'Excuse me, Sergeant Hamilton. You've been replaced as the advocate on this case,' Warren Zell said. 'I thought you'd been told that.'
'Could I have a moment with Sergeant Scully, Commander?' she asked the board chairman.
Commander Van Sickle heaved a sigh and nodded. She moved briskly across the room and sat down in the empty chair beside Shane, resting her purse on the defense table. She leaned in to whisper to him.
'Since I can't prosecute you, I'd love to defend you,' she whispered in his ear.
'Are you serious?'
'You can choose anybody in the department below the rank of captain; the last time I checked, that included me. I know this case from top to bottom. I prepped it for ten days. I know where every piece of bullshit is. Warren Zell is a mediocre administrator and a worse trial advocate. Just say the word, and I'll kick his vanilla-milkshake ass.'
'Alexa, will you please represent me?' he whispered softly.
'Honored.'
'If you're through with your little discussion?' Van Sickle asked with irritation. 'I'd like to get started.'
'And I'd like to notify the board that I'm taking over as Sergeant Scully's defense rep,' Alexa announced.
'I'm afraid you can't do that,' Zell said, rising to his feet. 'She's a member of the Advocate Division and, as such, is prohibited from acting as a defense rep.'
'To be precise, I'm currently assigned to Southwest Patrol,' Alexa said. 'I was brought back to try this one case. Once I was replaced as the advocate, I was immediately reassigned to my Southwest Patrol commander, freeing me to fulfill Sergeant Scully's request that I represent him.'
Commander Van Sickle looked over at Zell.
'It's completely improper, sir,' the chief advocate protested.
'But not outside of department guidelines,' Van Sickle said. 'Sergeant Hamilton is accepted as defense rep.'
'I'd like a recess for fifteen minutes to get my files on this case out of my car and up here into the hearing room. I reproduced the entire case history and have been working on it all night.
Maybe you could get a few officers to help me? There's a bunch.'
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They adjourned, then reconvened fifteen minutes later. For the rest of the day, Alexa shredded every piece of evidence that Zell put forward.
The board had been scheduled to go for two days, but by five o'clock that evening, Commander Van Sickle had heard enough.
'If you have something substantive to add that will make your case, would you put it on now, Commander Zell? Otherwise, I'd like to entertain a motion from Sergeant Hamilton to dismiss this case.'
'Sir… Due to obvious circumstances, this case has been fraught with monumental difficulties.'
'This case should never have been brought here in the first place,' the commander scolded. 'It should have gone to a Shooting Review Board, which would have resulted in a finding of appropriate use of force. So, unless there is some statement or evidence to the contrary, I'm suggesting that this board immediately dismiss the proceeding. And let Sergeant Scully get back to work.'
Alexa so moved.
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He stood in the parking lot outside of the Bradbury Building and waited for her.
She came down at about six-thirty, carrying a stuffed briefcase and a box of paper supplies. He took the box and walked her to her car in the adjoining parking structure. They stopped at the trunk of her Crown Vic, and he put the box inside.
'I have something that belongs to you,' she said. Then she reached into her purse and retrieved his badge, gun, and ID.
'I want to get to know you better,' he said awkwardly.
'We killed half a dozen guys together… what does it take with you?' She smiled and then saw that he was serious, so she nodded her head. 'I'm free most evenings unless I'm on night watch.'
'Tonight I'm barbecuing dinner for Chooch. I'm picking him up at the Med Center and we're going home. We'd love to have you join us.'
'No… that would be wrong. You should do this one alone.'
'Tomorrow night, then?'
She nodded, and he stood there in the garage, not sure what to do. Then he reached out and took her hand.
'Are you going to kiss me?' She smiled.
'Probably not good form for the accused to kiss an advocate in the IAD parking garage…'
'But it's okay for him to kiss his defense rep,' she said.
So he took her into his arms and kissed her. The electricity that he felt again surprised him. It made him feel warm inside. His breath got short, his legs weak.
They finally separated, and she looked up at him. 'Wow, you're a good kisser.'
'Let's find another verb,' he said, grinning.
Then he turned and left her standing there, looking after him, a smile on her beautiful, exotic face.
Chapter 51
Dear Chooch, I told you once that you were an adult and that you were in charge of your life.
A man makes his own decisions but is also forced to live with the quality of his choices.
Your mother wanted a lot for you. She wanted to see you grow up to be strong, valuable, full of integrity and vision. Unfortunately, wanting something isn't the same as achieving it, but her heart was in the right place. Everything she was doing, she was doing for you. I know that's hard to envision when you're spending Christmas vacation alone in the prep school dorm, but I believe she wanted the best for you.
Sandy had parts of it right, but maybe she didn't have the whole deal figured.
Now she's gone. She died in my arms, asking me to take care of you. Making me promise that I would.
Even before that moment, I've been wanting you in my life, but I've also been wondering if I'm the right person to attempt it. Is it fair for me to mess up, when you've been given so little up to now.
And, of course, in the long run, as an adult, it should be your decision anyway. These questions have been on my mind. Since you've come to mean a great deal to me, I want you to carefully consider my offer to move in and live here, before you give me your answer.
I'm not skilled at sharing. My life has been about grabbing and holding. It's a long way from the back door of the community hospital to this house in Venice. It doesn't represent much wealth or status, but it's the best 1 could do, and I feel blessed to be here.
You asked me once if I knew who your father was, and I told you that you would have to find out from your mother, that she had sworn me to secrecy. She once told me that your father was a criminal, a drug dealer that she had helped to put in jail.
Before she died, she told me why she had asked me to take you for this month. She said she felt it was finally time for us to get to know each other.
They say that things are never the way they appear, and I guess in this case that is certainly true. Sandy loved pulling all our strings, and now we're both faced with her last request.
I know the responsibility of looking after you goes much deeper than advice or guidance or suggestions to do your homework. It's about being a worthwhile role model. I'm not sure I can do that well.
Sandy had dreams of glory for you; she wanted you to go to Princeton or Yale, to be an attorney or a doctor. I have different goals. I want you to be a man of substance. I want you to know how to be a good friend and how to love without reservation. I want your word to be your bond.
