“I’m going to exercise my right not to answer that question based on the stipulations as set forth in the fifth amendment.” Mason daunted, an air of flippancy in his voice, his scowl directing obvious disdain in the direction of the defendant, his twin brother Dixon.
“Your Honor,” Dixon’s defense attorney, visibly flustered rebutted, “if it pleases the court, I’d like to reword the question, yet again, as the answer is paramount, not only in establishing the whereabouts of my client on the eve of December 17th, but in casting the required shadow of doubt necessary to bring into question the accuracy of the identifications made by the two eye witnesses in this case.”
“Mr. Across,” the judge addressed Dixon’s defender, peering over the frames of his reading glasses, forehead wrinkled with the taut arch of his brow, “although I fail to foresee any difference in outcome, the court will permit the rewording of the question once more, provided you are confidant you will elicit an answer in so doing.”
“Your Honor,” the harried prosecutor jumped to his feet, flipping back an errant lock from his line of sight as he glared triangularly at Across, Mason, and Dixon Line respectively. “I fail to see how rewording the question, yet again, even if the defense does elicit a response, will add any relevancy to this exasperating line of questioning and beg the court to reconsider.”
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