Rage of Angels. Sidney Sheldon

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СКАЧАТЬ all questions. She could not bring herself to talk to them. They had come here to watch a spectacle, to see a man being hounded to his death. If the verdict had gone the other way … she could not bear to think about it. Jennifer began to collect her papers and stuff them into a briefcase.

      A bailiff approached her. ‘Judge Waldman wants to see you in his chambers, Miss Parker.’

      She had forgotten that there was a contempt of court citation waiting for her but it no longer seemed important. The only thing that mattered was that she had saved Abraham Wilson’s life.

      Jennifer glanced over at the prosecutor’s table. District Attorney Silva was savagely stuffing papers into a briefcase, berating one of his assistants. He caught Jennifer’s look. His eyes met hers and he needed no words.

      

      Judge Lawrence Waldman was seated at his desk when Jennifer walked in. He said curtly, ‘Sit down, Miss Parker.’ Jennifer took a seat. ‘I will not allow you or anyone else to turn my courtroom into a sideshow.’

      Jennifer flushed. ‘I tripped. I couldn’t help what –’

      Judge Waldman raised a hand. ‘Please. Spare me.’ Jennifer clamped her lips tightly together.

      Judge Waldman leaned forward in his chair. ‘Another thing I will not tolerate in my court is insolence.’ Jennifer watched him warily, saying nothing. ‘You overstepped the bounds this afternoon. I realize that your excessive zeal was in defense of a man’s life. Because of that, I have decided not to cite you for contempt.’

      ‘Thank you, Your Honor.’ Jennifer had to force the words out.

      The judge’s face was unreadable as he continued: ‘Almost invariably, when a case is finished I have a sense of whether justice has been served or not. In this instance, quite frankly, I’m not sure.’ Jennifer waited for him to go on.

      ‘That’s all, Miss Parker.’

      

      In the evening editions of the newspapers and on the television news that night, Jennifer Parker was back in the headlines, but this time she was the heroine. She was the legal David who had slain Goliath. Pictures of her and Abraham Wilson and District Attorney Di Silva were plastered all over the front pages. Jennifer hungrily devoured every word of the stories, savoring them. It was such a sweet victory after all the disgrace she had suffered earlier.

      Ken Bailey took her to dinner at Luchow’s to celebrate, and Jennifer was recognized by the captain and several of the customers. Strangers called Jennifer by name and congratulated her. It was a heady experience.

      ‘How does it feel to be a celebrity?’ Ken grinned.

      ‘I’m numb.’

      Someone sent a bottle of wine to the table.

      ‘I don’t need anything to drink,’ Jennifer said. ‘I feel as though I’m already drunk.’

      But she was thirsty and she drank three glasses of wine while she rehashed the trial with Ken.

      ‘I was scared. Do you know what it’s like to hold someone else’s life in your hands? It’s like playing God. Can you think of anything scarier than that? I mean, I come from Kelso … could we have another bottle of wine, Ken?’

      ‘Anything you want.’

      Ken ordered a feast for them both, but Jennifer was too excited to eat.

      ‘Do you know what Abraham Wilson said to me the first time I met him? He said, “You crawl into my skin and I’ll crawl into yours and then you and me will rap about hate.” Ken, I was in his skin today, and do you know something? I thought the jury was going to convict me. I felt as though I was going to be executed. I love Abraham Wilson. Could we have some more wine?’

      ‘You haven’t eaten a bite.’

      ‘I’m thirsty.’

      Ken watched, concerned, as Jennifer kept filling and emptying her glass. ‘Take it easy.’

      She waved a hand in airy dismissal. ‘It’s California wine. It’s like drinking water.’ She took another swallow. ‘You’re my best friend. Do you know who’s not my best friend? The great Robert Di Sliva. Di Sivla.’

      ‘Di Silva.’

      ‘Him, too. He hates me. D’ja see his face today? O-o-oh, he was mad! He said he was gonna run me out of court. But he didn’t, did he?’

      ‘No, he –’

      ‘You know what I think? You know what I really think?’

      ‘I –’

      ‘Di Sliva thinks I’m Ahab and he’s the white whale.’

      ‘I think you have that backwards.’

      ‘Thank you, Ken. I can always count on you. Let’s have ’nother bottle of wine.’

      ‘Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’

      ‘Whales get thirsty.’ Jennifer giggled. ‘Tha’s me. The big old white whale. Did I tell you I love Abraham Wilson? He’s the most beautiful man I ever met. I looked in his eyes, Ken, my frien’, ’n’ he’s beautiful! Y’ever look in Di Sivla’s eyes? O-o-oh! They’re cold! I mean, he’s ’n iceberg. But he’s not a bad man. Did I tell you ’bout Ahab ’n’ the big white whale?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘I love old Ahab. I love everybody. ’N’ you know why, Ken? ’Cause Abraham Wilson is alive tonight. He’s alive. Le’s have ’nother bottle a wine to celebrate …’

      

      It was two A.M. when Ken Bailey took Jennifer home. He helped her up the four flights of stairs and into her little apartment. He was breathing hard from the climb.

      ‘You know,’ Ken said, ‘I can feel the effects of all that wine.’

      Jennifer looked at him pityingly. ‘People who can’t handle it shoudn’ drink.’

      And she passed out cold.

      

      She was awakened by the shrill screaming of the telephone. She carefully reached for the instrument, and the slight movement sent rockets of pain through every nerve ending in her body.

      ‘’Lo …’

      ‘Jennifer? This is Ken.’

      ‘’Lo, Ken.’

      ‘You sound terrible. Are you all right?’

      She thought about it. ‘I don’t think so. What time is it?’

      ‘It’s almost noon. You’d better get down here. All hell is breaking loose.’

      ‘Ken – I think I’m dying.’

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