
The judge, already uneasy about allowing this unusual request, peered over his glasses at the commotion. “What’s going on, Mr. Miller?” he asked with a hint of impatience. But Alex appeared as mystified as everyone else, wiping the tears from his eyes, trying to calm his beloved dog.
Suddenly, Rex ran towards the prosecution table, his nose working furiously as he sniffed around. He paused in front of the lead prosecutor’s briefcase and began to bark again with increased intensity. The prosecutor, startled, stepped back, his face a mask of bewilderment and concern. The room was abuzz with whispers, the tension growing thicker with each passing second.