Doubts From The Past. Antonio De Vito

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      And after having read his rights, two agents who had seen the incident handcuffed him and escorted him by car to the Police Department.

      Sam now had not to find a way to pass the time until the meeting with Carla but he had to invent a way to get out of that place.

      After more than an hour waiting in there, Sam began to ask himself the reason for that waiting.

      “Hey, why did you lock me in here?”

      “Don't worry, about the harassment you'll manage with a couple years if you cannot afford the bail.” Agent Berrimow replied as he passed while Sam was wondering why such a long wait.

      “Hey. But what harassment, I only confused a girl with mine. I don't really know what came over me.” Sam had just said what he really thought.

      “Look, stop whimpering. There will be a court, a trial...”

      “Can I at least have a call?”

      “Sure, but be careful that you have a single phone call. You’d better choose a lawyer who can pay you the deposit if you want to get out of here.”

      Sam thought for just a moment to Stacie, but then passed to Carla. He had no intention of involving Stacie the day after having left that way. There was a problem. He did not know which law office Carla worked in. His only hope was that the policeman could help him.

      “Hey, listen up. I know only one lawyer. She’s from New York. Her name is Carla and she works in a law office here in the city but I don’t know her phone number. Can you help me, please?”

      The policeman looked at him with a half smile on his mouth and said:

      Maybe it's your lucky day today. Here in the Department we know well the lawyer De Sena. Think that I started a month ago and I already remember her. You hardly forget a beautiful girl like that. She comes to visit us constantly because she often gets office cases. I know the office where she works. I’ll get the number.

      “Carla, it’s Sam. Yes, the one you have overwhelmed this morning. I need your help. I’m at the police precinct. Can you come here?”

      After about half an hour Carla had reached Sam. She actually had not asked herself too many questions. Maybe she was used to rescue the scoundrels at the Police District in her role as a lawyer, but in this case she had decided to take Sam at home.

      “This is the right time to begin to tell me more about you if you really care for my help.” Carla told Sam.

      "Look, get me out of here and I promise to tell you everything. I assure you that I am the first who needs to talk about it.” Sam did not say those words with the intention to flatter Carla; he really needed to understand what was going on in his head.

      In the meantime, the policeman who had got Carla’s phone number was filling out the documents needed for the release.

      “Sam Cary, born on November 18th, 1968 in Colorado...Hey Sam, tomorrow you’ll be 26. Happy birthday.” The policeman revealed unintentionally to Carla the first news she missed about Sam, then he got closer to Sam and added in a low voice:

      “Young man, this girl has a way with men, believe me, and so get a move on if you want to keep her.

      As soon as those last words reached Sam, he suddenly turned his eyes and stared at the policeman as a little cat before jumping to the neck of its prey.

      The policeman was impressed by that look, so he closed the file he had in his hands, he turned and went into the next room silently.

      “Sam, but what’s the matter with that cop?” Carla asked Sam.

      “Maybe he doesn’t feel well, it happens.” Sam said, while rubbing his temples because a big pain in his head was exhausting him.

      Carla looked at him for a moment then she pulled up her shoulders and took the bag to go.

      He was released with no problems, as the complaint against him had not been presented. When they were out of there, they headed for Carla’s home.

      -5-

      Stacie was frantically waiting for Peter, when she heard knocking on the door.

      “At last! I was waiting for you.” Stacie had not yet taken off the feeling of a faithless meeting that was accompanying her since she had invited Peter that morning.

      “I don’t think it’s late. You, rather, you look nervous, really nervous actually. Are you all right?” Peter asked.

      “Yes, I'm sorry but I have yet to get used to the fact that Sam and I are now two people with two completely separate lives.”

      Meanwhile, Peter took off his coat, put the bottle of wine he was holding down and sat in the living room.

      “Look, I would tell you what I think about this story and about Sam in particular but it was you who asked me to not talk about it. Maybe you were not wrong when you asked me to avoid going back on this subject, at least for the moment.” Peter said.

      Stacie smiled, accepted Peter’s proposal and began to put on the table the trial documents. They worked for a long time that night; they just stopped for a pizza at around 10pm and took the opportunity to drink Peter’s wine. It was not a great wine, for her who usually always sought the right one with Sam for every situation, but she was fine with it.

      That evening Stacie discovered with some surprise that, after all, she could begin to live a new relationship, beyond how it would end. She felt the satisfaction in sharing an interest and she thought that Sam and she had never discussed anyone of her causes, although Sam had done her own studies.

      “Stacie, it’s getting late, but I think we gave it our best shot for being the first day of work together.” Peter said.

      “Sure, Peter. It sounds like a good start. Above all, I must thank you because I felt really good tonight. Believe me, after Sam went on, I did not imagine that tonight I would be nearly five hours working and eating pizza with one of my colleagues at my house.” Stacie said.

      “Am I just a colleague to you?” Peter dared.

      “Well, I would say my favorite colleague, but do not add more. I would not spoil the evening.” Stacie had unbalanced beyond what she believed she could do that night.

      “All right, you got it. Then I’ll see you tomorrow. This time, you’d better pay attention to the alarm, though.” Peter said.

      “Once more, thank you for everything.” Stacie greeted.

      Peter went away pleased more of the effect his presence had had on Stacie than for the work done.

      Peter was not one who lived for success but he considered the career functional to achieve his goals. Stacie had always been among them. Unfortunately, he had always had to give it up, because it was not in his nature to fight with another man for a woman.

      As soon as he had heard that Sam and Stacie had discontinued their relationship, Peter had immediately thought this was his chance, and that trial was perfect to stay as long as possible close to Stacie. He knew well СКАЧАТЬ