TIMELESS FIRE - CHAPTER 29
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
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C.R.Myers is a Texan—born and bred in the Lone Star State. A English/Drama teacher by profession, she received her M. A. from the University of Texas at Tyler. As a teacher and professional speaker, she designed and implemented her own creative course as well as writing college sketches, which were performed on a local television station. She decided to start writing seriously only within the last few years. Since then, she has written eleven novels. Black Ice/Shadowed Road was her first published novel. Since then, Through the Shadows, Red, Red Rose, Lady’s Game, Shattered Illusion, and Blonde Logic have been published as well as nine other stories sold to area newspapers and magazines. Through her writing, she has received cards and letters from fans from all over the US and fifteen different countries. The books have sold well and the reviews have been strong, leading to seven book signings and two out of state appearances. Two of the books have been chosen as books to be presented in Austin at the Texas Book Festival.
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CHAPTER 29
The courtroom was packed with onlookers—the reporters, the investors, and the curious. Niki pushed through the throng to the back row. The attorney had told her to be ready, but not conspicuous. Was she really ready to do this? It was not too late to change her mind. She could walk right out the door and never look back.
She sat down. The lawyers made their opening statements. She tried to see Michael—to gauge his reactions. She was too far back. From her vantage point she could just make out the side of his head—the sheen of his hair. Suddenly, he turned as looked straight at her. She blushed—wanted to look away. They stayed like that for what seemed to be an eternity. Then, he turned back. She released a long breath.
The prosecutor was a long-legged brunette—stylish. Even from the back row, Niki could see the flash of her diamond studs. Her cultured nouns and expressive verbs painted a horrific picture of abuse. The jury hung on her every word. Niki cringed at the detailed description of the crime. What if she was wrong? What if Michael had beaten the woman?
By lunch the prosecution the had laid bare its case. Unless the defense came back with something strong, Michael would be indicted. She hung back as the courtroom emptied for the noon break. Michael’s lawyer caught her eye and motioned her over.
“I’m going to put you on right after lunch,” he said. “Will you be ready?”
She smiled and nodded, trying to keep him from guessing how scared she was. Lunch was torture and after the first bite or two, she didn’t even pretend to try to eat. When she arrived back in the courtroom, she sat near the front. The lawyer spotted her and smiled reassuringly. Michael stayed facing front.
By the time the judge appeared the courtroom was once again packed. Her stomach twisted into a tight cord. The defense called his first witness. She stood to her feet. She could hear the low mutters of speculation as she made her way to the front. Who is she? What does she have to do with the case?”
She stepped inside the witness box and raised her right hand. The first questions were easy. What was her name? Where did she work? Etc. The next set were harder. Where was she on the night in question? Was she alone? What was her relationship with the defendant?
“He is my fiancée.” Her voice was firm and strong. The reaction in the courtroom was immediate. First, a hush fell over the crowd and then, the dull roar of excited whispering filled the room. The judge hit the gavel against the wooden podium. Michael’s lawyer looked pleased. She didn’t dare glance at Michael.
“And you were with him on the night in question?”
“Yes.”
“All night?”
“Yes.”
“Can anyone corroborate your testimony?”
“Yes. The doorman at my apartment house.”
The lawyer turned to the judge. “If it please the court, we have the signed statement of the doorman on the night in question.” He handed the paper to the judge. “Your Honor, we’ll like to ask for a dismissal of all charges.”
The judge looked at the prosecuting attorney. “Do you have any evidence, other than the witness to place the suspect at the scene?”
“We have the video tape, your Honor.”
The judge studied the paper in front of him. “The tape could have been made at any time. I’m going to dismiss this case. Come back when you have some real evidence. Case dismissed.”
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