I felt a collective power of justice converging for the first time at the law firm.
The lawyers were professional and meticulous, carefully reviewing each piece of evidence and formulating a detailed action plan.
"He's currently incarcerated. With the additional evidence we have in hand, he could be sentenced to life imprisonment. But if we could find proof of murder, he could face the death penalty," one senior attorney said, adjusting his glasses and analyzing the situation with sharp focus.
Each of his words struck my heart like a hammer, filling me with both excitement and urgency.
"Evidence of murder…" I murmured, replaying memories of my mother's life in my mind, trying to catch any possible clues that might have been overlooked.
Suddenly, a vague memory flickered through my mind.
It was a late night when I vaguely heard my mother arguing with someone in her room, followed by a dull thud of something heavy hitting the ground.
But after that night, she never mentioned it again, though her eyes held a sadness that was difficult to articulate.
"Yes, evidence of murder is crucial."
I looked up at the team of lawyers with determination shining in my eyes.
"I will try my best to look for evidence that could prove his murder. I won't overlook even the smallest clue."
The lawyers nodded, expressing their understanding and support.
We then discussed the next steps in detail, including conducting a covert investigation, ensuring witness safety, and maximizing the exposure of Jack's crimes within the legal framework.
The sun was setting by the time I left the law firm.
I felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety while I was walking home.
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