Just call me Miss Trial

They hung, the twelve of them. My first jury this week, as opposed to my second jury, who we picked this morning while the first group were out deliberating. And they hung on an element that wasn't in dispute, for which there was no conflicting evidence: the value of the motor vehicle. Two hold-outs were not convinced that the thing was worth over the jurisdictional amount. Car guys perhaps.

You know, the Holy Bible doesn't go into the jury room; neither does the Kelley Blue Book.

Shifting gears, tomorrow begins day two of trial two, fourth straight day of felony jury trial this week for me. Same judge, fresh new prosecutor. Different client. This schedule is just not right.