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"Jenny was a friend of mine. Why would I... You have to listen to me, Hutch. Somebody has to listen to me."
"That's what Waverly's for."
"Oh, fuck her. All she cares about is the PR. She never uses the word hopeless, but I can see it every time she looks at me. I feel like a goddamn cancer patient."
Hutch shrugged. "The vibe I've been getting is that she's starting to think you're innocent."
"It doesn't matter what she thinks , it's what she can prove. She says the investigation was a complete joke. That the police went for the easy target because of those phone calls—which I did not make."
"Then who made them?"
"How the hell do I know? Somebody out to get me. And just about anyone could've planted that shirt. Do you think if I actually killed her I'd be stupid enough to put incriminating evidence in my own trash?"
"So... what? You're saying you were set up?"
"What else could it be?"
"By who?"
"I don't know—the cops, maybe? The guy who arrested me was a first-class prick."
"That doesn't make any sense," Hutch said. "Didn't those phone calls came before the murder?"
"Yes, but... I don't know—maybe they fudged that, too, somehow. The cops have been under a lot pressure to solve this case. Jenny's dad has a ton of influence in this town and I'll bet he's been hounding their asses from the get-go."
Hutch eyed her skeptically. "Does Waverly have any evidence of this?"
Ronnie looked at the floor. "No," she said. "I don't know... She mentioned something about getting our own DNA expert, but that costs a lot of money and it might not convince the jury. Which means I'm screwed."
There were tears in her eyes now, but Hutch was unmoved. The rage had begun to creep up on him again as he imagined Jenny lying in that vacant lot in Dearborn Park, her throat slit, her body bloodied by a dozen or more knife wounds.
Knife wounds that Ronnie had inflicted.
Set up? He doubted it.
Part of him wanted to grab her right now and get this whole thing over with. To stop these ridiculous denials and spare the state the time and expense of putting her on trial.
He tried to calm himself. "So, in other words," he said, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice, "you've got nothing. Just some bullshit defense tactic to keep the jury guessing."
Ronnie was quiet for a long moment, just staring at him, the tears now rolling down her cheeks. She looked like a kid from one of those Feed the Children commercials.
"You're never gonna believe me, are you?"
"Not likely."
"What can I do to change your mind?"
"Not a whole lot."
Another pause. More tears.
"Just tell me this," she said. "What was your first instinct when they arrested me? What did you think?"
"Does it really matter?"
She reached for his arm. "Of course it does. Our first instincts are usually the best ones. You hired a lawyer for me, so you must have thought the police had made a mistake. That I could I never hurt Jenny. I could never hurt anyone."
Hutch remembered Matt saying those very words. But where was Matt now? He hadn't seen or heard from the guy since that night outside the police station.
He hadn't heard from any of them except Nadine, who promised she'd be taking time off work to watch the trial with him, as soon as the jury was selected.
Hutch pulled his arm free. "The thing of it is, any instincts I might have about you are ten years old. All I know is that you quit smoking, you still drink draft beer, you groom dogs for a living, and you haven't figured out what you want to be when you grow up. But what does that tell me? Not a goddamn thing."
"I didn't kill her, Hutch. I swear to you I didn't."
Hutch had to admit this was an Emmy-winning performance. "Trust me, I want to believe you, but it just isn't happening."
"What if I can prove it to you?"
He hesitated. "How?"
She looked for the watch on her wrist and realized it wasn't there. "What time is it?"
"I don't know," he said, wondering why it mattered. "I gave my phone to the guy at the
"That's what Waverly's for."
"Oh, fuck her. All she cares about is the PR. She never uses the word hopeless, but I can see it every time she looks at me. I feel like a goddamn cancer patient."
Hutch shrugged. "The vibe I've been getting is that she's starting to think you're innocent."
"It doesn't matter what she thinks , it's what she can prove. She says the investigation was a complete joke. That the police went for the easy target because of those phone calls—which I did not make."
"Then who made them?"
"How the hell do I know? Somebody out to get me. And just about anyone could've planted that shirt. Do you think if I actually killed her I'd be stupid enough to put incriminating evidence in my own trash?"
"So... what? You're saying you were set up?"
"What else could it be?"
"By who?"
"I don't know—the cops, maybe? The guy who arrested me was a first-class prick."
"That doesn't make any sense," Hutch said. "Didn't those phone calls came before the murder?"
"Yes, but... I don't know—maybe they fudged that, too, somehow. The cops have been under a lot pressure to solve this case. Jenny's dad has a ton of influence in this town and I'll bet he's been hounding their asses from the get-go."
Hutch eyed her skeptically. "Does Waverly have any evidence of this?"
Ronnie looked at the floor. "No," she said. "I don't know... She mentioned something about getting our own DNA expert, but that costs a lot of money and it might not convince the jury. Which means I'm screwed."
There were tears in her eyes now, but Hutch was unmoved. The rage had begun to creep up on him again as he imagined Jenny lying in that vacant lot in Dearborn Park, her throat slit, her body bloodied by a dozen or more knife wounds.
Knife wounds that Ronnie had inflicted.
Set up? He doubted it.
Part of him wanted to grab her right now and get this whole thing over with. To stop these ridiculous denials and spare the state the time and expense of putting her on trial.
He tried to calm himself. "So, in other words," he said, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice, "you've got nothing. Just some bullshit defense tactic to keep the jury guessing."
Ronnie was quiet for a long moment, just staring at him, the tears now rolling down her cheeks. She looked like a kid from one of those Feed the Children commercials.
"You're never gonna believe me, are you?"
"Not likely."
"What can I do to change your mind?"
"Not a whole lot."
Another pause. More tears.
"Just tell me this," she said. "What was your first instinct when they arrested me? What did you think?"
"Does it really matter?"
She reached for his arm. "Of course it does. Our first instincts are usually the best ones. You hired a lawyer for me, so you must have thought the police had made a mistake. That I could I never hurt Jenny. I could never hurt anyone."
Hutch remembered Matt saying those very words. But where was Matt now? He hadn't seen or heard from the guy since that night outside the police station.
He hadn't heard from any of them except Nadine, who promised she'd be taking time off work to watch the trial with him, as soon as the jury was selected.
Hutch pulled his arm free. "The thing of it is, any instincts I might have about you are ten years old. All I know is that you quit smoking, you still drink draft beer, you groom dogs for a living, and you haven't figured out what you want to be when you grow up. But what does that tell me? Not a goddamn thing."
"I didn't kill her, Hutch. I swear to you I didn't."
Hutch had to admit this was an Emmy-winning performance. "Trust me, I want to believe you, but it just isn't happening."
"What if I can prove it to you?"
He hesitated. "How?"
She looked for the watch on her wrist and realized it wasn't there. "What time is it?"
"I don't know," he said, wondering why it mattered. "I gave my phone to the guy at the
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