Sasha McCandless 03 - Irretrievably Broken (34 page)

“Good,” Sasha said. She turned to walk over to the table where Naya and Larry waited.

“Wait,” Diana said, “don’t you want to talk about a deal?”

“Nope,” Sasha said over her shoulder without turning around.

The bailiff stood and announced the judge, as everyone in the room hurried to their feet.

“Take a seat, ladies and gentlemen,” Judge Foster said. She looked down at Sasha and then the district attorney. “Are you ladies ready for me to bring in Mr. Costopolous?”

Sasha stood back up. “Your honor, if I may?”

“By all means,” the judge said.

“Counsel for Mr. Costopolous wants to ensure that the Court is aware of a very recent development. Earlier this morning, an individual by the name of Rich Moravian, also known as Richard John Vickers, was taken into custody at the home of Martine Landry, a third female attorney who had previously worked at Prescott & Talbott. It appears that when Mr. Moravian was a child, Ms. Mortensen, Ms. Costopolous, and Ms. Landry represented his mother on a pro bono basis in a very contentious divorce and custody matter. So contentious, in fact, that Mr. Moravian’s biological father’s paternal rights were terminated, which has not sat well with Mr. Moravian. He apparently devised a scheme to drive wedges between the three women and their respective husbands and then, once divorce proceedings had been instituted, murder the women and frame their estranged spouses.” Sasha finished her spiel and then looked up at the judge, expectant and preternaturally calm.

The judge’s eyebrows shot skyward. “My, my. That’s what I call a dissatisfied client.”  She paused to let the audience sitting in the gallery titter, then she turned to the district attorney. “Do you have anything to say, Ms. Jeffries?”

Diana took her time standing, then shuffled her papers and smoothed her hair before responding. “Yes, thank you, your honor. I was told by the homicide detectives that, earlier this morning, Mr. Moravian did, in fact, confess to the murder of Ellen Mortenson. Accordingly, I have prepared a motion to dismiss the charges against Mr. Lang.”

The judge squinted at her and said, “Do I hear a
but
coming, Counselor?”

The district attorney gave her a small smile and continued, “However, Mr. Moravian has denied any connection to Ms. Costopolous’s murder. He claims he did hire a model to flirt with Mr. Costopolous and sent photographic evidence to Ms. Costopolous. And he did, in fact, accost Ms. Costopolous in her car in the parking garage on the morning of her death with the intent to kill her.”  She paused and cleared her throat. “But, upon being informed by Ms. Costopolous that she was with child, he realized he could not go through with it, and he fled the scene.”

Sasha shot to her feet. “Your honor!”

Judge Foster put up a hand and said, “You’ll get your turn.”

“The People are investigating that story, your honor, but, at this time, intend to proceed with its case against Mr. Costopolous,” Diana explained.

The judge shook her head. “Are you sure about that?” she asked.

“Yes, your honor.”

“Well, then, bring in the defendant,” Judge Foster said to the bailiff.

He picked up the phone.

Sasha leaned over to Naya and whispered, “Give me the pictures.”

Naya passed her a manila folder.

“Your honor? May we approach while we’re waiting?”

The judge shrugged and then waved them up with her hand. Sasha, followed by Larry, approached from one side; Diana and her lackey from the other. The judge flipped a switch and turned on a white noise machine. Its whooshing sound filled the small courtroom.

She leaned forward over the bench. “What’s up?”

“Your honor, I came into possession of these photographs after court on Friday. I don’t know if the District Attorney has seen these yet, but I think they’d help inform her decision,” Sasha said, holding up the folder.

The judge reached down and took it. She flipped it open and grimaced at the first picture. She turned it over and looked at the second one, with two Xs, one obliterating Ellen’s face, the other Clarissa’s.

“Two down, huh?”

“Exactly, your honor,” Sasha said. “The women in these photographs are, from left to right, Ellen Mortenson, Clarissa Costopolous, and Martine Landry. The evidence is overwhelming that the same person killed Ms. Mortenson and Ms. Costopolous
and
that he intended to kill Ms. Landry.”

The judge passed the folder to Diana Jeffries, who opened it and stared. Then she turned to the second photograph.

Diana turned to Sasha and said through clenched teeth, “Where did you get these?”

“I’ll be happy to have a witness come in and explain in open court, if the District Attorney’s Office insists on moving forward with this farce,” Sasha said, addressing the judge and not her adversary.

The judge said, “Diana, don’t do this. If I have to dismiss these charges from the bench, it’s going to destroy your campaign. Obviously, Mr. Moravian or whoever he is realizes that copping to murder of an unborn child will sign his death warrant, so he concocted this ... story. But, you don’t have the goods on Costopolous. Drop it now and save yourself. Build a case against this Moravian guy and nail his hide to the wall for killing that young woman and her baby.”

For a long moment, the only sound was the white noise. Then the door from the hallway swung open and banged against the wall with a loud thud.

Judge Foster glanced up and frowned. Sasha turned and saw a uniformed police officer standing in the doorway.

“Can we help you, officer?” the judge asked, flipping off the white noise machine.

The police officer looked young to Sasha. Possibly even younger than Judge Foster’s interns.

She gripped her patrol cap with both hands and cleared her throat. “Yes, ma’am. I mean, your honor. I’m sorry to interrupt but I need to speak with the District Attorney, ma’am. Detective Gilbert sent me. It’s urgent,” she said. She stood ramrod straight and waited for an order.

The Judge waved a hand at Diana. “Go talk to her, but make it quick.”

“Yes, your honor.” Diana bobbed her head and hustled down the aisle to the waiting police officer.

They whispered loudly for a few moments. Sasha could tell from the district attorney’s posture that she was growing irritated. Finally, she nodded and put up a hand to cut off the patrolwoman. Diana stormed back toward the bench, frustration flashing in her dark eyes.

When the district attorney reached her spot next to Sasha, the judge flicked a switch and white noise filled the courtroom again.

“Well?” Judge Foster demanded.

“Well,” Diana said, smoothing her features into an approximation of a smile, “the murder weapon does not appear to be from Mr. Costopolous’s tool set.”

Sasha hid her surprise.

“Is that so?” the judge asked.

Diana looked sideways at Sasha then nodded.

“Yes. It seems Mr. Costopolous has a Craftsman Professional toolset, and the hammer found at the scene was a DeWalt. I am also told that the hammer found at the scene appeared to be brand new, save for its use in the attack.”

The judge looked from Diana to Sasha and then back to Diana. “Ms. Jeffries, it’s time to make a decision. Fish or cut bait, as they say.”

Diana Jeffries smiled a broad politician’s smile, but anger stained her cheeks beneath her freckles and she said, “In light of the totality of the evidence, the People will withdraw the charges against Mr. Costopolous.”

“Go back to your tables,” the judge instructed, then she nodded to the bailiff.

They returned to their seats as the sheriffs arrived with Nick. He’d aged over the weekend. His eyes were dull, his skin gray. Sasha felt a twinge of pain when she looked at him.

Larry clasped him on the back. “Did they treat you okay, son?” He’d called his friend and had extracted a promise that Nick would be protected.

“As well as could be expected, I guess,” Nick answered. His voice was like his eyes, lifeless and flat.

Sasha leaned over. “It’s almost over, Nick,” she whispered close to his ear.

He didn’t respond.

The judge moved her microphone close and said, “Good morning, Mr. Costopolous.”

“Uh, good morning, your honor.”

“Ms. Jeffries?” The judge said.

Diana stood. Sasha saw her chest rise as she inhaled deeply, perhaps thinking about the upcoming election. She exhaled slowly, then she said, “May it please the court, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania moves to drop the charges against Mr. Costopolous in light of new evidence that has come to the attention of my office.”

A murmur of surprise shot through the audience.

Nick grabbed Sasha’s arm. “Is she serious?”

“Yes,” Sasha answered, removing his hand and patting it.

“What new evidence?” he asked.

“They found the man who killed Ellen and your wife. He grabbed Martine Landry’s son this morning,” she whispered.

“What? How?”

“I’ll fill you in later.” Sasha turned her attention back to the judge.

“Mr. Costopolous, the charges against you are dismissed. Sir, you are free to go,” Judge Foster said, giving Nick a warm, genuine smile.

Diana started to pack up her bag. Her assistant cornered Larry. Sasha heard him promise that he’d send papers over before lunchtime dropping both the motion to revoke Greg’s bail and the charges against Greg.

They were done. She had two free clients, and a killer was in custody.

“That’s it?” Nick said.

“That’s it,” she answered.

CHAPTER 58

Still flushed with the excitement and adrenaline that came with victory, Sasha wandered around her office, straightening stacks of paper and otherwise wasting time until Maisy showed up for the promised exclusive.

She picked up the phone, thought about calling Connelly, then dismissed the idea. What would she say?
How’s the house-hunting? By the way, I caught a killer, saved a woman’s life, and got my clients’ murder charges dismissed; wish you were here to celebrate with me?

She was returning the phone to her desk, when Naya walked in, a bounce in her step and a bottle of champagne in her hands. She noted Sasha’s hand, still on the phone.

“Did you call Connelly?” she asked.

“What? No. Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Sasha, call him.”

Sasha jerked her head toward the bottle and changed the subject. “Where’d that come from?”

“Prescott & Talbott,” Naya answered, placing it on the conference table and giving Sasha a long look.

“Are you serious?” Sasha couldn’t believe the balls on Cinco.

“Well, Will Volmer, specifically,” Naya clarified.

That was less creepy. Will had already left her a message congratulating her and letting her know he’d do what he could to protect Caroline. Sam had also left a message. As had Detective Gilbert. She supposed she should start returning them.

Larry came through the door with Nick and Greg in his wake. “Look what I found on my way in.”

Greg shook Sasha’s hand. “Thank you. From my heart, Sasha, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said.

Nick enveloped her in a tight hug. He’d showered and smelled like cologne. “Thank you,” he murmured into her hair.

She freed herself and tugged her jacket down. “And you’re welcome, too.”

“We came to invite you to my place for a sort of combined wake and celebration. We’re going to remember our wives and give thanks for our freedom,” Nick said. “Will you join us? All of you?” he said, including Naya and Larry with a wide smile.

“Sure,” Naya shrugged.

“One drink to toast freedom, of course,” Larry said.

“I have a meeting in a few minutes,” Sasha said, “but maybe I’ll catch up with you after.”

“Please do,” Nick said.

 “Let me grab my purse. I’ll meet you guys downstairs,” Naya said and walked over to her office.

The men trooped out of the office, Larry in the lead, waxing poetic on freedom and the criminal justice system.

Naya popped her head back in. “You are coming, right, Mac?”

“I’ll try,” she said.

“Call Connelly,” Naya said and withdrew her head before Sasha could respond.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The empty offices were too quiet, and Sasha was too fidgety to stay there alone until Maisy arrived. The glow from the win had worn off and something was nagging at her, tugging on the back of her brain.

So, she headed downstairs for a wholly unnecessary cup of coffee.

Ocean and Kathryn were huddled by the cappuccino machine, giggling and whispering. She walked over to the counter.

“Hi, Sasha,” Kathryn said, unable to hide her grin.

“What’s so funny?” Sasha asked.

“Nothing.” More giggles.

Ocean burst out laughing, “Kathryn just saw her crush.”

Sasha looked around. The shop was empty.

“A customer?”

“Not one of ours. Yours.” Ocean said.

Kathryn poured Sasha a coffee and said, “A client, I guess. He was with Naya and Larry and some other dude. He’s old. But he’s cute in a swarthy way.”

The girls dissolved into more laughter. Sasha realized they were talking about Nick and shook her head.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she said, turning to leave.

Kathryn elbowed Ocean, and they pulled themselves together. “Don’t be mad,” Kathryn said, “I would never hit on one of your clients; he’s just so smoldering.”

“I’m not mad, but he’s way too old for you. And, he’s a widower. They both are,” Sasha said, in case the girls didn’t follow the local news.

Ocean gasped. “Like, they had wives? And now they’re dead?”

“Just like that,” Sasha said.

“Oh, that’s so sad,” Kathryn said. “Especially for the cute one.”

Ocean turned to her friend and said, “You know he’s not
that
cute, Kath. And he’s kind of creepy.”

Kathryn rolled her eyes.

“Well, he creeped
me
out,” Ocean insisted.

Sasha was curious. “What did he do that creeped you out, Ocean?”

Ocean hesitated, then she said, “I mean, it wasn’t a big deal. It was just kinda odd. One day last week, the sink in the back was leaking, so Jake sent me over to Home Depot to get some washers right after the lunch rush died down, you know?”