Twenty One
Marazzi
stared wide eyed at his friend. “That must be the stupidest fucking plan I’ve
ever heard.” he said as he scraped the fork across the plate that morning.
“Okay, you got a
better idea?”
“Sure I have”
Christian raised
his eyebrows. “Err care to share?”
“Just forget it
and stay alive!”
“I can’t, you
know that”
“Yeah it’s your
funeral bud.” Marazzi muttered as he got up from the bench and lifted his tray.
Brown drew in a deep breath, “So tell me
about this hair brained scheme of yours?”
Christian smiled
and begun to relay his plans of escape unaware that Crazy Jake had followed
Marazzi.
“Well?” the man
growled.
“She don’t know
nothing, I told you that”
“Yeah?
Well you just better make sure it fucking stays that way.”
“Or
what? What the fuck will you do?”
“I can make life
very fucking difficult for you
“Do I?”
“Just make sure
she don’t find anything!”
Jo frowned on seeing her partner come out
of the office. “Trouble?” she inquired, he shook his head. “Nothing I can’t
handle, so what we got?”
“A trip to the
library”
“What?”
“I wanna check
something out”
“
“Do what?”
“Drag me along”
“Fine, you can
stay here”
He thought about
it. “Oh shit, she always does this” he said to himself.
“So what are you
checking for now?”
“Shelby Geddes last
known address”
He looked
disapprovingly down at her. “What?”
“I wanna talk to
her; I still think she had something to do with the murder”
“And I still say
you’re wasting your time.”
“We’ll see whose
time I’m wasting; Just give me ten minutes okay?”
He drew in a deep
breath. “Ten minutes
“So you’ll do it? Run the story?”,
Stein frowned as he
pondered the situation; here was a desperate woman, desperate to clear her
son’s name. His son and here he was not sure if this kid was as innocent as his
mother was claiming. “I said once the cops officially re-open the case then
we’ll talk about It I’m sorry but that’s all I can do” Inger swallowed “But it
has been re-opened” she disagreed, he shook is head. “No, I checked already
they said that the case is still closed, what you got is a girl going off half
cocked. Inger I think your better
prepare yourself for the worse”, Inger got up from the leather chair “I’ll get
my son out of jail with or without your help” she vowed before storming out
into the cold afternoon air.
He watched her rush from his office and appear on the street where she collided with some young guy.
“Mrs Beaumont?”
Inger looked up into the face not quite recognising him at first, “Mr Read?” he
smiled as he retrieved her belongings. “Are you okay, you looked as if you
could have strangled someone?” she forced a smile, “I’m okay” she assured
tearfully. “Sorry” she added, Mark Read looked around him then glanced at his
watch. “Come on, I know where we can get some coffee and Danish” she smiled
through her tears, allowing herself to be lead along the street to the deli on
the corner.
“Hey Mr Read you
want coffee yeah?” he nodded indicating for Luigi to bring two coffees and some
Danish.
Inger fixed herself then smiled across to
where the young man sat, noting the endless row of admiring stares he was
getting from the every female who entered or left. “Are you okay now?” he asked
her, she smiled then nodded. “Yes, thank you”
“So what was it
all about?”
“I just want to
clear my son’s name”
“Oh”
“I don’t suppose
you’d be interested in taking his case, you see I
thought you could ask the judge for the files on the case”
Mark looked
regretful. “I’m sorry but there’s got to be grounds for a case to be re-opened”
“Oh”
“Is there any
grounds?”
“The
fact that my son is innocent.”
“Listen, I’ve got
the rest of the morning off, so, suppose you tell me everything and I’ll tell
you if I can help or not?” Mark noted the look of hope wash across the woman’s
face but even before she spoke he had his doubts.