The Fugitive (Theodore Boone 5)

A bailiff stood and bellowed, “Order in the Court.” Things were instantly quiet and still.

Ike leaned over to Mrs. Boone and said, “I don’t see Theo.” She shrugged. Mr. Boone looked puzzled. The kid was nowhere to be seen.

The bailiff waited until everyone was nice and settled, then yelled, “All rise for the Court.” Everyone jumped to their feet as Judge Gantry stepped through the rear door, his long black robe flowing behind him. And right behind the robe was his young law clerk.

As Theo stepped onto the bench and saw the packed courtroom, with everyone standing because of tradition, and everyone staring up out of respect, he decided at that instant that perhaps being a judge wasn’t so bad after all. He told himself not to smile; things were far too important for that.

Judge Gantry lowered himself into his heavy, black chair, and said, “Please be seated.” As the crowd fell noisily back onto the benches, he pointed to an empty chair next to the bench and whispered, “Take a seat there, Theo.” Theo quickly sat down. His spot was just a few feet lower than the bench—more like a throne—and from there he could see every face in the courtroom. He winked at his mother but doubted she caught it. He gazed up at the packed balcony, and thought about all his buddies at school, toiling away in class. He noticed a few people staring at him, no doubt wondering “What’s that kid doing up there?”

Judge Gantry said, “Good morning. Please bring in the jury.”

A bailiff opened a door and the jury filed in for the last time. Theo looked at the defense table and realized Pete Duffy was glaring at him.

Too bad, Pete. You’re headed for a few decades in the slammer. And you’re lucky to get that.

When the jurors

were in place, Judge Gantry addressed them: “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. A few minutes ago, in my chambers, the defendant, Mr. Pete Duffy, pled guilty to murder.”

Every juror looked at Pete Duffy, who was studying his fingernails. A few gasps rumbled through the crowd.

Judge Gantry continued, “In a month or so he will be formally sentenced by this court to prison for the rest of his life, without the chance of ever being paroled. So, at this point this trial comes to an end. I want to thank you for your service, for performing your duties as citizens. Our judicial system depends upon the unselfish service of people like you who do not volunteer for jury duty, but give of your valuable time anyway. You have been a wonderful jury, alert, attentive, and willing to serve. Thank you. At this point, you are dismissed.”

All of the jurors were surprised, some looked confused, but all seemed suddenly eager to leave the courtroom.

The judge looked at Pete Duffy and said, “The defendant will remain in the custody of the Stratten County sheriff until further notified.” He tapped his gavel and said, “Court’s adjourned.”

As they were leaving the courtroom, Judge Gantry put his hand on Theo’s shoulder and said, “Nice work, Theo. Now get your butt back to school.”

Chapter 26

A week later, Theo was in his office, suffering through his homework, listening to raindrops on his window, thinking about how boring life had become since the Duffy trial ended, when his mother opened his door and said, “Theo, could you please join us in the conference room?”

“Sure, Mom.” The meeting had been scheduled, though Theo would have little to say. He walked to the conference room, said hello to Ike, and shook hands with Sheriff Mackintosh. Both of his parents were there, and the adults had been meeting for some time before Theo was called in.

The sheriff explained that, in his opinion, Theo was entitled to the entire reward of $100,000. It was Theo who had spotted Pete Duffy, not once but twice. It was Theo who had been quick enough to take a video. He had called in Ike, and so on. It was Theo who had been recruited by the FBI to track down Duffy.

Theo certainly agreed with all of this. His problem was that his parents were getting in the way.

Mr. Boone said, “Yes, Sheriff, we know all of this, and we are very proud of Theo. But, as we’ve said, Theo has no business with this kind of money. Now or later.”

Mrs. Boone added, “And he had some help. Ike dropped everything and went to Washington to help Theo. We think Ike should get some of the money.”

Ike wanted a fifty-fifty split with Theo, but he wouldn’t admit to this.

Mr. and Mrs. Boone had already suggested that half of the money should be given to Bobby Escobar, for obvious reasons. Without Bobby, there would have been no pressure on Pete Duffy to plead guilty. And, if anyone needed the money it was Bobby.

Mr. Boone suggested that $25,000 should be paid to Theo. The money would go into a trust account for college. Another $25,000 should be paid to Ike, in cash. And $50,000 should be given to Bobby, in another trust account to be handled by Mr. Boone. The money would be supervised by the court and spent wisely.

Theo didn’t understand everything about a trust account. What he did understand, though, was that the money was off-limits to him and would be controlled by his parents. In other words, he couldn’t touch it. He wasn’t thrilled with the way the money was being divided. He couldn’t get his hands on a dime. Bobby deserved something, but half?

However, Theo couldn’t bring himself to argue with his parents. He didn’t want to seem greedy, nor did he want to take anything away from Bobby.

Ike wasn’t too thrilled either, but $25,000 was more than he had a month ago. Two days earlier, in a meeting Theo had not been invited to, Ike had argued with his brother and Marcella over how to split the money. He wanted more for Theo and himself and less for Bobby. They would not yield.

The sheriff asked Ike, “Is this okay with you, Mr. Boone?”

“Sure,” Ike said. Whatever. He was tired of arguing.

“And you, Theo?” the sheriff asked.

“Sure,” Theo said, though he really didn’t have a vote.

• • •

On the narrow street behind the office, Omar Cheepe and Paco sat low in a four-wheel drive pickup. On the dashboard was a receiver with the speaker on. As they listened to the Boones and the sheriff, they shook their heads in disbelief.

“Now we know,” Omar said. “I suspected that kid all along, and Pete knew he and his crazy uncle were in the airport. Now we know.”

“But it’s too late, right?” Paco asked.

Omar smiled and said, “Paco, Paco. Haven’t you learned that it’s never too late for revenge?”