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TRIAL PART 78.
SGT. NATARO. FRANK. A.

Harvey Dent is stunned.

No, stunned isn't the right word. He's slapped. He's been put into a position that he'd never thought he'd be in. After all that work and all their evidence

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She sits back in her chair, stunned. The gravel barely registers in her mind because she cannot believe it. This isn't right. This will burn in the ashes. Everything is lost.

Rachel tries to pry Harvey's fingers out of the chair. They won't budge.

"Harvey," she whispers urgently, worried by the throbbing vein at his neck, the way his jaw clenches tightly. She's afraid it will snap if he continues with the pressure. Rachel sees the Nataro and the goon approach their table, to walk out of the courtroom. The smirk the latter wears sends a flare of anger right to her chest, but it's Harvey's hand, knuckle white and bruising, that lodges panic into her throat.

"Harvey, please, let's go."

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Dupetti is patting Nataro on the back. Harvey can't take his eyes away.

The cop, the liar stalks forward like a cat in creme, stopping by them both to wave jauntily, "That was fun."

Harvey rises so fast he almost tips the table over-startling the court stenographer.

".....purjury.."

The word is hissed through clenched teeth as Dupetti frowns, "...What? Nah, Maybe I was lyin' the first time. Ever think of that? I mean hell, IT all kind of came back to me..."

If someone doesn't stop him, Harvey's going to wrap his hands around the bastard's throat.

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Rachel tugs at Harvey's arm, is only half-stunned when he shakes it off to lunge forward. Because Rachel anticipates the movement, she links both of her hands again at his shoulders, pulling him around to face her.

She doesn't even dignify Dupetti's comment. It would only be pouring gasoline into the fire.

Her eyes are literally begging. She hopes Harvey can read them. You're better than this. You're better than them. Walk away.

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"...You're gonna let your girlfriend fight your battles Dent?"

He shrugs, moving off when Nataro starts pulling insistantly on his arm. Harvey tenses in Rachel's arms, "...Let me go Rachel."

His voice is dangerously calm. Spookily calm.