Prosecutor

The prosecutor asked me a leading question.

It's a love story that unfolds between an unlikely pair, a public prosecutor from a good family and a modern high school girl.

The guy was acquitted when the prosecutor failed to prove that he had committed the crime.

"...That's why I require your services. Help me, Phoenix Wright! You are my only hope." "Are you sure you have a valid case?" "Yes. Link is living the good life." "Don't worry. We'll have this case settled very soon." "Do not be so sure. I know the prosecutor." "Could a young warrior from another land know any good prosecutors, I wonder? ...Who's prosecuting?" "Miles Edgeworth."

My lawyer's talking to the prosecutor.

After the prosecutor permitted the defendant to handle the murder evidence, his attorney declared: "If the gloves don't fit, you must acquit."

Tom was the prosecutor in this case.

Tom is a federal prosecutor.

A special prosecutor was appointed.

The prosecutor withheld exculpatory evidence.

Annie Jay was the Wisconsin government prosecutor in the trial of a man for forging his client's signature.

The evidence disclosed that the three prisoners were in a public-house together with the prosecutor, Abraham Rhodes, and that in concert with the other two prisoners, the prisoner John Dewhirst placed a pencase on the table in the room where they were assembled, and left the room to get writing-paper.

It sat by mutely while Jack Abramoff, the superlobbyist, spun schemes that eroded public trust, until prosecutors had to move in.

The prosecutor got the witness to admit he was lying.