his eyes; this meeting was going to take awhile. "All
the evidence is circumstantial. Right now, it is your word
against his. However, we do have grounds based on the incidents
to work on a much stronger case for the Rico laws. One way
or another, Lenny will stay in jail."
"I'm not worried
about that piece of scum right now." Bron looked out
the window as the snow fell from the sky.
that is what you wanted. What else are you concerned about?"
Maddigan wasn't sure which problem Mrs. Richardson was thinking
a look with Kevin, she shrugged her shoulders, "It's
at Webster for a hint, when Webster raised his head up and
down once; he knew what the concern involved. "We won't
hurt your friend Steve when we bring him in. Every one of
his friends, including you, state that he is mentally unstable."
"I don't want
Stevie hurt, he needs help," Bron uttered.
get it, safely in the prison system where his ass belongs,
far away from you." Kevin spoke as he read the paper
that was placed in front of him. His voice held a matter-of-fact
tone and nothing else.
Webster paused and looked at Bron and Kevin. "I'll be
honest, Lenny has the best group of defense lawyers that his
brother's money can buy. They will try and rip you apart but
we have a few surprises for them."
discovery? You can't have surprises?" Now Kevin was truly
creating them, Lenny will. Certain things will come to light
in this trial and the aftershocks are going to be felt for
a long time. I guarantee you, Lenny will not get out of jail
and few may join him."
Bron noted the
coldness in Webster's voice and appearance. She didn't know
who or what he was referring to but now she was worried. "Stop
for a minute." Bron left the room and returned with her
office telephone from upstairs. Unplugging the standard house
phone, she plugged the office telephone into the jack.
Kevin and Jake
surmised on their own who she was calling. It wasn't a stretch
for either one of them. Webster's tone and actions had set
this ball rolling.
Placing the telephone
in the middle of the dinning room table, she dialed a number.
Suzie answered the phone in full business form.
he?" Bron's voice was short and tense.
Suzie didn't question
Bron's abruptness, she knew what was going on today. "Your
Bron's nose wrinkled,
"He needs to get his own."
Suzie wasn't going
there, she was tense enough on her own. She had received news
today that would not only turn her world upside down but everyone
else's as well. "He doesn't have his own office. Hang
Bron's face puckered
up, turning her head to the side, she looked at Kevin. "She's
Kevin's brows shot
to the ceiling, "Gee and you are so sweet too."
Bron wasn't nice; obviously Suzie wasn't going to be nice
back or she was choosing to ignore it.
Mc pulled his head away from the computer. All he heard was
a strange voice speaking loudly.
"This is highly
irregular. I don't think we should continue with this."
Maddigan closed his folder.
Maddigan was posturing
for full control of this case. Kevin wasn't about to let that
happen. Webster was going to remain in control so that he
could find out what was really going on. "If you want
a trial, you will continue. Otherwise we'll fly back to Lexington
tonight." Kevin didn't question the call, nor did he
let it needle him like he normally would. Obviously Bron was
looking for reassurance the Mc wasn't going to join Lenny
in jail. If she knew the truth that they had been hiding from
her, the call would have never been made. Kevin needed to
find a way to tell her without her blowing up. Although he
didn't see a way of preventing the blowup since she had been
lied to once again. His own words were chewing on him, about
no more lies or secrets. "Good time to get a conscious."
Bron looked at him.
Kevin stood up and walked to the French doors to make sure
Kaylin was still upstairs.
When Bron spoke
her voice croaked, "Help me…"
Spark," Mc rubbed his eyes. He was tired, he wasn't sleeping
well, and lately he would do anything for a decent nights
sleep. Worry, guilt, and sorrow at him nightly, even when
his own wife was lying next to him.
opened Maddigan's folder, "We can continue. This is the
other half of the witness list."
Maddigan stared at the telephone rendered speechless.
"The one and
only," Mc quipped, knowing he had an audience.
Kevin ambled back
to his chair. "Thank God for that."
Star," Mc laughed at Kevin.
"What do you
have to do with this?" Bron glared at Webster and then
at the telephone, something wasn't right.
I'm just a character witness for you," Mc jumped on the
question to quell Bron's suspicions. He would tell her the
real truth in the coming days but only face to face. He wanted
her to know before the beans were spilled in the courtroom,
even though all parties concerned except Kevin and Jake advised
Bron pushed for
a more direct answer, something wasn't right. "That isn't
what I hear. Are you playing both sides of the fence again?"
Mc blew out a breath, sometimes he had to give a little to
satisfy his partner.
Bron grimaced. She had an answer but it wasn't a full one
and she knew it. Somebody was full of shit but she wasn't
going to find out who right now. Her angry eyes landed on
Kevin, "And you knew about this?"
Mc stifled the
laugh, he knew who she was speaking to without even being
in the room. "Don't tear up Kevin's ass because you're
pissed at me. When I come up the day after tomorrow, we'll
talk. Just the two of us."
Kevin sat back in the chair and stretched.
much?" Mc laughed at Kevin again.
Jake cooled the
conversation quickly. When the three of them went at it, it
wasn't a pleasant experience. The freak side show of this
dynamic group didn't need to be showed to Maddigan. "Stop
now," Jake spoke and then waited for them all to calm
the folder. "This should be done separately."
Mc understood the
why but also was smart enough to know that wouldn't happen.
"I'm here for moral support."
have any morals," Bron balked getting her dig in because
she was still pissed off. "He's amoral."
Mc had had enough,
"I can hang up."
say a word. Webster had informed him Bron and Mc's history
and then Kevin's involvement. He didn't understand it and
wasn't going to pretend to. He might as well just begin so
this could be over with. "The courtroom will have a judge,
a witness box, defense and prosecution tables, law clerks,
court TV, I get the idea." Bron had enough of this non-sense
and wanted to get this over with.
to Webster, who in turn shook his head. "She knows the
layout of a courtroom. She knows Lenny and many of his colleagues
will be there. Just give her the standard run down."
Kevin wanted to address came up. "Can we get a closed
courtroom with no press? This is going to be hard enough on
her without the rags and gossip sheets jumping on it."
not. This case will generate a ton of publicity on the local
level. The national attention will be because of you."
Maddigan offered a faint hint of dismay over that point.
Bron closed her
eyes wondering for the first time if she could really do this.
This trial would not only impact her, but everyone associated
with her, from her children to all things connected to Backstreet.
"I really don't want the tabloids to have access to the
details of the attack, or anyone else for that matter."
Kevin sat and listened.
Bron still hadn't taken possession of what had happened to
her. Bron needed to, not in the sense that it was her fault
or blame but the fact that she was violently assaulted in
her own home. When she did speak of it, it always referred
to by using the word 'the'. Someday she would have to take
ownership of it to rid herself of some of the heartache. The
event would never be forgotten but maybe the pain could be
dulled when she finally owned what happened and absolved herself
of the blame. As far as he could tell that would be a long
way off unless something propelled her into it full force.
Mc had been listening
and the guilt was heavy. "A plan has been put into place
to take of the media circus."
echoed from all.
Webster confirmed Mc's words as if he actually knew what Mc
was speaking of.
"I would like
to be informed," Maddigan stated at the audacity of the
man on the end of the telephone.
to kill Mc right now. "When the details are finalized,
we will let you know."
Mc grumbled as he moved the office chair.
Bron heard the
squeaking and rolling of the chair. "Are you on my computer?"
Kevin moaned quietly to Jake.
"Why yes I
am Spark," Mc snorted. He had been trying to get onto
the damn thing all day.
"Get off of
it! My stuff is on there!" Bron yelled into the speakerphone.
Mc clicked more
keys. "I wouldn't worry about it. I don't have the password
and I can't figure it out."
"I don't have
a password." Bron's eyebrows dipped down in concentration
and the she smiled. "Tell Suzie I said thanks,"
Mc jammed the keyboard shelf closed.
stay focused people. There are too many things to go over."
Maddigan began,"This case is going to be based on character
witnesses. Your word against Lenny's. From what I have read,
you have some points that the defense is going to target and
use against you."
Bron sat up and
listened, "Let's hear them. I think I already know but
I don't like surprises."
a milk and cookie Mom. You have a presence that crosses all
lines. You have children, you were a widow and now you are
a wife again. You work in a man's world."
"I like it
too," she smiled wide. "I can take them to their
knees in a bid when I play dress up and they think I'm a dumb
Kevin scoffed at
the remark; dumb was funny to him as well.
his head, "That attitude right there will sink this trial.
You have to appear vulnerable and sweet."
The deranged laughter
from the telephone muffled Kevin's laughter too.
"Both of you
are mean," Bron turned surly quickly. She had her moments
when she could be that way and they both knew it.
Kevin's voice sent a warning for her to settle.
not saying you are. However if you come out with that attitude,
you will alienate all the male jurors. They'll turn it over
in their heads and make it seem like Lenny did nothing more
than put you in your place." Maddigan didn't like to
put such a scenario on his own gender but it was the truth.
Bron fired back with her eyes blazing. The chair shot out
from under her as she jumped up and leaned over the table
directly into Maddigan's face. Jamming her index finger into
the glass of the tabletop as she spoke she continued to yell
at Maddigan. "I did not ask for my husband to be taken
from me. My daughter to be raised without her father. I DID
NOT ASK TO HAVE MY BODY VIOLATED WITH AN ACT OF VIOLENCE BECAUSE
LENNY WANTED TO GET EVEN WITH MC!" Both of her hands
now rested on the table as she huffed to try and suck air
into her lungs. Her arms perpendicular to the table and her
entire body weight resting on them; Bron's feet no long touched
the floor. A caress on her hand caught her off guard. It was
Kevin's thumb, his entire hand covered hers now; his thumb
moving slowly in small circles over the top of her hand.
The others sat
and cast cautious looks to one another. Bron's eyes were focused
on the hand that rested on hers. Not one person spoke as tears
dropped onto the hand that covered hers and softly rolled
to the glass covering the table. Without picking her head
up, she spoke. "I guess I need to work on controlling
my feelings a little better."
the room for what seemed like forever. The air seemed stifling
to her. Kevin was the one to break the silence. "You
have been controlling that for a long time. It was time for
you to take ownership and you just did. I'm proud of you for
that because I know it has been a long time coming. I really
didn't think you ever would."
Clearing her throat,
she sniffed and looked at him. "I need some coffee."
"Make her some coffee Jake," the voice cracked from
she murmured to the phone.
"So am I Spark,
so am I." Sighing Mc closed his eyes as Suzie opened
the door. She set a cup of coffee on Bron's desk. Mc eyed
her suspiciously; this was out of character for her. "Thanks,"
he grabbed the cup and took a long sip.
Suzie quietly began to shut the door.
off, she may need you."
the door closed quietly.
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