Harper Ross Legal Thrillers vol. 1-3

by Rachel Sinclair

  “Yes,” she said with a nod of her head.

  “And if you divorced him, you would have to give him half of what you owned?”

  “Yes.”

  “Were you willing to give him half of what you owned?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Nothing further.”

  As for Anita, I just didn’t ask her any cross-examination questions at all.

  No matter. After the glove testimony, Michael knew that his goose was cooked. He looked defeated, and he no longer cared if I grilled the witnesses or not. He knew, as well as I did, that it was over.

  The fat lady was warming up in the jury box.

  And I couldn’t have been happier.

  FINALLY, after three days of endless testimony, April and I were ready for our closing arguments.

  “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” April began. “A lion of the judiciary was killed on October 19 of last year. He was a respected jurist, a good friend to many, an excellent father and grandfather. He never had an unkind word for anyone. And he was a social justice warrior. He always saw the little guy in his courtroom. He always made sure that the little guy was protected. He was a voice for the powerless. And now his voice is gone. His voice has been cruelly snuffed out in the worst possible way. No longer will the powerless and the meek have a chance to have Judge Robert Sanders as their voice. His voice was silenced on October 19.”

  She paced back and forth, back and forth, as she continued to address the jury. “You heard evidence in this courtroom that the defendant was eating a bucket of chicken, calmly waiting for the police to arrive, while his father-in-law’s body was lying in the kitchen. He didn’t care, that was clear - he cracked jokes. He got rid of the gun, but, nevertheless, that gun was recovered. You heard the testimony of witness after witness who stated that the defendant had unique access to the deceased, unique access to the orange juice of Judge Sanders, because he, and he alone, refilled Judge Sanders’ pills every week. Nobody else in the house had access to Judge Sanders’ kitchen. You heard evidence that Michael Reynolds had motive to kill his father-in-law, because Judge Sanders knew that Mr. Reynolds was having multiple affairs and Judge Sanders was threatening to tell his daughter Christina about these affairs. You heard evidence that Christina Sanders was independently wealthy, but that Michael Reynolds was independently penniless, and that Christina Sanders would have left Mr. Reynolds penniless in the event of a divorce.”

  April came back over to her table, and then went back to the jury box. She had, in her hand, the pair of gloves. “So Mr. Reynolds had motive, means and opportunity. You heard evidence regarding all three of those elements. But the most important and damning piece of evidence was found in these gloves.”

  She waved the gloves around, and showed them to each and every juror. “These gloves were worn when the judge was shot in his home. The glove prints left by these gloves were the only glove prints found on the murder weapon.”

  She stood still in front of the jury, the gloves in her hands. “Let me repeat. There was one set of glove prints found on the murder weapon. One.” She held up her index finger for emphasis. “And the glove prints on the murder weapon matched the gloves worn by the Defendant. Michael Reynolds’ DNA, and only Michael Reynolds’ DNA, was found in these gloves. The inescapable conclusion was that only Michael Reynolds touched the murder weapon.”

  She shrugged and smiled. “So, since only Michael Reynolds touched the murder weapon, there is only one person who could have killed Judge Sanders. And that’s Michael Reynolds. It’s really as simple as that. You can’t get closer to a smoking gun, folks.”

  At that, she sat down.

  “Ms. Ross,” Judge Graham said to me. “Please present your closing argument.”

  I stood up, not wanting this charade to go on any longer, but not wanting to be too obvious about my intention. I was going to have to make a closing argument, but it was going to be short and sweet.

  “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” I said, walking over to the jury box. “I do agree with the prosecutor that a lovely man is dead. I agree that Judge Sanders was a social justice warrior who really cared about the people hurt by large corporations and really did make sure that these people were taken care of. That’s indisputable. What is in dispute is whether my client, Michael Reynolds, poisoned Judge Sanders. Nobody ever saw him do this. There were no eyewitnesses. And Mr. Reynolds was far from the only individual who had a motive to kill Judge Sanders. You heard testimony that he started a different family with a different woman, while he was married to Ava Sanders. You heard testimony from Mrs. Sanders that she didn’t want to part with half her fortune in the event of a divorce. That gave Mrs. Sanders motive to kill Mr. Sanders, and it also gave Christina Sanders motive to kill Mr. Sanders, as she was interested in protecting her mother.”

  I nodded and turned to sit down. “Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.”

  I sat down and the judge banged her gavel. “Okay,” she said, “it is time of jury instructions. If you find, beyond a reasonable doubt, that the defendant, Michael Reynolds, is guilty of murder in the first degree, then you must make a finding of guilty. This finding of guilty must be unanimous, in that every single one of you must find the defendant guilty. The prosecutor has the burden of proof, so if you do not find, beyond a reasonable doubt, that the State has met its burden, then you must return a finding of Not Guilty.”

  Judge Graham continued on. “You must find that the defendant met all the elements for first degree murder under the law. If I may reiterate these elements to you, they are that the defendant knowingly causes the death of another person after deliberation upon the matter. So, you have to find that Mr. Reynolds knew that he was causing the death of Judge Sanders. That’s the first element. The second element was that Mr. Reynolds actually did cause the death of Judge Sanders. And the third and final element is that Mr. Reynolds deliberated before killing Judge Sanders. If you find every one of these elements applied in this case, then you must find the defendant guilty of the crime of first degree murder.”

  “And if you find that Mr. Reynolds knowingly caused the death of Judge Sanders, but that he did not deliberate before causing the death of Judge Sanders, then you shall find the defendant guilty of the lesser offense of second degree murder.”

  “Thank you for your service, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. You may now begin your process of deliberation.”

  At that, the jury filed out of the courtroom.

  After they left, I got up to stretch my legs. I honestly thought that we would get a verdict sooner, as opposed to later.

  I wandered around the halls of the courthouse, and my mind was filled with anxiety. This case was almost over. The smoking gun was the pair of gloves. Surely the jury was going to do the right thing.

  Weren’t they?

  What if they didn’t? What if they found Michael not guilty? Or what if they hung? What if I was forced to go through this Hell a second time? That would be a horrible scenario. I would almost want to see him acquitted then have to go through this again.

  Almost.

  Either scenario would be a nightmare, though. I prayed that they didn’t hang, and I really prayed that they didn’t acquit.

  I went back into the courtroom where I saw Michael sitting at the table, just staring off into space. He looked defeated.

  I didn’t go and sit next to him. He still made me want to vomit. Just being near him made my skin crawl.

  He turned around when he saw me coming back into the courtroom. “I’m going to kill you,” he said calmly. “You supplied those gloves to the prosecutor. I remember now. I took those gloves off in your office and I never saw them again. I didn’t even think about them. I didn’t even notice I was missing them. But you must have sent them to the prosecutor. You stole them from me and then used them against me. I’m going to have your Bar license.”

  I sat down next to him. “I got a discovery request from the prosecut
or, asking me for those gloves. I supplied them pursuant to the discovery request. Nothing more, nothing less. If you try to bring a Bar Complaint against me, it will be your word against mine. I will tell the Bar that I obtained the gloves from you, with your knowledge, pursuant to the discovery request. At any rate, once I got that discovery request, I was obligated to give her what she asked for. Period.”

  “How come I didn’t know about it?”

  I shrugged. “I didn’t think you needed to know.”

  He shook his head. “You fucking bitch.”

  I smiled and walked to the back of the courtroom and sat down. Hopefully, the jury would be in soon. I really wanted to get out of this place and, hopefully, celebrate.

  TWENTY MINUTES LATER, the jury came back in. I took my seat at the table and watched the jury come in, my heart in my throat.

  “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?” Judge Graham asked the foreman, who was standing up.

  “We have, your honor.”

  “On the count of murder in the first degree, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?”

  “Your honor, we find the defendant guilty.”

  “Is this the unanimous decision of the jury?”

  “It is.”

  “You are excused,” Judge Graham said. “But I would like to thank all of you for your service and sacrifice. The right to be heard in front of a jury of one’s peers is one of the most important Constitutional rights that all of us enjoy, and you are integral in ensuring that this right is preserved.”

  At that, the jury filed out and the bailiff came over to Michael and put the handcuffs on him.

  As Michael was led away, he looked back at me. “You’re a dead woman,” he said, his eyes dead.

  “Yes, but I’m free.” I nodded my head and tried to suppress a smile. “Unlike you,” I said under my breath.

  As I gathered my files and put them into my briefcase, I realized something.

  I truly was free.

  For the first time in 17 years, I was free.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  Three Weeks Later

  “Mom, come and see,” Abby said excitedly.

  I was finally Abby and Rina’s mom. The adoption was formalized the day before, and, over our celebratory dinner at the Red Lobster the night before, I informed them that they were to call me “mom” from here on out.

  The girls were more than excited about this. “Mom, mom, mom, mom,” Rina said with a giggle. “I like that sound.”

  “And so do I, Ladybug. So do I.”

  That wasn’t the only thing that had happened, of course. As soon as Michael was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, I went to work to make sure that Gerald and Kayla were also on the hook. So, I called the police and gave them an anonymous tip about Gerald and Kayla.

  My thought was that Kayla was going to quickly roll on Gerald, and I was right. I had been following, on the news, the developments of this case, and, sure enough, Kayla was quickly arrested. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Gerald was, as well.

  “What is is, Buttercup?” I asked Abby when I came into the living room.

  “They’re talking about that Judge Sanders case,” she said. “On the news. Look!”

  She pointed at the television screen, where I saw Gerald doing the perp walk out of his office building. The news reporter solemnly informed the television viewing audience that “Gerald Stone was arrested today for his part in the murder of Judge Robert Sanders last October. Michael Reynolds, Judge Sanders son-in-law, has already been tried and convicted for this murder, and Kayla Stone, Gerald Stone’s estranged wife, is currently in custody for her role in the judge’s murder. Mr. Stone’s arraignment for the murder is scheduled for tomorrow. In other developments in this wild murder case, Judge Manuel Perez, who is currently a District Court judge for the Western District of Missouri, also was arrested for his part in the murder of Judge Robert Sanders.” The newslady shook her head “These developments certainly are dramatic. Watch this space for additional details on this wild and wooly case. Back to you.”

  I smiled and called Christina Sanders. “Did you see on TV?” I asked her.

  “Oh my God, yes. Yes. Thank God. Thank God. I finally feel safe.”

  “I’m glad,” I said. “Was it Gerald and Judge Perez who were threatening you before?”

  “You’re damn right it was them. Goddamn right. That damned judge is as dirty as the day is long. Thank God he’s getting his. And so is that damned Gerald Stone. Gerald and Judge Perez tried to force me to take the blame for my own father’s murder. They tried, but looks like they’re the ones doing the perp walk.” She laughed. “They’re the ones doing the perp walk, not me.”

  I had found additional information that linked Judge Perez to Gerald Stone. Anna was able to find payments that Judge Perez was paying to Gerald, hundreds of thousands of dollars. She then hacked into Judge Perez’ computer and found thousands of child pornography images, even though the Judge thought that he had deleted them all. We then put two and two together - it seemed that Gerald was blackmailing Judge Perez, because somehow, someway, he found these child porn images as well.

  Anna was able to find all sorts of things, deleted or no, so she presented me with this evidence. I suddenly knew why Judge Perez was in on the blackmailing of Judge Sanders. I had no idea why he was arrested for being a part of the Judge Sanders’ murder, though. I guessed that Gerald probably gave him up somehow.

  “Yep, they’re doing the perp walk,” I said, as Judge Perez’ image flashed across the screen. He was being led out of the federal courthouse in handcuffs. “As they should.”

  I hung up the phone and Abby came over to me. “Mom,” she said. “Can you take me and James to the zoo tomorrow? He wants to go and so do I.”

  I tousled her hair. “Of course, Buttercup,” I said. “I love the zoo, too. Can Axel come along?”

  She smiled shyly. “Sure, mom. I love Axel.”

  “So do I.”

  Abby and James had been hanging out together for the past few months, and James had finally asked her to “go steady.” I bought Abby a necklace that had two halves, and asked her to give him a half and told her she should take the other half. “That’s how we did it when I was in school,” I said. “A million years ago.”

  Abby, for her part, went ahead and gave James half the necklace, and he wore it all the time, she said.

  “What about me, mom,” Rina said. “I want to go to the zoo, too.”

  “We’ll all go,” I said. “It’s going to be a lovely spring day. We’ll have fun!”

  As for Axel and me…we finally were able to make love. Once I buried the past, which I was finally able to do when I saw Michael get sentenced to life in prison, I was able to finally move on.

  And the love-making was truly glorious.

  BUT NOT EVERYTHING WAS GLORIOUS. Things never were for long in the life of a criminal defense attorney.

  My mother called the Monday after our family zoo outing. “Harper,” she said desperately over the phone. She was sobbing, seemingly out of control. “You have to come over here right away. Right away.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Why mom?” She could be so dramatic sometimes.

  “It’s your Uncle Jack,” she said. “Oh, and he was doing so well, too. I just don’t know.”

  “What about Uncle Jack?”

  “He’s been arrested for murder.”

  My heart plunged a million miles. “I’ll be right there.”

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  HIDDEN DEFENDANT

  HARPER ROSS LEGAL THRILLER SERIES VOL. 3

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Oh, God. My Uncle Jack was arrested for murder. Out of the fire, into the frying pan. But this one was personal.

  Uncle Jack was my favorite of my mother’s brothers. Unfortunately, it seemed that mental illness seemed to run in my mother’s family, as my Uncle Patrick struggled with bi-polar disorder for many years, and Jack had always struggled with alcoholism and he recently was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The schizophrenia was latent, as he only started to show the signs of the disorder after he lost his beloved wife, Mary, five years before.