BREAKING STEELE (A Sarah Steele Thriller) (2 page)

It was
too
easy.

We had the body, with trace evidence still on her and in her. We had his DNA and his prints on the stun gun he used to kill her. The police picked Hank Williams up just south of town, at an abandoned farmhouse in foreclosure. He was asleep next to a tub full of bloody water. The neighbor had called the police. It was about as open and shut as it could get.

I sipped my green tea with a hint of honey, and breathed in its steam. Drinking it made me feel clean inside. I never went a morning without it. By the end of the day I needed thick, black coffee, but I always wanted to start fresh.

My apartment overlooked the beautiful Boise skyline, and this morning the haze seemed a little heavier then usual.
Nothing like crisp, clean, city air.
And we had it most of the time, but not this week.

My cell phone buzzed and I looked at the number. It was Angela. I answered as I took my bowl to the sink.

“I saw your picture in the paper,” she said in her sweet girly voice with a hint of an Italian accent. “And my mom finally believes you really are an important person.”

I laughed. “I tried to convince my mom of the same thing, but didn’t succeed.” I rinsed my bowl off and set it in the dishwasher. “Are you prepared for the tournament today?” The girls had a regional kickboxing tournament they’d been training for. It killed me that I had to miss it, but this trial had me working long hours without many breaks.

“I just need you to wish me luck before I leave.” Her voice muffled and I heard Jessie and Cassandra yell, “Wish us luck, too. She can’t have all the luck.”

“Good luck,” I shouted with a laugh. “Each of you are powerful inside and out. Angela, remember not to stray too close to your opponent during the fight. Jessie, follow through with your roundhouse. Cassandra, your left jab is your greatest strength, don’t forget to use it. And remember to have fun.”

“We’ll come back with metals to decorate our dojo with,” Angela said. “Bye!”

I smiled as I hung up. Those girls were challenging, rough, and time consuming. But they were more than worth it. They helped dispel the despair I felt over what I came across at work. And when I was being honest with myself, I knew they helped me feel like I was fixing something that I’d broken a long time ago. If only I’d had an older person go through life with me when I was young, maybe I wouldn’t have gone through what I did.

As I slipped into my high-heels, my phone buzzed again. It was the office. “Steele,” I answered.

“You out of bed? We need you down here right away.” It was my boss, Dan Butler. Just the sound of his voice set me on edge. He was a constant thorn in my side.

“What’s up? You get something new on Williams?” I downed the last of my tea and headed to the bathroom as I spoke.

“You could say that. We have a meeting with the judge at ten. They said they have something of immediate importance.”

It must be bad if the judge is calling an impromptu meeting.
“I’m on my way.”

I thought of over a million different reasons for an emergency meeting. None of them were in my favor. Did they have the stones to pleadinsanity
?
Maybe they were going to tell us he escaped or killed himself. Neither of the scenarios were out of the realm of what this guy would try to pull.

Twenty till ten I made my way up the courthouse steps and went into the ladies room to make sure I looked the part. My hair was pulled back in a comfortable pony and I had on my black suit jacket with a short skirt to match. I looked professional, but still like a woman. I put on a fresh coat of lipgloss and then rubbed it off, thinking better than to look
too
put together.

I could tell the judge’s wife had decorated his room. There were too many fake flowers and decorative urns. Even though the room was big, it seemed crowded. Too many people in here were too big for their britches. There was Dan Butler, in his designer suit and haircut that cost more than mine. Then on the other side of the room were Williams’ four lawyers, all in black. When the judge came into the room I stood, along with the others. Dan had his hands shoved into his pockets, which he only did when he was nervous.

“Have a seat.” The judge was a curt old pig who had been on the bench when dinosaurs still walked the earth. I thought he was rude and pretentious and everything in between, but when it came down to it—he was fair.

“I have been presented with new evidence. It seems that a member of the jury has come into some money as of late.” He cleared his throat and continued.

I swallowed. This could mean getting a whole new jury. I didn’t want a new jury. I liked our jury.

“The juror said he was paid to make sure the defendant would be found guilty.” He looked up from behind his spectacles and smirked.

Dan objected. “If you are accusing me or anyone in my office of buying off the jury, you are mistaken. We have an open-and-shut case.”

But the defense attorneys wouldn’t let him get away with that. They chimed in with their piece. This was just what they had been waiting for. I knew it at the pit of my stomach. Maybe this is why Williams had looked so smug.

“The defense asks for an immediate mistrial upon such evidence. The media has already been displaying my client as a cold-blooded murderer, and any effort to find an unbiased jury is now out of the question.” The bald lawyer, Mr. Sawyer, stood as if he was going to leave.

“Sit down, Mr. Sawyer,” the judge ordered. Sawyer sat. “I will call for a replacement, that is why we have them. I won’t call for a mistrial.The jury pool has been sequestered and you are free to interview the alternates if you’d like.” The room grew silent.

I seethed inside. It was a ballsy move to bribe the jury, but one that didn’t surprise me. I didn’t think it was any of these attorneys that did it—they were too afraid of the consequences. But Williams, he would not be above such things. This meant he had a network to work with, people on the outside to do things for him.

If this cost the case, so help me. I’d hunt that network down.

“We object, your Honor,” Sawyer said. “The jury pool has been tainted. How do we know more have not been paid off?” Sawyer shot a look of disgustmy way and I gave him a death glare.

I spoke up, my voice calm. “Why would we pay anyone? Other than being unethical and downright absurd, we have no reason to mess this trial up.”

“You overestimate the power of evidence and underestimate the power of a jury,” the judge said in a snide voice. He suddenly blinked at me, as if realizing who he was talking to. He turned to Dan. I tensed at the slight, but then relaxed when I remembered that he just wanted to get me worked up. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Mr. Butler,” he said, “there is no such thing as an open–and-shut case. Surprises are always possible. Nothing like this can happen again or I’ll declare a mistrial.”

My expression sobered. It was just sinking in how close to losing this case we were before we even got started. My heart sped up, and I willed the judge to decide in our favor.

He continued. “There will be a full investigation into this matter, but my ruling is final.”

The four sharks consulted with each other. One of them, a white-haired man with a pink tie, was more animated than the rest. I leaned in, trying to hear what they said, but I couldn’t. Finally, they turned and said, “No objections.”

“Good. We will continue as planned and I will see you in my courtroom in one hour. And when I find out who is behind this, I will seek to have the culprit charged to the full extent of the law. Good day.”

Chapter 3

WHEN I STEPPED INTO the court hallway, the buzz assailed me. Everyone was fired up about something. Cops were running down the hallway, attorneys were whispering to each other and frantically passing papers, and everyone’s eyes were alarmed.

Adam Boden, a nice man who graduated at the same time I did, rushed past me. I caught his arm. “What’s going on?” I asked. Dan came up to us and leaned in to hear the answer.

Adam met my eyes, serious, and then looked at Dan, and back at me. My throat tightened. In a low voice, he said, “One of the forensic techs, Joel McFay, came into work today stoned out of his mind. And they found cocaine in his locker, and traces of it all over his car and apartment.” He stopped and his eyes widened.

“So?” I said, not ready to relax but not yet seeing the significance. “They’ll fire him and get a new one.”

“No.” Adam frowned. “There’s no telling how long he’s been going to work toasted. They’re declaring all the evidence he’s catalogued for the past year null. He’s swearing he was set up, but can’t prove it.”

Dan still stared at him, as if not understanding. But the full reality of what it meant sunk in for me.

“So the DNA he’s ran could be off,” Dan said slowly.

“No DNA test he did will hold up in a court of law,” I whispered.

He had to have done hundreds in the past year. And now, in one moment, they would all be trashed. How many criminals would go free because of this? I grasped my briefcase and shuffled through the papers until I reached the right one. My eyes tore down the page until it lit on a name.

“Joel McFay, you said?”

Adam’s face creased in compassion. He nodded.

For a moment my mask cracked, my face wrinkled in rage and I groaned. “No! No! No way!” My voice echoed through the hall. The din quieted. People stared at me in shock, then glanced away.

Adam stepped back. Dan put a hand on my shoulder. “Hey,” he said in a soothing voice. “It’s going to be okay.” But even as he said the words I could tell he didn’t believe them.

I closed my eyes and collected myself, drawing from deep within me, willing myself to hide that wild side.

Adam looked at me as if he’d never seen me before, then inched away, turned, and walked off. Dan still had his arm on my shoulder, which seemed to burn through my blouse. I stepped forward and his hand fell.

My mind raced, already going through the case in light of the recent setback. No, it was more than a setback. It was enough to get most cases thrown out of court. I mentally filtered out the DNA evidence from my presentation and concentrated on what I had left.

There was no doubt that the tech could’ve been set up. And I had no doubt Hank Williams could’ve done it. Ten years ago he’d been charged with possession, but got out with only a hefty fine and some community service. Since then I was sure he was in on the drug trade, he’d just been successful at not getting caught.

Walking fast, I weaved in and out of the busy hallway, not meeting anyone’s eyes, in my own world. I’d lost Dan, who was probably finding the nearest judge to tryto get some privilegedinformation.

My case was DNA rich, no doubt about it. But was there enough evidence without it to prove him guilty? I thought of the stun gun they’d found in his hand, the murder weapon. There was a witness, a neighbor who saw his car at the barn that night. And then there were his fingerprints all over the place. That had to be enough.

I gritted my teeth. It would be enough. I wasn’t going to fail Tracy just because some cokehead had been caught, or framed.

Besides, the judge might allow for our case’s DNA. You never know.

Chapter 4

THE JUDGE PUT HIS hands together in a prayerful position and said mournfully, “Because Joel McFay completed all of the DNA evidence for the case, none of it can be used as evidence.” He sighed. I had a feeling behind his morose attitude he was enjoying the drama. “In light of this recent setback, I will allow you to convene another day, if you so choose.”

“No, thank you, your Honor,” Sawyer said quickly. “We don’t want to reschedule.” He looked down to where Williams sat, and nodded. Williams looked at me. His eyes glistened with pleasure.

I shuffled my papers, picked up my pen, and then set it down again, thinking hard. Dan’s eyes were boring into the side of my face, but I didn’t meet them. I knew what he would say: wait. But the murder had taken place eleven months ago. The thought of Williams getting away another week set me on edge. There was enough evidence to convict him, I knew it. The witness would seal the deal for us.

Raising my eyes to the judge, I copied Sawyer word for word. “No, thank you, your Honor. We don’t want to reschedule.”

It was as if the room audibly sighed. Everyone hated delays.

Dan Butler sat on my left with the intern, Joshua, who took notes and tried not to look nervous. Dan was there for support and to make sure I didn’t screw up. I hated being babysat, but being a newbie came with its baggage. Mine was Dan. He would only sit in on high profile cases, and this being the biggest case of the year, it was understandable he was keeping a close eye on me. I knew I was a Cinderella figure. Sure, I was riding in the carriage now. But I was one mistake away from landing on my butt on the curb with pumpkin all over my dress.

Chapter 5

THE COURTROOM WAS PACKED. Not only was the media there, keenly observing every move we made, there were family members, tense and agitated at the sight of Williams, and then there were the citizens who came for the show, for the gory pictures and dramatic courtroom speeches.

I pushed everyone out of my mind. All that mattered now were my witnesses and my jury. At the beginning of each case I claimed the jury for myself. It helped me speak to them as if I knew them; as if we were longtime friends I was telling a horrific story to. It was my greatest strength, working the jury, and it’s what Dan had seen in me that had got me hired.

The first witness of the day was Hank Williams’ mother. In my interview with her she mentioned how her son had a porn addiction and I hoped to use it to show that Hank Williams was into girls, young ones. But she folded on the stand. She all but vouched for his character with tears in her eyes. She backed up his not guilty claim by saying how he never lied, how he had been a boy scout and a model student, and how he treated women with the utmost respect. I masked my anger with a smile and cut my questions short.

Then came Kathleen Perry, an elderly lady—big boned, thinning hair, teeth that had half an inch of tar coating them, and a skull and bones tattooed on her neck. She didn’t exactly look like the type of person you’d leave your children with, but she was a neighbor to the abandoned farmhouse Williams had kept Tracy in.