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for a picture to appear on the television screen. “You saw Tina Montgomery on the news?” I asked, as I paced in front of the TV.
“Yep. Standing right out in front of Parker Center.”
I held the phone between my ear and shoulder and frantically pressed the remote, switching from channel to channel. “What station is it on?”
“Eleven. And her attorney is that chick from your firm. The one you don’t like with the country-ass name who always looks like she wants to bite somebody.”
My blood began to boil. “Neddy?”
“Yep. A reporter was interviewing her. Girl, you need to help that sister with some makeup tips. She didn’t even have any lipstick on. And it looked like Stevie Wonder did her hair. Give that girl Shawnta’s number so she can hook her up with some extensions. She can’t be going around looking like that. Don’t she know she’s representing her people?”
I could hardly think. “What did she say?”
“The typical lawyer nonsense y’all are always spouting. ‘My client’s innocent. Justice will prevail.’ Yada, yada yada.”
“I can’t find it,” I said.
“Girl, the story’s over now. Your girl claimed her client was only brought in for questioning. But that’s a straight-up lie. They could’ve of questioned her ass at home. Homegirl’s about to go down.”
I was so mad I was seeing red, black, and purple. I kept channel surfing in the hope that another station was running the story, but no luck. “This is that case I was telling you about the other day at Friday’s,” I said.
“No shit! Then why weren’t you out there talking to the media with your client?”
“I don’t know,” I said, still stunned. “But I’m damn sure going to find out.”
CHAPTER 11
T he first thing I did when I arrived at the office the next morning was check my voice mail. I’d checked it right after I got off the telephone with Special and again during my drive into the office, but I wanted to check it one more time just to make sure Neddy hadn’t tried to call me. I suffered through three lengthy new messages to find out that she had not.
I glanced at my watch. It was 8:15. Neddy was usually in by 7:30. I’d already stopped by her office twice. She was probably avoiding me. And it was a good thing she was. I still needed more time to calm myself down before confronting her. No need for me to be facing a murder charge, too. Before I could decide whether to visit her office a third time, Neddy walked into mine.
I didn’t give her a chance to speak. “Is there a reason you didn’t let me know
our
client was being brought in for questioning last night?” I asked with mucho attitude in my voice.
As usual, Neddy was grim-faced and distant. “Everything happened really fast last night. When I got the call from Tina she was already on her way to the police station so I had to just rush down there.”
I stood up, but remained standing behind my desk. “You could’ve called me.”
She closed the door and walked over near my desk. Maybe things were about to get ugly.
“I knew you had already left the office and I didn’t have your home number,” she said, her look as unpleasant as the tone of her voice.
“You could’ve left me a voice mail message,” I replied.
She raised her eyes to the ceiling, like I was annoying her.
I just glared back at her. I was so hot I was scared I might do something crazy, like reach over and start choking her.
“Look,” she said finally, “I don’t have time for this territorial bullshit. If you want to be on TV, I’ll make sure the next interview is yours. I didn’t even want to talk to them but they ambushed us.”
“It’s not about being on TV, it’s about being included.” I couldn’t believe Neddy was trying to act like excluding me was no big deal. I had to let her know that I would not stand for her blowing me off. “If we’re going to be working together, then that’s exactly what we should do. Work together. I
“Yep. Standing right out in front of Parker Center.”
I held the phone between my ear and shoulder and frantically pressed the remote, switching from channel to channel. “What station is it on?”
“Eleven. And her attorney is that chick from your firm. The one you don’t like with the country-ass name who always looks like she wants to bite somebody.”
My blood began to boil. “Neddy?”
“Yep. A reporter was interviewing her. Girl, you need to help that sister with some makeup tips. She didn’t even have any lipstick on. And it looked like Stevie Wonder did her hair. Give that girl Shawnta’s number so she can hook her up with some extensions. She can’t be going around looking like that. Don’t she know she’s representing her people?”
I could hardly think. “What did she say?”
“The typical lawyer nonsense y’all are always spouting. ‘My client’s innocent. Justice will prevail.’ Yada, yada yada.”
“I can’t find it,” I said.
“Girl, the story’s over now. Your girl claimed her client was only brought in for questioning. But that’s a straight-up lie. They could’ve of questioned her ass at home. Homegirl’s about to go down.”
I was so mad I was seeing red, black, and purple. I kept channel surfing in the hope that another station was running the story, but no luck. “This is that case I was telling you about the other day at Friday’s,” I said.
“No shit! Then why weren’t you out there talking to the media with your client?”
“I don’t know,” I said, still stunned. “But I’m damn sure going to find out.”
CHAPTER 11
T he first thing I did when I arrived at the office the next morning was check my voice mail. I’d checked it right after I got off the telephone with Special and again during my drive into the office, but I wanted to check it one more time just to make sure Neddy hadn’t tried to call me. I suffered through three lengthy new messages to find out that she had not.
I glanced at my watch. It was 8:15. Neddy was usually in by 7:30. I’d already stopped by her office twice. She was probably avoiding me. And it was a good thing she was. I still needed more time to calm myself down before confronting her. No need for me to be facing a murder charge, too. Before I could decide whether to visit her office a third time, Neddy walked into mine.
I didn’t give her a chance to speak. “Is there a reason you didn’t let me know
our
client was being brought in for questioning last night?” I asked with mucho attitude in my voice.
As usual, Neddy was grim-faced and distant. “Everything happened really fast last night. When I got the call from Tina she was already on her way to the police station so I had to just rush down there.”
I stood up, but remained standing behind my desk. “You could’ve called me.”
She closed the door and walked over near my desk. Maybe things were about to get ugly.
“I knew you had already left the office and I didn’t have your home number,” she said, her look as unpleasant as the tone of her voice.
“You could’ve left me a voice mail message,” I replied.
She raised her eyes to the ceiling, like I was annoying her.
I just glared back at her. I was so hot I was scared I might do something crazy, like reach over and start choking her.
“Look,” she said finally, “I don’t have time for this territorial bullshit. If you want to be on TV, I’ll make sure the next interview is yours. I didn’t even want to talk to them but they ambushed us.”
“It’s not about being on TV, it’s about being included.” I couldn’t believe Neddy was trying to act like excluding me was no big deal. I had to let her know that I would not stand for her blowing me off. “If we’re going to be working together, then that’s exactly what we should do. Work together. I
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