a doughy christopher sutton by the time his trial finally began. it was july 2010, a son charged with hiring a hit man who murdered his mother, blinded his father, and here he sat apparently confident, highly prepared ignoring most of the time the surviving members of his family a scant few feet away. you know, we locked eyes but i have nothing to say to him. melissa sat with her father, their father, front row seat. prosecutor karen kagan told the jury a horror story, the state s version of what happened the night of the murder. the man for whom the gunman had signed on to commit a double murder, a man who was intimately familiar with john and susan sutton. that man, their son, christopher sutton. then graphic evidence. a crime scene soaked in blood
melissa sat with her father, their father, front row seat. the prosecutor told the jury a horror story, the state s version of what have happened the night of the murder. the man for whom the gunman had signed on to commit a double murder, a man who was intimately familiar with john and susan sutton, that man, their son. christopher sutton. then, graphic evidence. a crime scene soaked in blood and littered with bullet casings. the medical examiner placed knitting needles in a mannequin to show where susan was shot six times. her son took a deep breath, recoiled, dreadful but how would the state prove that christopher was behind her right hand? here s how for starters. this man once worked with christopher, was an occasional pot customer, too, but was shocked, he shade, when christopher asked him a certain question. what did the defendant ask
hitman who murdered his mother, blinded his father. here he sat most of the time, ignoring the surviving members of his family a scant few feet away. i have nothing to say to him. melissa sat with her father, their father, in the front seat. the prosecutor told the jury a horror story, the state s version of what happened the night of the murder. the man for whom the gunman had signed on to commit a double murder. a man who was intimately familiar with john and susan sutton. that man? their son, christopher sutton. then graphic evidence, a crime scene soaked in blood and littered with bullet casings. the medical examiner placed placed knitting needles to show where the shots were placed in
you know, we locked eyes, but i have nothing to say to him. melissa sat with her father, their father, in the front seat. the prosecutor told the jury a horror story, the state s version of what happened the night of the murder. the man for whom the gunman had signed on to commit a double murder. a man who was intimately familiar with john and susan sutton. that man? their son, christopher sutton. then graphic evidence, a crime scene soaked in blood and littered with bullet casings. the medical examiner placed knitting needles in places in a mannequin to show where their mother was shot six times. her son took a deep breath, recoiled. but how would the state prove it all? this man, who once worked with christopher, was an occasional