feet.
'My papers,' she started to say. Then the chair hit the window again and she clamped a hand to her mouth when she noticed the blood-smeared glass for the first time. Buckley locked her client in and pushed the woman into the hall with the elevators. This time she didn't protest. Buckley followed her and locked the door. If Dupre broke through the glass he would still be trapped in the narrow hall outside the visiting rooms.
'This is Sergeant Rice. What's the situation?' a voice asked over Buckley's radio.
'There's a prisoner in one. I just locked him in. I don't know if there's an inmate in three yet, but someone was supposed to bring Kevin Hoch down. I'm in the hall outside the elevators with two attorneys. I think Wendell Hayes is dead.' Buckley heard an intake of air. 'He's inside room two with Jon Dupre. Dupre stabbed him several times. He's got some kind of knife.'
'Okay. Hold your position, Buckley. The jail is locked down and I'll have help to you in another minute. Then I'll go in through the back door with the CERT boys.'
As they spoke, the elevator doors opened and ten members of the Corrections Emergency Response Team rushed out of the elevator in flack jackets and face shields. They were all carrying nonlethal weapons, like Mace, and three of them had man-sized Plexiglas shields.
'Buckley?' one of the men asked. Adam nodded. 'I'm Sergeant Miller. What's our situation?'
Buckley repeated what he'd told Sergeant Rice.
'Let's go in,' Miller said. Buckley opened the door to the hallway. Over the radio, Buckley could hear Sergeant Rice talking to Dupre.
'Mr. Dupre, this is Sergeant Rice. I'm on the other side of this door with fifteen armed men. If you look into the corridor, you'll see many more armed men.'
Dupre spun toward the window. He looked desperate. Both of his hands were bleeding and he was holding something shiny. Wendell Hayes was sprawled on his back. His throat and face were drenched in blood.
'We don't want to hurt you,' Sergeant Rice told Dupre. 'If you put down your weapon and surrender we'll just cuff you and return you to your cell. If you don't surrender I can't guarantee your safety.'
Dupre's eyes darted to the men in the corridor. They looked intimidating in black, with their weapons and shields.
'What will it be, Mr. Dupre?' Sergeant Rice asked calmly.
'Don't come in here,' Dupre shouted.
It was quiet for a moment. Then the rear door crashed into the room and four men swarmed in, their body shields leading the way. The room was narrow and there was nowhere for Dupre to run. He jabbed at the shields as he was driven into the wall. A CERT team member sprayed Mace in his eyes. Dupre screamed, and two of the men grabbed his legs and brought him down while the other two wrestled the knife from his hand. In less than a minute, Dupre was cuffed and in custody. Buckley saw another deputy rush over to Hayes. She searched for a pulse, then shook her head.
Chapter Fourteen.
Court adjourned early, so Amanda decided to head to the Y for a workout. It crossed her mind that she might see Toby Brooks, a possibility that made her uneasy. She tried to stop thinking about him but that was impossible. 'This is stupid,' she said out loud. 'He's a normal guy. He won't hurt you.' Then she felt sad. Before the Cardoni case, meeting someone like Toby Brooks would have excited her. The greatest casualty of her degradation at the hands of the surgeon had been her ability to trust people.
In the locker room, Amanda changed quickly, grabbed her goggles, stuffed her long black hair under her swim cap and headed for the pool. As she neared the revolving door, she grew short of breath and felt foolish. Brooks probably wasn't even working out. And if he was, he'd be swimming and there was no way she'd be able to talk to him.
But Toby was at poolside. As soon as he saw Amanda, he grinned and waved.
'Change your mind about swimming on the team?' he asked.
'Nope,' she managed. 'I'm just here for a workout.'
'Too bad. Senior Nationals are in a few months. Then there are the Senior Worlds. They're in Paris, this year.'
'Chlorine in Paris. How romantic,' she said, forcing a smile.
Toby laughed. The Masters swimmers finished a set and started to group by the pool wall.
'I've got to get these guys moving. Have a good workout.'
Toby turned to his swimmers and yelled out their next set as Amanda grabbed fins and a kickboard from a pile on the pool deck. She was putting them on the edge of the pool in front of her lane when she saw Kate Ross walking up the ramp from the locker room, dressed in tight jeans, a blue Oxford work shirt, and a bomber jacket and carrying her shoes and socks. A twenty-eight-year-old ex-cop whose specialty was computer crime, Kate was a muscular five seven, with a dark complexion, large brown eyes, and curly black hair. Several months before, while working as an investigator at Portland's largest law firm, she had asked Amanda to represent Daniel Ames, a first- year associate who was charged with murder. Amanda had helped clear Daniel's name, then hired him as an associate at Jaffe, Katz, Lehane and Brindisi. Shortly after, Amanda lured Kate to the firm.
'Come for a swim?' Amanda asked, her good mood fading because she realized that Kate's appearance meant her workout plans were kaput.
'I don't do water.'
'What's up?'
'Judge Robard tried to reach you in Judge Davis's courtroom, but you'd skedaddled. He's waiting for you in his
