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Red Skys and Royal CardsI combed through the file, reading all the details and reviewing the photos of the evidence against L’s case. I pulled out what we had on this case that was being framed on L to compare it.
Compared what L legitimately signed versus what was said to be forged both presently and in the past. One thing was very different between all of them. L’s signature had changed slightly durring the previous incident, and that wasn’t taken into account in the new signatures made. L began to sign part of his last name, in a small part of him signature that is almost seemed like a mistaken pen mark. But it was there, on every document I had that I knew L had signed himself and the scrap of paper I had him sign for my comparison and investigation as I went along.
It proved very useful now. Along with dates and times that didn’t match up to what L said to me about where he was and what he did.
With this file, I can prove L is innocent. Even in the past crime. L couldn’t have signed anything or hidden it where it was. For one, there was no way he could have gotten them where they were hidden, and he couldn’t have signed for anything because he would have been in school when the documents were retrieved. Cross those with his old records he had gotten me earlier, and I tore the case against him down.
“And you can prove this?” Dad asked after setting his tea cup down when I placed the red folder in the small, glass coffee table between us. He picked in up and settled in on him crossed legs to look through. “It was a solid case, the one you are trying to disprove the validity of, Sky. The evidence was there, witnesses identified his face and papers of the organization bore his signature and authorization.”
He opened the folder and slowly began reading through the organized evidence I had put together the night before. All the scans of the original files and documents which I had highlighted and made notes on. Pages where I made notes and made my argument and contradicted what was previously presented.
My father didn’t look up as he thumbed through the papers, occasionally he would his forefinger before filling the pages again.
“How much of this are you basing on the word of a convicted criminal, Sky? Dad finally looked up at me with a frown, “You can’t blame another because you are a friend t someone who doesn’t deserve such to you. What I have seen so far doesn’t find him not guilty of either the crime of the past or present.”
“How far have you read through the report, Dad?” I questioned. I know L is innocent in this. I believe his words and his mind. I found the physical evidence that is key to finding L innocent now and then.
L never once signed a single one of those papers.
“Enough.” He replied, “It proves nothing.”
“Read it all, Dad. Then make your judgment.”
I waited as I watched Dad properly read through the remainder of the file. Picking the teacup up and sipping from it, I rested back in the chair I was sitting in and stared off into space. The file was quite thick and it would take Dad a few minutes to get through the whole thing if he was only reading what was important.
Dad looked up and met my eyes, “I can’t clear this young man of his previous conviction.”
“But-” I tried to explain the evidence but my father cut me off and continued.
“But, He will be fully pardoned for the current crime placed against him.” He continued. “I can’t clear him, Sky, nor can your mother or you. He was tried and sentenced before the entire counsel. Only a full pardon from all of them can remove it from his records. He has to take this before them and fight his case. But, he will be pardoned from this if he plays all his cards right and shows all the evidence you’ve collected.”
“There’s nothing else you can do, Dad? Nothing at all?”
He shook his head sadly, “It’s not in my hands to do so. But you did good work, L has a chance at freedom because of you that he nevre otherwise would have had. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you did more than any other would do to find the truth.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I said finishing off the tea I was drinking.
“I didn’t do anything.” I answered. “You should let the boy know about this and give this file to him and have him put the request in for a challenge hearing with the entire counsel present.”
“I will. What did you ask me here for anyway?
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