“I was sure that he did it. Now, I just don't know.”
“What changed your mind?”
“Sitting in that court room everyday; Douglas went a long way toward convincing me that he couldn't have done it.”
“That's his job.”
“I know.”
“He's supposed to make you doubt the prosecution’s case.”
“Well that's just what he did. He called their case a theory mixed with fact. And the brother ran it down.”
“At least he hired a brother to defend him.”
Carmen stood and gathered her things. “You mind if I go out the gate, Daddy? I just can't face Mother right now. And I know she's sitting right there in the living room, facing the door.” Once again the tears flowed from Carmen’s eyes. “Waiting, just like she used to when we were kids.”
“I understand, baby girl. I'll tell her you said good night.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Carmen kissed her father on the cheek. “Good night, Daddy.”
“Good night, baby girl. It sure is good to have you home. Call me in the morning and maybe I'll take you to breakfast.”
“I was thinking maybe I'll drop in and see detective Benjamin in the morning before I go to see the lawyer. What's his name?”
“Marcus Douglas.”
JUSTICE
“Marcus.”
“Yes Janice.”
“Carmen Taylor is here to see you.”
“The model?”
“Yes, the model.”
“Why is she here to see me?”
“She is Desireé Ferguson's sister. You wanted her to give a deposition on her sisters' state of mind prior to the murder. But she couldn't get away.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember. Didn't you cancel that?”
“My bad, Marcus. I must have over looked it, I'm sorry.”
“Don't worry about it, Janice. I'll see her. She does know the trial ended yesterday, doesn't she?”
“Yes she does, but she'd still like to see you.”
“Well, send her right in.”
Marcus stood up to receive her, his heart beat a little faster and he felt the palms of his hands were a bit damp. Janice swung the door open and ushered Carmen Taylor into the office.
“Marcus Douglas, Carmen Taylor,” Janice said, and quickly closed the door behind her.
Marcus wiped his right hand against his pants and came from behind his desk to greet her. “Ms. Taylor it is an honor to meet you,” Marcus said, as he bent at the waist and kissed her hand. It was a little over whelming for him to be kissing the hand of somebody famous. She was more beautiful in person then any of the many pictures he'd seen of her. He started to tell her, but he didn't want to seem like just another fan. A buster, lost for words in the presence of the big time model.