Once again, the courthouse was a madhouse with photographers and reporters. The Townsend family were getting used to the hustle and bustle of it all. But with any luck, they won’t have to put up with it too much longer. It didn’t take long for court to get underway. “Ms. Van Dyke, please call your next witness,” Judge Gehrig instructed. Catherine stood. “The defense calls Donald Townsend.” A bailiff who was at the back of the courtroom opened the door and stuck his head into the hallway. A pin drop could be heard in the room when Don entered with a man behind him. Catherine assumed it was the lawyer Don had hired. She didn’t recognize him. Don quickly strode to the front of the room. He wore a black suit, black tie, and white shirt. His hair was wetted and slicked back. He took the stand and a bailiff swore him in. “Good afternoon Mr. Townsend,” Catherine said as she rounded the table.
The next evening . . . Catherine couldn’t stop thinking about Cameron. How was he copping? Has he heard from Don? What was he feeling, right now? She finally broke down and called him. “It’s good you called,” Cameron said softly. “I’m . . . dealing.” “You sound calm,” she commented. “Cameron, I was wondering.”“Yes?” “We’ve never talked about how . . . losing your child affected you. Are you dealing with that all right?” Cameron had talked about how hurt he was about losing Kelly, and how her infidelity made him feel, but they had never talked about the loose of his baby. “As best as a man could deal with it, I guess. I mean it wasn’t until . . . after Kelly died I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he – or she was mine. By the time I knew for sure I was going to be a father. I wasn’t going to be at the same time. It . . . was a shock, but it never really sunk in. It was like the child was a dream. It was
It was the day for closing arguments. And once again, the courtroom was all a flutter. Catherine, with Phillip’s help here and there, had fine-tuned her closing argument. Cameron was wearing a dark gray jacket, a black tie, and black slacks. His dark hair was neatly combed. Phillip was talking to Ava in spectator seating. Mrs. Townsend looked more nervous than a cat in a tree during a lightning storm. Mr. Townsend and Ezekiel acted cool as a cucumber. Matt was whispering to Cameron like he was a coach talking to the star quarterback. Ms. Lea Ann sat in a chair looking – Catherine couldn’t place her look. It was like she had something on her mind. “Are you all right, Mrs. Rushings?” Catherine asked. “Huh? Oh, yes. I’m just . . . concerned for Cameron,” she said with a weak smile. Is that all? Something told Catherine it wasn’t. Mrs. Mays, Kelly’s mother, sat quietly next to Ezekiel. Catherin
Three days later . . . It was a miserable rainy Saturday afternoon. Catherine had called Cameron yesterday to check on him but he didn’t answer. And he didn’t return her phone call. That wasn’t like him, but she brushed it off, thinking he needed time alone and to rest. All this had to be taxing on him. That’s what she thought until Matt’s call. “What do you mean no one knows where he is?” Catherine repeated, trying not to panic. “I didn’t call you at first because I was trying to keep it quiet until I could find him on my own. But the rest of the family was starting to get suspicious yesterday. I had no choice but to tell them I haven’t seen or heard from Cameron since the day we came home from court.” “Oh, no,” Catherine whispered.He wouldn’t jump bail. He couldn’t. Everyone he knows is here. His family is here. His life is here. I’m here. “He can’t get too far if he . . . dare I say it out loud jump bail. He h
Catherine was awakened by her cell vibrating on the nightstand. She had put it on vibrate before her and Cameron dosed off. It was Frankie. He was working on two other cases for her. She quickly picked up her phone and dashed into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her. “Hello?” she whispered loudly. “Hey, lady lawyer,” Frankie greeted. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” “Um, kind of,” she whispered. “I’m sorry to disturb, but this might be important. Can we meet in forty-five minutes? I’m at an Italian joint called Roberto’s.” “Um, sure. I know that place. It’s not far from me.” “Great, see you in forty-five.” He hung up. Careful not to wake, Cameron she tip-toed around the bedroom getting dressed. She pulled on a pink pair of sweats and a light white long sleeve top. They were her jogging clothes. She grabbed her phone and turned to leave the bedroom. She looked back at Ca
Three months ago . . . “Would you like some tea, Martha?” Kelly asked as she glided into the kitchen of her home. “How about herbal tea? You seem agitated.” “If you were out of our lives for good, I wouldn’t be so agitated,” Martha said. Kelly whirled around. “Now, Martha, is that anyway to speak to your daughter-in-law . . . and the mother of your future grandchild?” “Oh, please, we both know there is only a fifty - hell, maybe even a twenty-five percent chance Cameron is the baby’s father.” “There you go with those wild accusations again,” Kelly said in a shame on you tone. “All because you saw me talk to one man coming off an elevator. “You were flirting your butt of with him. But I didn’t need to see that to know you’re cheating on my son. So, let’s cut the bull. What will it take for you to leave Cameron - to leave the family?” “Leave?” “Yes. I’m prepared and able to write
Martha Townsend stood at the window looking out at the rain as Lea Ann finished her part of the story. Once she finished, you could hear a pin drop in the living room. “I . . . I didn’t mean to kill the little bitch,” Mrs. Townsend bit out bitterly. “I had only planned to scare her with it. But when she brushed me off like I was some pathetic creature that was beneath her . . . I snapped. How dare that trailer park trash gidget look down her nose at me.” Mrs. Townsend whirled around to look at them. “I got so angry that I . . .” “We got the picture, Aunt Martha,” Matt mumbled. He was still reeling. He had been in the dark about all of it. “I truly did not believe the baby was Cameron’s at the time,” Martha said sorrowfully. “I really thought it belonged to another man.” “What I couldn’t figure out on my way here was why did you decided to kill Joey Evers?” Catherine asked. “Who!” Mr. Townsend shouted with shock.
Mercy Hospital Emergency Room Cameron had been rushed by ambulance to the hospital. Unfortunately, Catherine and the Townsends couldn’t follow immediately. The cops had split them up in separate rooms to ask them questions as to what happened. Catherine knew it was procedure but it didn’t make the situation less stressful or better. Cops and forensics were all over the mansion. The cops arrested Martha Townsend within an hour of them arriving. After what seemed to be two hours, the police had let Catherine and the rest go to the hospital to check on Cameron. Mr. Townsend rushed to the emergency room desk. “My son, Cameron Townsend, was brought in here a little over two hours ago. Where is he?” “I’ll check, sir,” the clerk said and started typing. Dear god let him be all right. Cameron got shot saving her. “It says here he is in surgery,” the clerk said. “What kind of