It's 2011, two years and a bit after the Kim Gulloch murder.

The scene is a courthouse in Toronto.

Don't picture dark oak panelling in one of those sweeping marble staircases you've seen on legal dramas.

This is a satellite operation in a tired brown brick office building.

Courtyrooms, a couple of restaurants, the best one being

Rosa's place, old school Italian dining, celebrity photos lining the walls. If a judge wanted to take a

new lawyer to lunch and tell war stories, they'd go to roses. A new prosecutor, Laura Bird, has been assigned to shore up the faltering case against

Chris Sheriff and Awet Asfaha.

By chance, By chance, Byr runs into a young police officer in a back hallway.

That was a long time ago, but I do remember running into Laura Bird at the courthouse.

That's Amman Nassar.

He's now an inspector working for the Surrey Police Force in Western Canada.

Back then, he was a police constable in Toronto.

At the 11th hour, Nassar got pulled into the case.

I was a part of the expert section.

I did not gather evidence.

I didn't do all those other things that were done by the homicide investigators and the other people. That's not what I did.

The case was struggling because the preliminary hearing judge had ruled

there wasn't enough evidence to support first-degree murder.

Sure, the judge said, you can have a trial, but on reduced charges.

Awet, the alleged shooter, second-degree murder. Chris, the car driver, just accessory after the fact.

The evidence just wasn't that strong. Then, out of the blue, prosecutor Byrd runs into constable Nosser. They'd met on a previous

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