Unstoppable
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As I struggled with how to respond, I continued to pace the floor and think.
“Was it his gun or yours, Michael,” I asked quietly.
“His,” he responded.
Thank God.
“I fucked up, Vee. He’s dead.”
“Michael, listen. You’re going to need to call the cops. Call 911, do not mention a gun. Not now. Tell them you think someone’s dead, and to send patrol and an ambulance. Don’t talk to anyone. Exercise your right to silence. Tell them you won’t speak without your attorney present. Where are you?” I asked.
“His porch. Sitting. I fucked up, Vee.”
“Michael, listen. You won’t spend a night in jail. When I hang up, I’ll call the senior judge, and get an immediate cash bond set. The amount doesn’t matter, I’ll pay it. Worst they’ll charge you with in this state, at this point in time, is manslaughter. I’ll post a cash bond. Do you understand?” I asked, attempting to maintain my composure.
“Call 911. Tell them what I told you,” I begged.
“I fucked up, Vee.”
I can do this. We can make it through whatever this is. This is nothing, Vivian. This is what you do. Talk him through this. This is nothing more than a walk in the park.
I paced the hallway in tears. I needed to say something to get him to understand we could get through this. Defending cases like this is what I do, and I am god damned good at it.
“Michael, listen. The longer you wait, the worse it’s going to be. I’ll get you out of this, do you understand me? I’ll get you out of it, and you won’t so much as spend a night in jail. We’ll be at that ROT rally come hell or high fucking water. Do you hear me?” I said sternly.
“I fucked up, Vee. He’s dead.” He mutered.
He’s in shock.
“You think you can get me out of this babe? I ain’t lookin’ to go to prison,” he said flatly.
I thought of what to say to convince him and it came to me, “Michael, listen to me,” I demanded in a harsh tone.
“Yeah babe,” he said, his voice soft and shallow.
I took a short breath, swallowed, and told him the only thing I felt he could understand at this point. The only thing that he could hear and know everything would be alright.
He’ll know.
“Michael,” I paused, swallowed a lump, and continued.
“I. Got. This.”