Deadly Dozen: 12 Mysteries/Thrillers (137 page)

I’d never been afraid of being alone, or the dark. Not ever. And here I was, needing a nightlight and for my best friend to tuck me in. Pathetic.

They’d done this to me. I was going from scared to angry.

CHAPTER TEN

MY ALARM WENT OFF at 5 a.m. My blankets were warm and I felt like I had melted into the mattress. I could hear Mandy’s deep breathing from the living room.

I soaked it in. It was like I’d woken with new strength. Part of the fear I’d felt yesterday was hidden deep inside—the other half I turned into righteous anger. Today, I was going to nail Williams.

After a shower, breakfast, getting ready, and a promise to Mandy that I’d call her when I left the courthouse, I was on my way to the office.

I’d driven there so many times, I was on autopilot. The streets weren’t very busy. I mentally went through my notes—taking out this, putting in that, and rearranging them the way I wanted.

The reporter was waiting on the steps of the large concrete-and-steel building. The thing I loved most about the office was its landscaped yard. There was a pond with a fountain, trees and ferns lined the back, and there were even benches and picnic tables. I told the reporter we should go out by the pond, which was my favorite spot.

After I told him the story and he asked the usual mundane reporter questions like “What did it feel like to be kidnapped?” and “Is there any doubt in your mind it was Williams?” I took over.

“This threat has made me more confident than ever that Williams is guilty, and he’s capable of anything. Tell that to the public.”

The reporter wanted more, but I had to go. There was a to-do list as long as my forearm that I had to finish before court started at ten o’clock.

I texted Joshua as I walked to my office. He was already on his way. Good man. That’d earn him some extra-credit points.

Once I sat on my chair, I noticed a bundle of notes on my desk. Joshua had gotten an appointment with Hannah Williams for tomorrow at three o’clock. It would’ve been better if it had been today, but I knew it was the best we could get. He also wrote that when he’d searched the database, he’d discovered another woman by the name of Hannah Williams who had lived with Hank Williams as a child, but she’d later changed her name to Heather Dade. That was curious. Why was this the first I’d heard of another child? And why would anyone give two of their kids the same name? That gave me something else to ask Hannah at my appointment.

For the next hour I went through my notes and retyped what I had. Taking out the DNA evidence and the witnesses’ testimony, I filed them away and put them out of my mind. I’d moved on. There was no time to dwell on the past. It was still a strong case, as the police testimony was coming up today, as well as a presentation of Williams’ previous offenses like the drug possession and a few DUIs.

By the time I’d wrapped my mind around the new and evolved case, I was once again confident I had what it took to prove him guilty.

That was, until I got the phone call.

It was Dan, saying the same thing he did yesterday. “Judge called an emergency meeting. Meet me at the courthouse. Now.” He didn’t have to say how bad this was. I got a sick feeling in my gut. Pressing my hand to my case notes, I just sat for a moment, as if saying goodbye to the work I’d just done.

And then I ran to my car, Joshua in tow, after gulping down the cup of coffee he brought me. He got extra points for that, too.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE COURTHOUSE WAS SWARMING with TV vans and media all trying to get a good shot. I felt like a movie star, but without all the money. I brushed past them and got inside where cameras weren’t allowed. The judge made a smart move there.

The judge’s room was already full when I followed Dan in. I sat stiffly and crossed my legs. No doubt everyone had already heard of my kidnapping. News like that travelled fast—especially when you had a boss like Dan, who wanted to milk it for all it was worth.

I could see it in their eyes, too. The other attorneys looked at me with pity and a small amount of disdain, as if I were a baby that needed tending. I made my face as peaceful as I could and did not spare an extra glance their way.

We all stood when the judge came in, but he waved us back into our seats. His eyes were red and baggy, as if he hadn’t slept well.

“More bad news,” he said as he flopped into his chair. He looked at a paper as if he were reading off it. “We found another jury member who has been bribed. The woman will be charged, but I won’t order another replacement.”

It was hard to keep my face peaceful. All this work, all this hardship, and all that I had gone through last night was about to be flushed down the toilet. I knew what was coming, and it made me want to run from the room.

“I have no choice but to declare a mistrial,” the judge said.

Dan groaned. I clenched my jaw. It was still hard to hear, even though I was expecting it.

He went on to say how we could appeal and begin again, but I didn’t want to listen. It felt like ants were crawling under my skin. I just wanted to bolt out of there.

Sawyer spoke up. “We’d like to request that the defendant be released on bond. After all, there’s hardly any proof he’s guilty.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but then shut it again. If I got started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

Let them wait. Within a few weeks I’d have enough evidence to bury them in it. Then I would argue and they wouldn’t have a word to say against me.

So I was silent, even when the judge set a 900k bond, which I knew would be easy for Williams to post. Even when he said Williams would need an ankle tracker and couldn’t leave the state. Even when Dan protested and said that Williams was a dangerous criminal and the last person who should get off on bond.

I kept quiet; there was nothing to say. Things had been set in motion that would take more than words to stop. Williams was free. Blind Lady Justice had been tricked.

But I wasn’t about to let him trick her for long.

CHAPTER TWELVE

DAN AND I DIDN’T say a word. Joshua shyly asked what had happened, and I gave him the stark answer: “Mistrial.”

He groaned and collapsed into a chair.

“Get up, bucko,” I said. “If you think we were buried in work before the trial, you haven’t seen anything yet. Better bring your pillow to the office.”

My pep talk wasn’t exactly gracious, but it got the job done. Joshua jumped out of the chair and followed me down the hall, taking notes as I gave him a list of paperwork he needed to pick up for me. Dan left without saying goodbye, off to lick his wounds. This was going to hurt his run for office.

After a few hours at the courthouse filling out forms and other paperwork, we were finally free to leave.

“Are you hungry?” Joshua asked as we walked outside and down the steps.

At the question, I suddenly realized how famished I was. It was already past lunchtime. “How about—”

“The Casaba?” he finished for me. It was our favorite gyro joint. “What do you want to drink?”

“Orange juice. And order me a second helping of fries,” I said, grinning up at him.

He patted his round belly. “I think that’s just what I need, too.”

“And fill up on gas on your way back to the office,” I said. “We’re taking your car to the scene of the crime.”

“I’ve never been there.” His eyes crinkled in worry.

“It’s important to see it,” I said. “It’ll help us start fresh, see if we missed something.” We were pretty desperate. “I’ll need your eyes.”

He looked down, embarrassed but pleased.

There was still something bothering me from the kidnapping, and I had to check it out. “Oh, and call the prison and see what Hank Williams was doing last night, if he had any visitors or doctor’s visits.”

Joshua gave me a strange look, but nodded.

I heard my name called in a high-pitched voice from across the road. Angela, Jessie, and Cassandra waved at me with huge smiles plastered on their faces.

A bus drove by, blocking them from view. My head was still in the case, but I quickly put up a mask for the girls. Once the bus passed, blowing my hair out of my face with its speed, they galloped over, waving medals.

“I did it, I did it,” Angela exclaimed. She clutched my arm and shoved her 1
^st
place medal in my face. “I won the tournament!” She giggled, her eyes shining. “I couldn’t wait to see you, so we came here.”

I brought her in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you,” I whispered in her ear. “You worked hard for this. And now you’re the best of the best.”

Jessie winked at me. “Well, she hasn’t fought
you
yet, so we can’t say that.”

I high-fived Cassandra and ooo’d and ahh’d over her 3
^rd
place metal. And then I listened as Jessie told me that she landed on her ankle wrong and had to withdraw from the tournament early. “If I hadn’t,” she said, “I’d have beat Angela for sure.”

Angela rolled her eyes and I laughed. Joshua took a step back. “You wish,” Angela said.

“Oh, hey,” I said. “You have to meet Joshua Tasi. He’s an intern at the DA office, and he’s my right-hand man on this case.”

Jessie and Cassandra looked down shyly, intimidated by his powerful form. But Angela stuck out her hand for a hearty handshake.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across my face. I turned and saw Hank Williams. His attorneys stood a few feet away next to a dark limo that idled by the curb. No reporters in sight—I guess they were on to the next story.

Joshua took a step toward the girls, as if wanting to shield them.

I put my hands in my pockets and stared at Hank Williams with animosity. I knew the evil he had done, and I wasn’t going to pretend he was anything other than a dangerous man.

“Are those your little sisters?” he asked.

His voice gave me the chills.

I didn’t answer. His back was to the sun and I squinted up at him, not wanting to look away. It was a nosy question and there was no way I was giving him any information about them. He glanced up and down at Angela and heat crept up my neck.

It was the first time I had been close to him. His hair was dirty blond with gray streaks. He had a trimmed goatee and bushy eyebrows, with a fat chin and ears that were too big. His dark eyes were beady and watery, as if the sunlight hurt them. There was nothing more I’d like to do than punch him in the nose.

“You tried your best, dear,” he said. “There was nothing more you could do.” He rubbed his jaw and then smoothed down his mustache.

The girls behind me were silent. They knew a creep when they saw one.

I didn’t move, didn’t let any recognition in my eyes. I just waited for him to move on. Sometimes the best comeback was letting him know he wasn’t even worth a reply.

Williams leaned forward and I smelled Old Spice on his jacket.
Yuck
. “I’ll see you later,” he whispered. “It’ll be great getting to know you better.”

That was when I broke his gaze. If I held it any longer, I would lose my self-control. I swallowed the rising wall of anger breaking against my chest like a wave.