“Oh, hey, have you met with the DA yet?”
“Day after tomorrow. Myrna just rememberedsomething and couldn’t remember if she saw it. That’s why I’m calling.”
“What’s that?”
“When you went to my house at the beginning of all this shit, you got my papers, and purse, did you find my phone?”
“I have it,” Wilson admitted. “Sorry, I forgot all about it. I can tell you now that we had no clue who you were, or what you might have been involved in. I kept the phone to see if we could get any information off it.” She chuckled. “What I’m about to tell you is my personal opinion, not professional.”
“Okay, do I want to hear it?”
“Probably not, but after I accessed your phone, I came to one conclusion.” She chuckled over the phone. “Myrna Trenton, you led one boring ass life.”
Myrna threw her head back and laughed. “Yeah, I did. Not so much now, but I did back then.”
“Yeah, you have a lot of activity with Mary Griffin, but once she passed away, it was like your social calendar dried up.”
“Yeah, I think I was in shock, then in denial after she died. I folded into myself in my grief.”
“Yeah, people do that.” Yvonne paused, then sighed. “Agent Benjamin will be accompanying the DA to your location. I’ll make sure he has your phone with you.” She chuckled again. “The battery might be dead, but he can give it back to you.”
“I have a charger here. Thank you, Agent Wilson.”
“No problem. Good luck with the DA.”
“Thank you.”
They hung up, and Myrna looked at Pedro, then Cole. “Guess I know where my phone is now.”
They all agreed, and Cole told them to just stop in and tell him when they left for their meeting.
After they reached their cabin, they did their usual nightly routine of making dinner together, eating, then sitting in the living room talking. Except after dinner that night, they both went through the house calling out items they needed to put on their grocery list for when they went to town in two days.
Later that night, as they climbed into bed, Pedro gathered Myrna to him, and sighed heavily. “I want you to know that no matter what happens when you talk to the DA, or at the trail, I will be here for you every step of the way. On my honor, that is my promise to you.” He kissed her soundly, then proceeded to make sweet love to her.
CHAPTER 22
“Your Honor,”Jason Black said as he jumped to his feet and buttoned his suit jacket. “The question has been asked and answered several times. No matter how many times opposing counsel words the same question, I don’t think the witness will be answering differently. I’m calling badgering the witness.” Jason looked over at the table with several lawyers, then back at the judge. “Do we need to take a break so they can clean out their ears?”
Myrna rubbed her face to hide her smirk when the judge snorted, then firmed his face. They were on the third day of the trial against the Godwin’s for the theft of the automotive parts from Myrna’s past employer. For the entire time of the trial, Myrna has been on the witness stand answering questions from the Godwin’s’ lawyers. For the last hour, the samequestions had been asked and answered. It was like they hadn’t heard her answer, or chose to ignore it.
“Move along, Counselor,” the judge said. “As Mr. Black said, the question has been asked and answered.
“No further questions.”
“Mr. Black, do you have questions for this witness?”
“Not at this time, but I reserved the right to call Ms. Trenton back to the stand if necessary.”
“Duly noted.” The judge nodded, made notes on his pad of paper, and looked at the other table. “Call your next witness.”
The witness was called, and the trial went on for another two days, each time Jason had to interrupt him to either ask what the point of the questioning was, or that they were badgering the witness. Myrna realized the other lawyer only did it when he didn’t get the answer he thought he should have. The answer that would make his clients look like the good guys instead of the bad ones they actually were. When the question hadn't been answered as he hoped it would.
By the end of the sixth day, the judge called the trial for the weekend. However, Myrna and Pedro hadn’t been allowed to return to New Double. Instead, they had taken a hotel room close to the courthouse. The trial had been moved to Denver, and they didn’t know how long it would take.
“Jesus,” Myrna said as she entered the hotel room, walked over to the bed, and flopped back on it, signing heavily. She closed her eyes, rubbed her temples, and looked at Pedro when she felt the bed dip beside her. She only opened one eye and shook her head. “Are all lawyers as stupid as the ones representing the Godwin’s?”
Pedro smirked. “Probably not, but I’ve noticed a pattern with them.”
