The courtroom stirred once more as a middle aged woman walked slowly toward the witness stand.
"Momma!"
Thomas abruptly shot to his feet, causing the officers standing nearby to close in around him in case he attempted anything rash. Yet Thomas ignored them completely. His gaze shifted toward Damian, who wore a sly, vicious smile, and a cold chill ran down his spine.
He did not know why, but his instincts screamed that it was over for him, all because of this white boy. Helpless, he could only keep his eyes on his mother as he was pulled away from the witness stand.
Mama Breezy's expression was weary yet resolute. After being sworn in, she sat with her hands folded tightly together as Damian approached her with measured gentleness.
"Mrs. Caldwell, how are you related to the previous witness?"
"He's my son."
Her voice carried a deep exhaustion that no one in the room could miss.
"Mrs. Caldwell, did your son speak to you about the night Marcus Vale was killed?"
