Her Best Defense. Jackie/Lori Merritt/Myles

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      “Good Lord,” she said aloud, fumbling around on the night table until she found and stopped the noise of the alarm. What time was it, anyway, and how had she managed to sleep so late?

      “First, some coffee,” she said as she padded down the stairs and into the kitchen.

      Once she got the coffee brewing, she went to the front door. Finding the newspaper every morning was usually a new and interesting challenge. For whatever reason, the person who delivered her paper couldn’t quite seem to locate the front porch of her house. He could, however, find the bushes that ran under her living room window or the flower bed at the front corner of her property. As she opened the door, she wondered where the paper would be today.

      It took only a moment to spot it. It was laid out neatly on the porch, her face peering up at her from the front page.

      “What the hell…?”

      Her picture was not the only one. Next to it was one of Glory and next to her was a picture of Chandler. The headline read Chicago Heiress Arrested For Murder.

      “Oh, no!” Lisa practically shouted. This was not the kind of publicity she wanted or needed right now. She quickly retreated inside and went back to the kitchen where she could sit down and read the rest of the story.

      Lisa laid the newspaper out on the table and poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She usually put a little cream in her coffee just to take the bite out of it first thing in the morning. This morning, however, she needed all the bite she could get. After a sip of the hot brew, she began to read.

      The story started with Glory and Mateo and their “special” relationship. It stated that Mateo Ruiz had been the Witheringtons’ gardener and then intimated that pulling weeds and mowing lawns was not all he’d been paid to do.

      “How clever,” Lisa said sarcastically. “And who in God’s name told the reporter that?”

      It went on to describe the murder, and how and where Mateo’s body had been found; it even mentioned the fact that Mateo had been shot in the back. Next, there was a paragraph about the Witherington family’s wealth, reportedly derived from its import-export business. The final paragraph was about Lisa and her law firm.

      “This is just great,” Lisa mumbled as she got up for another cup of coffee. How on earth did the press get wind of all of this so soon? Obviously Glory and Chandler were big news in the Chicago area—and a front yard homicide was probably the most sensational thing with which either of them had been involved. All Lisa could really be thankful for right now was that the story hadn’t mentioned Glory’s other run-ins with the law. Everything would eventually come out, but Lisa hoped that by then she would have been able to run a little interference. So far, all she was doing was running blind, and that was something she was going to have to change.

      Lisa decided she’d better get into the office early on this sunny Saturday morning. She could imagine the kind of hoopla this front-page story could mean for the firm and she wanted to be prepared for the repercussions. However, she only made it to the top of the stairs before her telephone started ringing.

      “Hello?” she said, grabbing the phone in her bedroom on the second ring.

      “Hi, sugar plum.” It was her mother.

      “Mom, it’s ten minutes after six. You never call this early unless something is wrong.”

      “Nothing is wrong. I just saw your picture in the morning paper. Front page, no less.”

      “Oh, that.”

      “I take it this is a new case for you? When did you get this one? I thought you’d just finished up on another.”

      “Mom, I’m usually juggling half a dozen cases and so is every other lawyer in the place. I did just finish up another, but Mr. Ludlow asked me personally to take this one. You just don’t refuse a senior partner. I do think one of the reasons he asked me to handle this was because he didn’t think it would go this far.”

      “What do you mean? Mrs. Witherington is being accused of murder, isn’t she? Why wouldn’t it go to trial?”

      “That’s just it. Mrs. Witherington didn’t do it. Someone else did. We were hoping to clear her name before it got that far. Actually, even before her arrest.”

      “Well, honey, I’m no attorney, but it seems to me that if the police have enough evidence to arrest a person for murder, then they must know something.”

      “The police can arrest anyone for anything, Mom. So far, all they have on Mrs. Witherington is circumstantial evidence and a coroner’s report. Look, Mom, I don’t mean to cut you short but I really need to get into the office early this morning. I’ll call you tonight. Okay?”

      “Sure, honey. I’ll talk to you later. Have a good day.”

      The next time the phone rang, Lisa was in the shower. Was it going to be like this all day? Was this what life was like for those attorneys who specialized in the biggest and most notorious high-profile cases?

      “Maybe I’ll move over to penny-ante crimes and divorce cases,” she grumbled as the hot water from the shower ran down her face and body.

      The phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Whoever was calling was persistent; maybe the call was from one of the firm’s partners. With a sudden sinking sensation, Lisa turned off the water, wrapped a towel around herself and ran for the phone.

      “Lisa Jensen,” she said, striving to sound all business in case it was John Ludlow or one of the other partners.

      “You been running?”

      “What?”

      “You’re out of breath.”

      “What I am is wet. You got me out of the shower.” Kurt Sandoval was calling this early? What on earth for? Possibly to badger her about the headlines? “Shit,” she whispered.

      “What was that?”

      It suddenly occurred to her that the police could have released the story to the press, and she became stiff with righteous indignation.

      “Did the department release the Witherington story?” she asked without answering his question.

      “Not that I know of.”

      “Well, somebody did it.”

      “That seems rather apparent, doesn’t it?” Kurt drawled. “Actually, I called to find out if you might be the mouth that roared. Publicity is sometimes good for defense counsel.”

      “I hardly think premature publicity is going to help Glory’s case,” she said with some sarcasm. “Besides, the entire article is slanted against her.”

      “Oh, now I think that’s an exaggeration.”

      “What I’d really like to know is why the reporter interviewed the prosecution attorneys and didn’t even try to make contact with me so I could present something positive about my client.”

      “Do you have something positive to present?”

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