Bron took the witness
stand again. Kevin could see she was focused on Maddigan. When
the anxiety became too much she would glance to him. He sat
back in the chair with one ankle resting on his other knee,
his fingers idly playing with the cuff of his pant leg. Maddigan
kept drilling her on the same questions from the day before,
her past and her present. Where she was, what she was doing,
who she was involved with.
Maddigan spoke directly to the judge. "Prosecution rests
with this witness."
Kevin watched Bron shake as Maddigan called an end to Bron's
questioning. His eyes traveled to his watch, it was a half hour
until the lunch break. He hoped the hell the judge would break
early before Bron was cross-examined. Bron was falling apart
even if nobody but he and Mc could see it.
"There is no sense in starting and stopping. We'll break
for lunch and then reconvene at one." The judge slammed
the gavel down and once again Kevin could breathe naturally.
Kevin was eavesdropping on the defense table as Bron waited
in the witness box for the bailiff to clear the courtroom. Mc
bumped his elbow into Kevin's side. Kevin turned to Mc as they
both listened to the conversation coming from the defense table.
The voices started out low and the volume rose slightly. Kevin
heard a sound and turned to look at them casually. His legs
were still crossed, his elbow rested on the chair. His head
was propped in his hand. He was pretending to stare at his wife
but he was listening to the agitated attorney speak harshly
"Lenny I'm telling you right now I don't care what you
have done or how you have done it, but your brother has issued
a warning that nothing else will happen with this. You'll get
off, the lady will go back to wherever the hell she came from
and this is over." The lawyer snapped his briefcase shut.
"It's not over until I break Mc. I was close this morning.
My friend will see that it's taken care of. He has friends in
the right places" Lenny chuckled.
"You're a fool." The attorney yanked his briefcase
off the table and left Lenny with the guard.
Kevin leaned down pretending to tie his shoe. Mc did the same.
"Now I'm worried because I think we all know who his friend
is and why there was no security detail out there this morning.
Mc you have to find Stevie, he has to be the one pulling the
strings on this. He has to be." Kevin had gooseflesh wondering
what Lenny meant by his comment.
Mc was out the courtroom doors before Bron even reached Kevin.
Kevin latched onto her hand and guided her out of the courtroom
and to the anteroom.
Bron took a chair as an officer closed the door but remained
inside with them. Kevin was uncomfortable with this scenario.
He pulled a chair across the room to be opposite Bron. Her face
was ashen. "Are you going to be sick?" Sweat had already
begun to slick her skin. Her face turned up to Kevin's. Her
eyes were huge and full of panic.
"Yes," Bron swallowed hard as Kevin dashed for a
He said nothing as his wife's stomach rejected her breakfast.
Kevin's gaze locked on the guard who didn't seem to even acknowledge
they were in the room let alone Bron was sick. Waiting until
she was finished he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door.
The cop stood there directly in their path. "Excuse us,
she needs to clean up. We'll be right back." Like hell
we'll be back. You aren't the same guy from yesterday, Kevin
yelled in his head.
Bron shook her head. "I'm fine." She turned towards
the chair she had been sitting in.
Something wasn't right in this room and it was giving him a
bad vibe. "No you're not."
Kevin towed her through the doorway. "Let's find you a
bathroom." Kevin searched the hallway and was lucky enough
to spot a female matron. With caution he walked up to her. Now
he didn't seem to trust anyone, not after this morning with
the security detail, with what Lenny said, and now a freaky
guard. Nobody was going to get close to them if he could help
"Um, my wife is sick. Is there a ladies room around here?"
The woman pointed downstairs without so much as a glance in
Kevin glimpsed down to the open foyer below them. The space
was filled with press. Kevin closed his eyes and with a puff
of air from his lungs his bangs blew up. Kevin revealed a secret
that he wasn't supposed to but he couldn't stand the fact that
Bron would have to negotiate the cameras and microphones to
go the ladies room. "She's pregnant and she's not feeling
"OH! Well, there's a restroom for employees up here. Let
me get the key." The woman smiled at him.
Kevin went back to his wife and waited. Bron's face was almost
gray, her breathing came in short inhales as she tried to hold
back the waves of nausea. Kevin bent his knees and dropped down
in front of her. He wrapped his larger hands around hers. "Hold
on darlin' she's getting a key for you."
The matron walked past them. Kevin pulled Bron from the bench
and followed the round middle-aged woman.
Slipping the lock in the door the matron pushed the door open.
"Thank-" was all Bron could get out before both hands
flew up to cover her mouth.
Kevin began to follow until a hand on his chest stopped him.
He squared his jaw and looked at the police woman.
"I'm used to meaner faces than that and this is a ladies
room." She stepped into the ladies room.
"She is my wife," Kevin turned his glare up a notch
at the woman. The glare he reserved for unruly teenage girls
"Look, I worked in the south district until I was demoted
to this when Webster was moved in. I know who you are. I know
what this trial is all about mister. Nothing will happen to
your wife on my watch." The matron entered the bathroom.
She paused, "That's a good mean face. I bet it works great
on kids." The woman closed the door in his face.
Kevin shook. If she knew all of that, then everyone in that
police station knew. "Christ," Kevin moaned.
He flipped open his cell and held the button in to turn it
on. He hoped he could pick up signal in the old ornate courthouse.
Marble, stone, and steel weren't compatible with a cell signal.
The button flashed and he hit the preprogrammed number to Webster's
Cell. Kevin searched down the corridor with his eyes for Maddigan
or any other familiar faces. He didn't find any.
"We have a problem." Webster spoke to him.
"No shit," Kevin grumbled back as he stared at the
door that separated him from his wife.
"I received word that Stevie was out here this morning
and he was too damn close." Webster's sarcasm couldn't
"Where the hell were you guys this morning?" Kevin
asked but wasn't sure if he was going to get an answer. The
'Stevie was outside' made Kevin's stomach turn. He didn't want
to know who called Webster either.
"We were here. You didn't see us. I was alerted this morning
that the South District needed reinforcements on a drug bust
so the security detail was pulled. I got a call a little bit
ago to tell me Stevie was out here this morning in plain view."
"Well now isn't that a coincidence." Kevin leaned
on the door trying to hear what was going on the other side.
He could hear talking but nothing that indicated there was a
Webster's long drawn out exhale followed his comment. "Not
"Webster this isn't going to work. An old lady who used
to work at where your suspicions lie told me even she knows
what this about. I mean she really knows and she's just standin'
around here. If she knows then they all know." Kevin pushed
the door open slightly to see the matron pressing a wet paper
towel to the back of Bron's neck as Bron stood over the sink.
"Where the hell are you?" Webster barked.
"Upstairs, using the employee restroom. Well Bron is.
She's puking her damn guts out because she knows his attorney
gets the next crack at her." Kevin placed a hand on the
door and pushed it a little. Not enough to get noticed just
enough to hear and see better. He listened.
"It's okay dear. You're going to be fine. All they have
to do is talk to the right person instead of demoting them."
Kevin closed the bathroom. Kevin was still on the phone. He
could hear Webster running up the stairs on his cell phone.
His head moved from side to side as Webster and Mc came running
up the hallway. Kevin closed his phone as Webster and Mc pulled
up in front of him.
"Who the hell is she talking to?" Webster barged
into the bathroom not giving Kevin a chance to answer. Mc followed
him. Kevin shrugged and joined the two men and the two women.
"Let's have a freaking party." Bron groaned as she
raced for the stall.
Kevin went to her and held the door open for her. He listened
to Mc and Webster shoot questions at the woman. "Who are
you?" being the first one coming from Webster.
"I'm Officer O'Hara. I was Lieutenant O'Hara until you
re-joined the force." The woman snapped to attention in
front of her superior.
"Kevinnnn," Bron whined. Bron pushed the door open
since it had swung back and whacked her.
"Sorry baby." Kevin handed her a paper towel that
the woman had dampened for him while she spoke to Webster and
Mc. Kevin stood with his hand on the top of the stall door so
it didn't smack Bron again.
"What do you know about her?" Webster stood at the
Kevin could tell nobody was leaving this room right away; Mc
blocked the door.
"What would you like to know? Would you like to know how
Lenny raped this woman? How he set up the murder of her husband
with his friend's help." The officer snarled at him.
"Oh God," Bron tried to stand up as another wave
of queasiness hit her.
"Take this out of here now!" Kevin growled. He latched
onto to Bron's waist since she had pitched forward. To hear
a complete stranger repeat the family secret was making her
heave even harder.
"No," the matron started to shove Kevin out of the
way. Kevin wasn't budging. She turned sharply to Mc in a huff.
"You punk," the woman muttered in disgust and turned
back towards Kevin.
Kevin moved aside still a little shocked from the tone the
woman used. Kevin checked the grin as he looked at Mc. A portly
woman over 50 with gray hair, glasses, and poodle perm just
called Mc a punk.
Bron stood up. She leaned her shoulders back on the metal stall.
She swiped a clean wet paper towel over her face, so much for
makeup. She pressed the towel to the base of her throat. "I
remember you from the first time."
Kevin watched Bron rest her head against the cool metal of
the stall. The officer tapped Bron's shoulder with her finger.
Bron's head rolled towards her.
She began to wave her finger in Bron's face. "I told you
he was trash twenty years ago. What are you still doing hanging
with the likes of him?" The woman shot Mc a face and tapped
the gun that rested on her side. "You should've been taken
care of a long time ago."
Kevin watched Bron pass a fleeting glance over the two men
who stood in front of her. They were waiting for an explanation
from her and so was he. "Darlin' I don't understand."
Kevin studied her. "Bron?"
"Ah Muriel," Bron sighed and then quirked her head
to the side. Bron studied Mc whose eyebrows had gone up to his
hairline. She glanced to Kevin. Funny his were doing the same
thing. She moved her gaze to Webster. His reaction wasn't the
same as the other two.
"Can I call you Muriel? I get so tired of repeating that
story. We're friends. Let it the hell go. It's my business."
Bron moved out of the stall and to the sink. Kevin took a few
steps to be at her side. Bron rinsed her mouth out several times.
Kevin watched her nose wrinkle up and she frowned. She tried
to rinse her mouth out again and again.
"How do you know all this?" Webster stood in front
of the door to the restroom after he locked it, from the inside.
Kevin's eyes darted from one person to the next. Bron obviously
knew who the woman was and by the look on Bron's face, Mc should
too. Kevin began to shift his weight from foot to foot. The
room was confining for five people.
"Muriel has been in that precinct since the beginning
of time. Haven't you Muriel?" Bron commented.
Mc's eyes narrowed and his head turned to the side. "Little
Muriel O'Hara from the Southside?" Mc questioned.
"Yes I have been there for a long time. McDonald you're
nothing but a sorry piece of-"
"Stop. He's not as bad as you think he is." Webster
defended Mc. This woman knew some things but not all things.
Muriel looked at Bron. Bron's head came up from the sink and
she looked in the mirror. Bron shrugged her shoulders up and
"That's not funny Bron," Mc growled from the other
side of the aqua colored tiled room.
Bron cracked a smile. She ran her tongue along her teeth. Kevin
didn't understand the new found confidence in Bron but it was
directly related to the old woman standing in the bathroom with
them. "You don't remember Muriel do you Mc? Muriel was
there the first time you kicked my ass into ICU. She's the one
that kept coming into the bar and pestering me to press charges.
She drove me nuts."
Kevin pulled himself up seeing the expression Mc's face. His
face showed nothing but animosity and rage.
Bron snickered as she looped her arm around Kevin's waist.
She turned to Mc and batted her eyelashes at him in an overdramatic
display even for her. "I thought she was going to get her
buddies to try and drown you in the lake. She has a daughter
my age you know."
Kevin was relieved to see the spark back in Spark. Bron broke
from him and came to stand in front of him. Her back was now
to him. He said nothing as he casually dropped both hands on
her shoulders to steady her. She was noticeably shaking. Bron
crossed her arms at her elbows and began rubbing her arms up
"Yes I was and I should've done it to. I was a greenhorn
detective back then. I moved through the ranks and made it all
the way up to Lieutenant. I was trying for Captain but Webster
was dropped in our laps and I was demoted and transferred thanks
to the Captain."
Kevin removed his suit coat and dropped it around Bron's shoulders.
He fished a lollypop out of his pocket and handed it to her.
"God, I wish you'd grow up." Bron moaned when she
stared at the piece of candy. Webster handed her a tin of mints.
"Thank you." Bron opened the top after grabbing the
box. She popped two in her mouth.
"Keep'em. You still look a little green around the gills."
Webster's demeanor changed rapidly. "Lieutenant-"
"It's officer. I've been demoted, Inspector." The
woman returned the same harsh voice to Webster he had used on
Kevin could see a stand off starting between the Mc, Webster,
and Muriel. Kevin cleared his throat. Muriel's gaze rested on
him now. He was going to offer up something he had no business
doing but to hell with all of them. What was important to him
was nestled in his arms and she was going to stay there. "I
heard you say if they talked to the right person instead of
demoting them... If you can help us out in any way with this…
to end this… as quick as possible… before I lose my wife or
my baby… I would appreciate it."
If looks could kill, Kevin would be dead by the look on Webster
and Mc's faces. Kevin tilted his head to looking into his wife's
eyes. She smiled at him as she raised her arms and wrapped her
fingers around his biceps. She was quaking as she held onto
him and he doubted anyone was aware of it but him.
"I would have but I was afraid I would get bounced off
the force or end up like her husband." Muriel's face turned
to Kevin and Bron, "Her other husband I mean." The
apologetic expression she wore couldn't be missed by either
of them. "I need protection. This isn't just a turf war.
It's escalated to a full out drug and mob war to the likes this
city has never seen."
"You'll have it Muriel and more. I can almost assure you
a promotion out of this. As a matter of fact, I will guarantee
you a promotion out of this." Mc's voice commanded the
woman's attention. The authority behind it wasn't escaping any
Kevin didn't miss the little shiver that went up Bron's body.
She dropped her head and focused on the floor. Evidentially
that voice had been used before and it wasn't a good thing where
his wife was concerned. Some days their history popped up at
the most random times. She would have questions for Mc when
this was done and over with. Kevin had questions for Mc. Just
how far up on the ladder was he anyway to make a promise like
"You're a nobody." Muriel snorted as she locked eyes
with Mc. "You're still a punk, just an older punk."
Mc reached into his pocket only to have Muriel reach for her
firearm. Kevin shoved Bron behind him. Webster's gun was out
of the holster first and pointed at his target, Muriel.
"Shit," Kevin pushed back forcing Bron to the wall
he did so.
Mc slowly pulled a leather wallet from his coat pocket. He
stretched his arm out to Muriel. Only two fingers held the billfold
in the air. His free hand was in the air. Kevin watched her
hesitate before she reached for it. Muriel never took her eyes
off of Mc as she did. The barrel of her gun never moved off
her target which was Mc's chest.
Muriel glanced down after flipping it open with one hand. She
no more peeked at what it held. "How long?" she barked
"Not long enough to make a difference for her first husband
or her but long enough to make a difference to her with this
one and the baby she's carrying." Mc's countenance didn't
seem to match the words he had spoken. There was no softening
or remorse in the grim expression he wore. Everyone stood stock-still.
It seemed as if each one was afraid to move in case it would
set someone's trigger finger off.
"Promotion?" Muriel folded the wallet closed.
"Muriel, you can be Captain of the South, if you want
it. When Bron's case is done I'm quitting. I'm going back to
Chicago." Webster entered the offer.
"He's not going to Chicago. His old lady dumped his ass,
he's moving to Kentucky with us." Bron smiled a glowing
smile as she came out from behind where Kevin had shoved her.
Bron snorted and looked at Mc. "He can be the Godfather.
Pardon the Pun."
Kevin tightened his grip on her after latching a hand onto
her upper arm. "Bron, you can shut your mouth now."
Kevin eyed the guns that had been drawn but still weren't back
in the holsters.
"Can we put those away since we're not going to be using
them?" Bron pushed the tip of Webster's gun away from Muriel.
"I don't want the precinct. I want Commander. If I get
rid of some of them, I want rid of all of them." Muriel
held the wallet out in the air.
"It's yours." Mc turned on his heel and unlocked
the door. "We need to figure this out. Let's go find the
people we need to get this done. We have to find a way to put
him behind bars and you in your new job."
Mc held the door open and waited for all of them to exit.
"Mc if you screw this up-"
"Be quiet Kevin." Mc let the door slam. They followed
Mc to the anteroom. Mc had his cell out of his Armani coat before
the doors even closed and had gone in the other direction.
Kevin surveyed the room. The guard was absent that had been
waiting with Bron and Kevin earlier.
"Where did he go?" Bron questioned Kevin.
"I dunno." Kevin surveyed the room.
"Who?" Webster glanced to Bron.
"The officer?" Bron's brows creased.
"She's right there." Webster pointed to Muriel.
"No the other guy that was in here with us," Kevin
stood up suddenly nervous, he paced as he tried to remember
what the guy looked like. "Tall guy, as tall as me. A little
younger than me. He had Blondish-brown hair."
"There was no guy in here. The detail was pulled. I told
you that." Webster shook his head at them.
"There was a guy in uniform in here with us just after
the judge broke for lunch. I barfed in the garbage can. I got
up to leave but it was like he wasn't going to let us go. Kevin
muscled by him. We went out in the hall and I sat on the bench.
Kevin went and found Muriel down the hall. She let me use the
ladies room." Kevin watched Bron stand up and walk around
the room. "Jesus, who the hell was that guy?" Bron
"Well, he wasn't our guy." Webster drew his cell
phone out. A loud rap was heard on the door. Webster's cell
phone had been dropped to the table. The two armed people in
the room drew there pistols as the door opened.
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