The Jurors Who Knew Too Much by Gail Farrelly



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Sixty-somethings Lorna and Ike are jurors in a murder trial. They soon find they like each other and begin hanging out together in the courthouse. When they realize they may have some inside information on the crime the defendant is accused of committing, they're suddenly faced with a difficult choice of what to do - and that decision could make for some serious trouble for everyone involved. A short story.

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Guilty or not guilty? I remember going back and forth between the two verdicts as I sat in the Westchester, New York, jury box. But surprisingly, I wasn’t even in the jury box when I made up my mind about the defendant’s guilt. You see, it wasn’t when the blood evidence was presented or the pictures of the decomposed corpse were displayed. And it wasn’t when the mobster (well, he would call himself the “ex-mobster”) testified.

I can’t help but grimace, as I think of how the trial of 46-year-old Kelly Meadows, accused killer of her 50-year-old husband Tim, had built in intensity. In the opening statement, the prosecutor, a nerdy-looking young man in a baggy suit, had pointed to the tall, hefty social worker at the defendant’s table and told us that she had killed her husband. She was the only one who could have done it, he claimed. According to the prosecutor, the victim, an attorney, had died in his own home, a luxury condo in Bronxville, New York, he had shared with his wife.

There was no sign of a break-in and nothing had been stolen. There was blood evidence, motive (a divorce was in the works), and the defendant definitely had the opportunity. The prosecutor said that, if we used our common sense, he was confident we would find Kelly Meadows guilty.

But on the other hand, perhaps the prosecutor should have used his common sense and realized that an all-day opening statement would not endear him to the jury. I remember glancing at the slim, middle-aged, attractive defense attorney seated at the defense table. I had a feeling that she wouldn’t need a whole day to make her opening statement.

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