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behind me, and at first I could have sworn I’d jumped into a séance. I chanced turning around to take a look and saw women in the far back row, lighting dozens of candles along the shelf edge and chanting weird syllables that made absolutely no sense to me.
“ What did you see today?” The prosecutor’s voice jolted me back to attention. Crazy or not, I couldn’t understand why the scene in the back didn’t distract anyone else.
“ We were patrolling the area and saw intruders breaking curfew, so we followed protocol.”
“ Indeed.”
Jake’s voice wavered, as if he was horrified to have to relive the moment. “Two members of their group had broken into the home of Sam Maloney.”
Also known as Tahoe the creep, I thought to myself.
“ They had terrorized the poor family, so we took off after them.”
Unable to take it anymore, I stood. “Why don’t you tell them you killed an innocent girl, you hot-headed prick?”
Nick grabbed my wrist. “Sit down! Outbursts aren’t going to help.”
I couldn’t understand how my brother managed to say so calm, cool, and collected under the circumstances. I knew how bad the situation was, but all I wanted to do was scream out and tell them what a bunch of lunatics they were.
The judge banged his gavel on the sound block. “Order in the court! Another disruption like that, Mr…” He looked at the bailiff. “What are their names?”
“ You don’t even know our names?” I shouted. “How is this justice? My name is Dean. Dean Walters!” I pointed to Lucas. “This is Lucas Meadows.” I then pointed to Nick. “This is Nick Walters, my brother. Your gang shot Claire O’Hara and knifed Jackie Shadows. Someone came at me, and I defended myself.”
“ Another outburst, Mr. Walters, and you’ll be taken back to your cell. I won’t have any distractions in my courtroom!” He looked at the lying witness and politely urged, “Please continue.”
No distractions? Right! There’s a trio of women in the back doing their best impression of a satanic ritual, and I can’t make a statement in my own defense? I was about to say so, but Nick tugged me down. This time I sat.
“ Let Jason tell his side of the story!” a woman cried out.
“ But Jason’s dead,” I whispered.
“ Don’t worry. He’ll get his turn.” The judge motioned to Jake. “Please continue.”
“ Jason tried to arrest them, rightfully so, but that fellow pulled out a knife. His girlfriend tried to talk him down, and he stabbed her, then lunged for Jason. He took his gun and shot him in cold blood,” he lied, offering a piss-poor performance that wouldn’t have fooled anyone. There was no emotion in his voice, and he kept looking at us and smiling. At one point, he actually stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry like a kindergartner, but the judge either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
When I heard him try to pin Jackie’s death on me, I lost it again. “That’s a lie!” I shouted. The thought of me ever hurting Jackie pierced my heart.
Lucas stood. “That wasn’t the way it happened.” His nose had finally stopped bleeding, but there was a nasty-looking puddle on the floor, browning around the edges, already congealing as Lucas spoke, his words mangled by the pain of his nose.
“ Young man, you will now pay $100 for having the audacity to bleed all over my courtroom!” the judge told him, completely ignoring what Lucas had said. “I shall tolerate no disrespect!”
“ What? Your crazy bailiff busted my nose!” Lucas screamed. “And he already fined us fifty!”
“ You do not have permission to bleed here, in any case,” the insane judge replied and began writing on a piece of paper. He called over the smiling, singing bailiff and handed the document to him.
The bailiff handed it to Lucas. Really, it was nothing official—just a scrap of paper with “Fine for bleeding—$100” written across it. As if that homemade ticket wasn’t crazy enough, the judge
“ What did you see today?” The prosecutor’s voice jolted me back to attention. Crazy or not, I couldn’t understand why the scene in the back didn’t distract anyone else.
“ We were patrolling the area and saw intruders breaking curfew, so we followed protocol.”
“ Indeed.”
Jake’s voice wavered, as if he was horrified to have to relive the moment. “Two members of their group had broken into the home of Sam Maloney.”
Also known as Tahoe the creep, I thought to myself.
“ They had terrorized the poor family, so we took off after them.”
Unable to take it anymore, I stood. “Why don’t you tell them you killed an innocent girl, you hot-headed prick?”
Nick grabbed my wrist. “Sit down! Outbursts aren’t going to help.”
I couldn’t understand how my brother managed to say so calm, cool, and collected under the circumstances. I knew how bad the situation was, but all I wanted to do was scream out and tell them what a bunch of lunatics they were.
The judge banged his gavel on the sound block. “Order in the court! Another disruption like that, Mr…” He looked at the bailiff. “What are their names?”
“ You don’t even know our names?” I shouted. “How is this justice? My name is Dean. Dean Walters!” I pointed to Lucas. “This is Lucas Meadows.” I then pointed to Nick. “This is Nick Walters, my brother. Your gang shot Claire O’Hara and knifed Jackie Shadows. Someone came at me, and I defended myself.”
“ Another outburst, Mr. Walters, and you’ll be taken back to your cell. I won’t have any distractions in my courtroom!” He looked at the lying witness and politely urged, “Please continue.”
No distractions? Right! There’s a trio of women in the back doing their best impression of a satanic ritual, and I can’t make a statement in my own defense? I was about to say so, but Nick tugged me down. This time I sat.
“ Let Jason tell his side of the story!” a woman cried out.
“ But Jason’s dead,” I whispered.
“ Don’t worry. He’ll get his turn.” The judge motioned to Jake. “Please continue.”
“ Jason tried to arrest them, rightfully so, but that fellow pulled out a knife. His girlfriend tried to talk him down, and he stabbed her, then lunged for Jason. He took his gun and shot him in cold blood,” he lied, offering a piss-poor performance that wouldn’t have fooled anyone. There was no emotion in his voice, and he kept looking at us and smiling. At one point, he actually stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry like a kindergartner, but the judge either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
When I heard him try to pin Jackie’s death on me, I lost it again. “That’s a lie!” I shouted. The thought of me ever hurting Jackie pierced my heart.
Lucas stood. “That wasn’t the way it happened.” His nose had finally stopped bleeding, but there was a nasty-looking puddle on the floor, browning around the edges, already congealing as Lucas spoke, his words mangled by the pain of his nose.
“ Young man, you will now pay $100 for having the audacity to bleed all over my courtroom!” the judge told him, completely ignoring what Lucas had said. “I shall tolerate no disrespect!”
“ What? Your crazy bailiff busted my nose!” Lucas screamed. “And he already fined us fifty!”
“ You do not have permission to bleed here, in any case,” the insane judge replied and began writing on a piece of paper. He called over the smiling, singing bailiff and handed the document to him.
The bailiff handed it to Lucas. Really, it was nothing official—just a scrap of paper with “Fine for bleeding—$100” written across it. As if that homemade ticket wasn’t crazy enough, the judge
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