“Detective Falco, did you or did you not kill your wife?” The district attorney asked in the cockiest tone she could muster.
“First off,” Douglas said softly, “I asked twice not to call me Detective. The force turned their backs on me. I don’t call you District Attorney Bitch, do I?” The high-class well-dressed young woman took a few steps backwards, as the courtroom erupted.
“Order…Order,” the Judge yelled as he slammed his mallet down again and again. “I will not stand for this child like behavior,” he said staring at Douglas. Douglas had already been warned once, but then again he had a right to be mad. The D.A. office was targeting him with no proof. The D.A. even tried to stop Douglas from being at the hearing. Luckily Douglas knew his way around the law and pulled a few punches, no thanks to his half-wit lawyer.
“Sorry,” Douglas sad in a sarcastic tone. Turning his attention away from the Judge and back to the D.A. he kindly answered, “No, I did not kill her.”
The D.A. straightened her suit jacket, that cost more then Douglas made in a year as a cop, and stepped forward. “Do you own a Browning Hi-power 9mm?”
Douglas leaned back in his chair. He knew where this was going, “No.”
“No,” she paused and walked over to the evidence table and pick up a picture of a Browning Hi-power 9mm, “You do not own this gun?”
“According to my records and the records of Destiny City, you purchased a Browning Hi-power 9mm, did you not?”
Douglas swallowed hard. He was not sure how this was going to go over. The twelve people sitting beside him may understand, but the D.A. was going to do everything she could to twist his story. “Yes, when I was 19.” He was about to explain the gun, but the D.A. quickly cut him off.
“I have no farther questions for Detective Falco,” she said with a smile upon her face as she took her seat. Douglas combed the crowd excepting to find nothing interesting, but a room filled with pissed off police offers and two of his late wife’s relatives. He had hoped to find his former partner, but she was nowhere to be found. An odd character near the back stood out. Near the back of the courtroom he notice a black man standing at the door wearing a black trench coat and matching Fedora hat. The only reason he noticed the man was because he was dress much like Douglas, the only difference was the color. Douglas preferred gray to the bland almost common black color.
Douglas then looked over to find his attorney still thumbing though some notes. Come on, dickhead, Douglas thought as he watched the moron fumble his note pad twice, while reading it.
“I don’t have all day.” The Judge called out. “If you don’t have any questions for your client, we could just hang him now.” The judge meant it as a joke, but Douglas felt the imaginative rope tighten around his neck.
Suddenly the courtroom door flung open and in entered, “James Kelley, your honor,” the well-dressed man said as he walked up to Douglas’ lawyer. “This man here is an asshole and excuse my tongue, but that man,” pointing at Douglas. “Needs me.”
The Judge pondered the request for a few seconds that looked down at Douglas, “It’s your neck on the line… Do you mind a million dollar lawyer.” People were shocked at the Judges openness even Douglas found it odd. It was as if the Judge knew this was going to happen. “Well what do you say?”
Douglas swallowed, “sure, may as well try to win this case.”
“Great,” James Kelley said pushing the young pimpled face kid out of the chair. “Oh, right” He said as he was about to sit down. “I need to question you.”
“It would be a start,” Douglas said leaning into the microphone.
“Let’s get started then. The gun that this, young hot sexy woman brought up,” he said staring down the D.A. blouse. “What happen to it?”
“I bought it when I was nineteen. I guess you can say I was standing on an edge of a cliff at the time.”
“So you meant to kill yourself?”
“I think it was lost and just needed to find myself,” he said no longer able to face the jury.
“Yes or No.”
“I meet her,” he said proudly. He could still see her smiling face in his mind, as if it was yesterday.
“Yes…she helped me find myself and showed me life was worth living.”
“And the gun?”
“She found it in my desk, about a month after we meet. She had one rule and that was to live life and never quit. So as a promise to her, I toss it into the lake. It’s funny, because that was the same day she agreed to marry me.”
“How long ago was this?”
“… Twenty,” Douglas tried to finish his sentence only to quickly cut off.
“Is there any proof to this?”
Douglas had forgotten about it, but thanks to this gift from god attorney he remembered. “Yea, there is, now that I think of it. She took pictures of me tossing it into the lake. I think it may even be a video on her camera.”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I hold that very camera in my hand.” Mr. Kelley held the camera in the air like a trophy and held a grin on his face, as if he earned it.
“Your honor!” The D.A. jumped to her feet.
“Calm down, I will see you both in my chambers.” The judge said, as he climbed to his feet.
Douglas found himself, once again, waited in a cell. An hour pasted before Mr. Kelley’s smiling face appeared. “Look at you, you look good in orange.”
“Quit the happy shit. Who are you?” Douglas asked worried this was all some scam.
“A friend of a friend of yours. Lets just say I got you out.”
“Calm down, the gun was all they had to hold you, so with that out, your out.”
“Great.” Douglas quickly changed his option of the smiling jackass before him.
“Slow down there, Tigger. Until someone else comes forward the police are going to be all over you.” Kelley leaned forward, as if to whisper. “You may want to keep your head down.”
“Fine with me. I will do what ever you want, just get me out.” The fact was Douglas had no intention of keeping his head down. His plan was to find the real killer, but things never turn out, as we like.
Six years later,