Getting the guilty verdict in Razor Blade's trial was my big break. I went from a no name prosecutor in Trottingham to the most sought after trial attorney on the east coast overnight. Only by divine providence did this opportunity present itself, the other, more senior, prosecutors having been conflicted out thanks to Razor's systematic killings of ponies close to all the largest names in the area.
I had a tough case. Razor was careful and cunning, leaving scant evidence to tie him to the murders, but his MO was clear and consistent, a wretched and surgical gutting of his victim with an over-sharpened kitchen knife. Pinning just one of those killings on him would open the floodgates for the others. Many sleepless nights and fervent searches for any evidence I could find culminated in likely the largest trial I will ever conduct. For three weeks, I presented evidence and argued before a panel of jurors, and in the end they saw reason. Razor Blade was convicted of seventeen counts of murder and sentenced to multiple life sentences.
But this is not that story. This Is not the tale of the beginning of my career, but the end of it. This is a story about how doing your job well can be the most dangerous thing you can do.
[This is a quick 1k word challenge I wanted to do. I liked how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy.]