Rage of Angels. Sidney Sheldon

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      ‘I understand you’re handling the hatchet-man job on the Jennifer Parker matter.’

      Adam Warner winced at the phrase. ‘I’ve agreed to make a recommendation, yes.’

      ‘I’m going to put her away for a long time.’ Adam was taken aback by the hatred in the District Attorney’s voice.

      ‘Easy, Robert. She’s not disbarred yet.’

      Di Silva chuckled. ‘I’ll leave that to you, my friend.’ His tone changed. ‘I hear on the grapevine that you may be moving to Washington soon. I want you to know that you can count on my full support.’

      Which was considerable, Adam Warner knew. The District Attorney had been around a long time. He knew where the bodies were buried and he knew how to squeeze the most out of that information.

      ‘Thanks, Robert. I appreciate that.’

      ‘My pleasure, Adam. I’ll wait to hear from you.’

      Meaning Jennifer Parker. The quid pro quo Stewart Needham had mentioned, with the girl used as a pawn. Adam Warner thought about Robert Di Silva’s words: I’m going to put her away for a long time. From reading the transcript, Adam judged that there was no real evidence against Jennifer Parker. Unless she confessed, or unless someone came forward with information that proved criminal complicity, Di Silva would not be able to touch the girl. He was counting on Adam to give him his vengeance.

      The cold, harsh words of the transcript were clear-cut, and yet Adam wished he could have heard the tone of Jennifer Parker’s voice when she denied her guilt.

      There were pressing matters claiming Adam’s attention, important cases involving major clients. It would have been easy to go ahead and carry out the wishes of Stewart Needham, Judge Lawrence Waldman and Robert Di Silva, but some instinct made Adam Warner hesitate. He picked up Jennifer Parker’s file again, scribbled some notes and began to make some long-distance telephone calls.

      Adam had been given a responsibility and he intended to carry it through to the best of his ability. He was all too familiar with the long, backbreaking hours of study and hard work it took to become an attorney and to pass the bar. It was a prize that took years to attain, and he was not about to deprive someone of it unless he was cerain there was justification.

      The following morning Adam Warner was on a plane to Seattle, Washington. He had meetings with Jennifer Parker’s law professors, with the head of a law firm where she had clerked for two summers, and with some of Jennifer’s former classmates.

      Stewart Needham telephoned Adam in Seattle. ‘What are you doing up there, Adam? You’ve got a big case load waiting for you back here. That Parker thing should have been a snap.’

      ‘A few questions have arisen,’ Adam said carefully. ‘I’ll be back in a day or so, Stewart.’

      There was a pause. ‘I see. Let’s not waste any more time on her than we have to.’

      

      By the time Adam Warner left Seattle, he felt he knew Jennifer Parker almost as well as she knew herself. He had built up a portrait of her in his mind, a mental identikit, with pieces filled in by her law professors, her landlady, members of the law firm where she had served as a clerk, and classmates. The picture that Adam had acquired bore no resemblance to the picture Robert Di Silva had given him. Unless Jennifer Parker was the most consummate actress who ever lived, there was no way she could have been involved in a plot to free a man like Michael Moretti.

      

      Now, almost two weeks after he had had that morning conversation with Stewart Needham, Adam Warner found himself facing the girl whose past he had been exploring. Adam had seen newspaper pictures of Jennifer, but they had not prepared him for the impact she made in person. Even in an old robe, without makeup, and her dark brown hair bath-damp, she was breathtaking.

      Adam said, ‘I’ve been assigned to investigate your part in the Michael Moretti trial, Miss Parker.’

      ‘Have you now!’ Jennifer could feel an anger rising in her. It started as a spark and became a flame that exploded inside her. They still were not through with her. They were going to make her pay for the rest of her life. Well, she had had enough.

      When Jennifer spoke, her voice was trembling. ‘I have nothing to say to you! You go back and tell them whatever you please. I did something stupid, but as far as I know, there’s no law against stupidity. The District Attorney thinks someone paid me off.’ She waved a scornful hand in the air. ‘If I had any money, do you think I’d be living in a place like this?’ Her voice was beginning to choke up. ‘I – I don’t care what you do. All I want is to be left alone. Now please go away!’

      Jennifer turned and fled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

      She stood against the sink, taking deep breaths, wiping the tears from her eyes. She knew she had behaved stupidly. That’s twice, she thought wryly. She should have handled Adam Warner differently. She should have tried to explain, instead of attacking him. Maybe then she would not be disbarred. But she knew that was wishful thinking. Sending someone to question her was a charade. The next step would be to serve her with an order to show cause, and the formal machinery would be set in motion. There would be a trial panel of three attorneys who would make their recommendation to the Disciplinary Board which would make its report to the Board of Governors. The recommendation was a foregone conclusion: disbarment. She would be forbidden to practice law in the state of New York. Jennifer thought bitterly, There’s one bright side to this. I can get into the Guinness Book of Records for the shortest law career in history.

      She stepped into the bath again and lay back, letting the still-warm water lap at her, soothing away her tension. At this moment she was too tired to care what happened to her. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. She was half asleep when the chill of the water awakened her. She had no idea how long she had lain in the tub. Reluctantly she stepped out and began toweling herself dry. She was no longer hungry. The scene with Adam Warner had taken her appetite away.

      Jennifer combed her hair and creamed her face and decided she would go to bed without dinner. In the morning she would telephone about the ride to Seattle. She opened the bathroom door and walked into the living room.

      Adam Warner was seated in a chair, leafing through a magazine. He looked up as Jennifer came into the room, naked.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ Adam said. ‘I –’

      Jennifer gave a small cry of alarm and fled to the bathroom, where she put on her robe. When she stepped out to confront Adam again, Jennifer was furious.

      ‘The inquisition is over. I asked you to leave.’

      Adam put the magazine down and said quietly, ‘Miss Parker, do you think we could discuss this calmly for a moment?’

      ‘No!’ All the old rage boiled up in Jennifer again. ‘I have nothing more to say to you or your damned disciplinary committee. I’m tired of being treated like – like I’m some kind of criminal!’

      ‘Have I said you were a criminal?’ Adam asked quietly.

      ‘You – isn’t that why you’re here?’

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