Submitted by Glen Aaron on March 28, 2012

I had never felt so low. I was still struggling with my dad’s death which had occurred in the middle of the Verlander trial. There was the gut-wrenching hurt of loss, the feeling of guilt that I wasn’t there to hold his hand in the last moments, to assure him that it was all right to let go, that the family was strong, and we would take good care of mother.

Now, here I am, here in this bordertown of El Paso, in this cold, unforgiving courtroom, wondering if I failed as a lawyer in representing my client. I had just experienced the worst case loss of my career. The jury had just left, and I now must go explain a $1.3 million judgment to my client.

I write of the Verlander trial in my book:   The Ronnie Lee and Jackie Bancroft Spencer Morgan Story, a tale of people, greed, envy, manipulation — even crime.

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