Trial Junkies

A sharp, horrified shriek rose from the living room.

'You stupid, stupid fool!'

They all swiveled their heads to find Lola Baldacci jumping to her feet as she stared at the TV screen. Then she turned a pair of accusing eyes on Ronnie and shouted, 'What did you do? What the hell did you do?'

They all scrambled out of their seats and into the living room, their gazes falling on the widescreen as BREAKING NEWS! played across the bottom in bold white letters, the newscaster telling them that one Daniel Tillman had been found shot to death, an apparent suicide, in his Sedona, Arizona home.

Hutch was at a loss.

He had no idea why Lola-normally a cold fish-was so upset by this. Or why she had shouted at Ronnie. Or why something that had happened over sixteen hundred miles away would be considered newsworthy enough to interrupt Leno.

But when he looked at Ronnie, her face had lost all color as she stumbled back, knees buckling, grabbing at the wall to keep herself from falling, her eyes suddenly filling with tears.

And then it hit him.

Sedona, Arizona.

The dead man was little Christopher's father.

Ronnie's ex-husband.

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The details of Daniel Tillman's death were sketchy at best, but that didn't stop the local news media. They played it up in their usual fashion, pushing innuendo over fact, aided by a hysterical girlfriend who was convinced this wasn't a suicide.

'Danny hated guns,' she said between sobs. 'Somebody did this to him… Somebody wanted him dead.'

'Are you saying he was murdered?

'What else would I be saying?'

'A murder for hire?'

The field reporter worked for the Sedona affiliate, but was on special assignment to WTBW, their sister station in Chicago. Nobody in Arizona was likely to even see this report. A local suicide wasn't exactly a ratings magnet.

But here in Chicago, this was big news. And the reporter was doing his job by pushing the scenario that had already been decided on by a roomful of executives.

The girlfriend, who seemed a bit thrown by the question, sobered slightly and said, 'That's makes sense, doesn't it? All Danny wanted was raise his boy, to bring him out here where he belongs, but that murdering bitch couldn't let that happen, could she?'

'You're talking about his ex-wife. Veronica Baldacci. The woman on trial for killing one of Mr. Tillman's attorneys.'

Not quite right, but close enough for WTBW.

'Who else would I be talking about? Don't you think it's convenient that Danny winds up dead while they're still in the middle of a custody battle? Everybody already knows she's crazy.' She paused to wipe at her nose with a soiled Kleenex. 'And think about it-her name's Baldacci. I'll bet she hired some mob guy to take Danny out.' She turned and looked into the camera, black mascara running down her face. 'Are you happy now, Ronnie? Are you happy?'

Except for the fact that Veronica Baldacci was on trial for murder, not a single word of this could be substantiated, of course.

But that didn't matter.

It sure made great television.

Court was delayed the next morning.

It had been a long, emotionally wrenching night and Ronnie was understandably fragile and out of sorts. When Andy dropped them off in the underground parking lot, they were greeted at the judge's private elevator by Karen Waverly.

'Police want to talk to you both,' she said.

Ronnie looked weary. Defeated. 'About Danny?'

Waverly nodded. 'I assume you had nothing to do with it?'

A spark of life. Anger. 'How can you even ask me that?'

'That's not really an answer, but I'll take it as a no. The Sedona Sheriff's Department is calling it a suicide for now. But they aren't completely closed to the idea that it might have been more than that.'

Hutch said, 'Are you talking about that bullshit the press has been pushing? That it was a hired hit?'

'That's the vibe I'm getting.'

'So why do they want to talk to me?'

She smiled. 'Because you're the one with the money.'

Hutch couldn't quite believe this was happening, but he understood the reasoning behind it. When a possible crime has been committed, you look at the person most likely to benefit from that crime, and as much as he hated say it, the death of Ronnie's ex-husband did seem awfully convenient.

Even if she were to be convicted of Jenny's murder, Ronnie no longer faced the threat of losing her son to a man she despised. She would see Christopher on visiting days, and watch him grow up, even if only for brief moments. And if the jury went for a lesser charge, like manslaughter, it was conceivable that she would be out of prison before her son went to high school.

When it came down to it, killing Daniel Tillman made a lot more sense than killing Jenny-who, despite what WTBW might think, really had nothing to do with the custody case.

That said, Hutch didn't believe for even a millisecond that Ronnie had anything to do with either of these deaths. He was long past the doubting phase.

He was, however, disturbed by the effect the news report had had her mother.

You stupid, stupid child!

What did you do? What the hell did you do?

As he and Ronnie lay in bed last night, the phrase Dysfunction Junction once again pushed its way to the front of his mind, and he had asked Ronnie about it.

How could Lola say such a thing?

Why would she think her own daughter was somehow involved?

Ronnie hadn't answered right away. She was cried out and exhausted and lost in thought and he wasn't sure she had even heard him.

Then she said, 'I don't know if you've noticed, Hutch, but my mom isn't exactly Mother Theresa. She blames me for everything.'

'Are you saying she thinks you killed Jenny?'

Ronnie gave him a weak shrug. 'She hasn't said one way or another, but I wouldn't be surprised. I lied about not wanting her in court. Truth is, she never showed any desire to be there. She watches after Christopher, cook us meals, gives us a place to live, but if I'm looking for emotional support, I might as well shop at K-Mart.'

'I'm sorry,' Hutch said.

'I'm used to it. I told you, she's been treating me like tainted goods ever since my brother died. I think she blames me for that, too.'

'Why?'

'Because he was the good boy who played sports and got scholarships and helped old ladies cross the street, and I was the little skank who smoked dope and embarrassed her. I went to visit Chris a few days before he hung himself, and she thinks I must have influenced him somehow. Driven him to the dark side. It's all part of some