Twist of Fate (37 page)

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When Val opened the newspaper in her kitchen, she whooped so loudly that both cats temporarily bolted from their food dishes. The
Sun
had done the story proud. Daniel's guilt or innocence would be the talk of the Maryland legal establishment today. This morning she would deliver her petition for review by the Court of Appeals. She hoped the judges who would rule on her petition would feel enlightened rather than coerced by the publicity.

Feeling more optimistic than she had since the night when Rob had split, she decided to drive over to Springlake Way when she left her house. It wasn't her usual route, but she was curious which house had interested him.

Several blocks of the street had a grassy median with trees and a chain of pretty little ponds, but only one of the handsome residences in that section was for sale. She pulled over in front of the house to study it, not surprised to find that Rob had good taste. She had admired this house herself in the past.

For a brief, painful moment she imagined living there with Rob. It was a good size for raising children....

Before she could become maudlin, she saw that an Under Contract banner had been slapped across the sign. So much for fantasies of her and Rob in this particular house. Real estate was the least of their problems at this point.

She tested the idea of marriage, like pushing her tongue against a sore tooth. Was it maybe a little less alarming than it had been the other night?

A little. Maybe. Much as she missed him, the thought of marriage still made her feel suffocated. With a sigh, she pulled away from the curb and turned on her radio, just in time to catch a news story about Daniel's possible innocence.

At least something was going right.

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When Val returned from filing her appeal papers, she remarked to Kendra, "One advantage of working downtown was how much closer the courthouse was."

Kendra glanced up from her computer. "Want me to list all the disadvantages to being downtown?"

"No need. I remember them all vividly." Val gestured at the newspaper on Kendra's desk. "Great coverage. A1 Coleman must have worked nonstop."

"No time to waste on this story." Kendra rolled her chair back from the desk, suppressing a yawn. "He really lit a brushfire. I've been interviewed by two different TV stations and calls have been coming in all morning. Not all from local journalists, either. Some of the calls were for me and some for you. There's a pile of messages on your desk. Two of them are from downtown lawyers who would like to do some
pro bono
work with you. You're going to end up with an empire, girl."

Glad she had finished her petitions so she had time to talk to reporters today, Val headed back to her office. As

Kendra had implied, most of the messages were from journalists, but a couple were normal business.

For starters, she returned a call from the lawyer of Mia Kolski's ex-husband. "Hi, Barney, it's Val Covington. Is your client ready to deal?"

"Steve is ready to deal," the lawyer said wryly. "He decided to reevaluate his legal strategy when faced with possible criminal fraud charges. As a human being I'll admit this is good, but dammit, Val, you just closed down my youngest kid's college fund. I made a ton of money off of Steve."

She laughed. "If he has a litigious nature, no doubt you'll be seeing him again. I don't care what he does as long as he stops harassing Mia. So what are the details?"

After a brisk round of negotiating, she said good-bye to the lawyer and called Mia, whose squeal of glee could be heard in Delaware. "Val, you are a saint, a godsend. What can I ever do to repay you for getting that albatross off my neck?"

Val thought about it. "How about if you provide live music for say, three parties of mine in the future? I'll look terribly classy without spending a cent."

"You've got it. Don't you have an open house coming up for the new office this Friday? I can get together a trio or quartet by then, no problem."

"So soon? It's a deal." After settling the details, Val called the next message on the list, her long-time client Bill Costain. "Hi, Bill, it's Val. What can I do for you?"

"I won't be able to come to the open house this Friday."

"That's too bad. I was hoping to show off my new place. Why not come by for a private tour another day and after I'll take you to lunch?" she suggested. "After all, you're my biggest client."

"Val..."

Hearing a strained note in his voice, she said, "Is something wrong?"

"Val...my wife was a Malloy." Costain drew a deep breath. "Jim Malloy was her favorite cousin. She's usually pretty easygoing, but when she read the paper this morning and saw that you're trying to get Daniel Monroe off death row, she went ballistic. She...she demanded that I fire you."

Val gasped, caught completely off-guard. A dozen retorts occurred to her, starting with the basic legal belief that everyone was entitled to a good defense and ending with the fact that even Jim Malloy's widow was willing to say Daniel might be innocent. But Sally Costain's reaction wasn't about logic, and Bill didn't need for her to make this worse.

After drawing a deep breath, she said, "Baltimore is such a small town. I had no idea that Sally was a Malloy. Of course this is a painful topic for her. I'll really miss working with you, but mediation begins at home."

He sighed with relief. "Thanks for being so understanding, Val. Maybe later, when this has all settled down, I'll give you a call."

Or maybe not. After hanging up, Val closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. The high she'd gotten from resolving Mia's case certainly hadn't lasted long. From the moment she decided to go out on her own, she had been counting on making good, steady money from Bill's company. That revenue would not be easily replaced. Though she was far from destitute, she didn't have a lot of ready cash since most of her net worth was tied up in her house and retirement accounts.

She pulled out her calculator and roughed up some figures. The first chunk of money from Rainey's movie had gone to set up the office, buy furniture and equipment, subscribe to legal databases, and the other costs of establishing a business, including setting aside six months of running costs for the office. She had to pay Kendra's salary, taxes, medical coverage for both of them, insurance, utilities, rent, and upkeep.

There would probably be another good-sized payment from the movie in a year or so. She would also earn some money from the cases she was continuing with Crouse, Resnick. Nonetheless, without steady work from Bill Costain, she would soon have to go out and hustle for bread-and-butter clients.

She grimaced. It had been a nice fantasy to think hustling wouldn't be necessary. For a tough lawyer, she could be awfully naive. Callie's influence, no doubt.

Well, she would do what was needed. Even in this short time, she had developed a taste for self-employment. For now, though...

She checked her schedule. There was nothing critical this afternoon. A couple more calls needed to be returned, and then she could play hooky for a few hours. She needed a break after working nonstop for too long.

Hoping Lyssie was in, she called her little sister. When Lyssie answered, Val said, "Hi, hon, it's me. I know we don't have anything planned till the weekend, but since you're going back to school next week, and I have a desperate desire to get away for a bit, would you like to go on an expedition? If your grandmother agrees, of course."

"What kind of expedition?" Lyssie asked cautiously.

Val thought fast. "How about if I drive us up to Harpers Ferry? You like history and there's plenty of it there. We can have lunch, look at the historic sites, poke around the shops a bit."

"Oh,
yes
! I'd really like that."

"Do you think your grandmother would like to go? I think she would enjoy Harpers Ferry. My treat for us all."

"I'll ask her, but she isn't feeling well. Just a second." Lyssie put the phone down and scampered off. A couple of minutes passed before she returned. "She says I can go, and to bring her back a surprise."

"I'm sure that can be arranged." Val glanced at the clock. "I need to return a couple of calls, then go home and change. How about if I pick you up in about an hour?"

"I'll be ready."

Lyssie would be, too; she was admirably punctual. Val returned to her message pile and sorted out the most important. This big sister business had all kinds of dividends she hadn't expected in the beginning. It was nice to have a playmate.

Rob had been a great playmate--but Val refused to go there. Life was complicated enough already.

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Buying a house could be done with remarkable speed, Rob learned. Even though the sellers had moved to the West Coast, the wonders of fax and electronic fund transfers solidified the deal quickly. Inspection and financing contingencies still needed to be satisfied, but that should be routine. Plus, the sellers agreed to let Rob use the guest cottage until settlement.

So he was a homeowner. Almost, anyhow. When he stopped by the real estate agency to pick up the key to the guest house, he said, "I think I'm supposed to start feeling buyer's remorse about now, but so far, not a trace."

The agent laughed. "Remorse isn't required. It's a fine house in a beautiful neighborhood, and you got it for a good price. You'll be happy there, I'm sure."

So was he, though not as happy alone as he would have been with Val. He had managed to avoid seeing her for several days, and that would be even easier after he relocated to the guest cottage. He wondered if he would be able to move out of the church apartment without her noticing. Probably not.

Malcolm waited in the air-conditioned pickup truck, his expression less lugubrious than usual. He was a good truck dog. "Malcolm, my lad, would you like to drive to Homeland to see your new house? Yes? Good, I was heading that way myself."

His phone rang within seconds of his turning the power on. A call from the Manhattan area code, he noticed. " 'Lo, Rob here."

"Hi, Rob, it's Phyllis Greene from
Time
magazine. Remember me?"

He suppressed his sigh. Phyllis had done a story on him during Jeff's trial. She had been fair and thorough, but nothing about that period made for pleasant memories. "How could I forget you? A saintly smile and the persistence of a pit bull."

She laughed. "You seem to have done your best to forget everything until this capital punishment case you got yourself involved with. I'm thinking of doing a follow-up story on you. I like the beard, by the way."

This time he did sigh. "I really wish you wouldn't do a story. There is nothing here with national implications. It's a Maryland issue."

"But this is great stuff. Grieving and guilt-stricken entrepreneurial brother of environmental terrorist reinvents himself as community and capital punishment activist. It might even help your cause."

"Nothing you write would come out soon enough to affect whether or not Daniel Monroe will be executed next week."

"Maybe not, but it might help the broader cause of opposition to capital punishment. One I privately agree with, speaking off-the-record."

He rubbed the short hair on Malcolm's neck, finding the contact soothing. The dog moaned softly and rested his chin on Rob's knee. "I'm no crusader. I only got involved with this case by chance."

"I think you're becoming a crusader in spite of yourself," she said seriously. "Will you talk to me? It's easier than if I have to work around you."

He hadn't thought of himself as an activist, but the label seemed to be coming after him. First Julia Hamilton, now this. Since Phyllis was determined to do the story with or without his cooperation, he capitulated. "Okay, what do you want to know?"

If he was being given a platform, maybe he had an obligation to speak.

Chapter 28

"I never knew Maryland was so pretty," Lyssie said as Val steered her car along the winding highway that followed the Potomac River for a couple of miles below Harpers Ferry. The girl's nose had been glued to the window for the whole trip.

"You've never been out this way?"

"I've never been out of Maryland until today. Both Virginia and West Virginia within a few minutes!" She pushed the bridge of her glasses up with a sigh. 'I've hardly ever been out of Baltimore City."

"No wonder you have a yen to travel." Val kept her voice light to disguise the pang of hearing how limited Lyssie's life had been. Amazing that the girl had such an active, inquiring mind. Or maybe her curiosity was a result of having lived within narrow limits. "I've been thinking. Maybe next spring, I can take a long weekend and drive down to North Carolina with you and your grandmother. You can visit your Lumbee relatives, and I'll go see a friend in Charlotte."

"Really?" Lyssie's head swung around, her eyes wide behind her glasses. "Please...please don't say that unless you mean it."

She had the ability to break Val's heart with a single sentence. Keeping one eye on the winding road, Val laid a hand over Lyssie's. "I won't ever say anything like that unless I mean it. And if I forget something important, call me on it! You're my sister--you have the right."