within minutes, firefighters knocked it down. the smoke clearing, the sooty water running in the streets. and then, as the moppup began, the word flashed out like something electric, the house was occupied. someone didn t get out. and up through the ashes, a mystery flared, like a stubborn ember glowed and smoldered and demanded an answer. the inhabitants of the rented cottage were two young, beautiful people, the sort of glossy and types you might expect to see on some reality show. their names were paul zumont and jennifer skipsy. she would be like, i m knocking it out, with baby. and it s only 6:33. so paul seemed to be the
mistaken, said geragos. well, i generally, i don t think direct examination is my strong suit, and i was concentrating on cross-examination of the witnesses. so, paul zumont looked the jurors in the eye and told them, i did not kill jennifer skipsy, did not byrne the house. then he told them, emotions boiling to a fever pitch, how despite their roller coaster relationship, he truly loved jennifer. his lawyer presented a love letter, in fact, she d written to him, and he broke down then. flood of tears. i was so relieved and i thought, you know, if there was anyway this jury thought this man was responsible for this, now they know for sure that he s not, because it s so obvious to me that he s telling the truth. but listening to all of this with his experienced ear was prosecutor gilling ham.