The jury deliberated for four hours.
Alicia Florrick stood at the window of her corner office, watching a CTA bus struggle through slush. She had won the election by a margin that shocked everyone—including herself. She ran not as a reformer like her late husband, nor as a crusader like her former boss, but as a repairer . A fixer of a broken system. Her slogan: Justice isn’t political. It’s just.
"He is now. He’s been running dark-money super PACs for the last three years. The indictment alleges he falsified ballistic reports in exchange for campaign contributions. Specifically, a report that exonerated a Chicago cop who shot an unarmed teenager. That cop’s father is a major donor to the same PACs McVeigh runs." alicia florrick states attorney
Diane’s face crumbled. "You’ve become the very thing you used to hate. A politician who uses the law as a bludgeon."
She had no one left to lose. That made her dangerous. The jury deliberated for four hours
For three weeks, Alicia built the case herself. She interviewed witnesses. She pored over emails. She found the smoking gun: a text from Kurt to the cop’s father saying, “The report will say what it needs to say. Just send the first wire to the lab fund.”
"And what did he say?" Alicia asked.
She recommended eighteen months.