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.

 

      Adams entered Kings Office, he wanted to see him before his partner arrived.

“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 Adams and you know it”

“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”

Logan, please don’t do this”

“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 Logan!” he replied as he walked away.

 

      “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.