Chapter 14 - The Verdict
The jury deliberated for less than four hours.
When they filed back into the courtroom, the tension was suffocating. Marcus stood up, his knees visibly trembling, flanked by federal marshals.
The judge asked the foreperson to read the verdict.
“On the charge of felony domestic assault, we find the defendant... Guilty.” “On the charge of assaulting a federal officer, we find the defendant... Guilty.” “On the charge of violating the Espionage Act by disrupting a secure military transmission, we find the defendant... Guilty.”
With every word, Marcus seemed to physically shrink, collapsing inward under the crushing weight of his reality.
The judge didn't wait for a separate sentencing hearing. Because of the federal guidelines regarding the espionage and assault charges, the math was already done.
“Marcus Thorne,” the judge said, his voice ringing with absolute finality. “You used a badge to terrorize your family, and you arrogantly believed you were above the law. You are a disgrace to law enforcement and a danger to society. I sentence you to thirty-five years in federal prison, without the possibility of early parole.”
A collective gasp of relief swept through the gallery.
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Marcus’s legs gave out. He collapsed into his chair, sobbing loudly, a pathetic, broken man who finally realized his reign was permanently over.
As the marshals hauled him away, he looked back at us one last time. I didn't smile. I didn't gloat. I just offered him a slow, deliberate salute—a final, mocking reminder of the authority he had tried so desperately to crush.
