss Ivanov the moments leading up to Crayton’s detainment.”
“Objection. Relevance, your honor?”
Micah huffs with amusement.
He said the D.A. would grasp at any straw if things started to turn in our favor. “Again, this is to further prove the probability of my client being framed for the murder of Felix Crimson.”
He eyes the judge, waiting.
“Proceed, Miss Dawson.” The judge waves me on, leaving the D.A. to mutter something under his breath as he sits back down.
“Her bodyguards escorted her out of the room a few minutes before the police showed up.”
“Has she ever shown hostility to you personally?”
“Yes, she has.”
“Can you please specify for the jury?”
“At Sampson’s pool party she cut the back of my bikini top with scissors, exposing my breasts to most of our peers. When I asked her why she did it she said it was because there’s only room for one queen by Crayton’s side.”
