Catherine arrived at Harry and Martha Townsend’s home in the upper east side. Catherine told Cameron and his family about the ADA’s deal. The family was having before dinner cocktails in the den.
“Did you tell him to take his deal and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine?” Harry Townsend asked and sipped is bourbon.
“No. I am obligated to bring Cameron the deal and let him make his own decision. However . . . I do advise he not take it,” Catherine stated. “But in the end, it’s Cameron’s decision.”
“Tell Quinn to take his deal and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine,” Cameron said with his eyebrow cocked up.
Everyone chuckled.
“Very well,” Catherine said nonchalantly. “I’ll leave you to finish your drinks and enjoy your dinner.”
“Catherine, please stay,” Mrs. Townsend implored. “We have an excellent chef. Just hired her a few months ago.”
“The best chef we’ve had in ten years,” Mr. Townsend added.
“I appreciate the offer, but –” Catherine began.
“Do you have other dinner plans?” Cameron interrupted.
“No, but I have paperwork –”
“Since it’s only paperwork, it can wait for two hours,” Cameron said as he stood.
“No, it can’t,” Catherine asserted. In truth, she was in no mood to be around anyone this evening. She had the first day of Cameron’s trial this morning. She had lunch with her parents. Then she had been in court again for an assault case. Then another case after that for trespassing and damage of property. It had been a long day. What she wanted was to put a frozen dinner in the microwave, settle in with a glass or two – or five of wine as she watched Law & Order SVU.
“We insist,” Mrs. Townsend said. “The way you have stood by Cameron and working on his case day and night the least we can do is feed you dinner.”
Catherine smiled. “The last time I checked I was billing him for my time.”
Ezekiel chuckled.
“Nevertheless, we’re feeding you,” Mr. Townsend said.
“And no offense, dear, but it appears you could use a few good meals,” Lea Ann Townsend-Rushings said. “You’re so thin.”
“I’ve always been thin,” Catherine said. Granted she had lost eight pounds since the breakup but still.
“Catherine, you may as well accept. No one here is going to let you go until you do,” Don said. “We can be a stubborn bunch at times.”
“And trust me, you do not want to miss a chance to eat Lucy’s cooking,” Cameron said.
Ugh, god. What does a girl have to do to be at home to drink and wallow in self-pity in peace? To the outside world, Catherine did the best she could to put up a brave front – a strong and confident Catherine Alexis Van Dyke. But in reality, she cried herself to sleep at least four times a week and she was starting to drink too much at home.
The Townsends stared at her like they were expecting a yes.
That’s when Catherine realized there was no way out. “All right, I accept.”
“Good,” Mr. Townsend in a victorious tone. “Now let’s go to the dining room.”
****
Dinner wasn’t as painful as Catherine had thought. The Townsends had a happy rapport with each other. And Cameron wasn’t exaggerating about his parents’ cook. That was the best stuffed lobster Catherine has ever had in her life. And the cherry cheese cake was absolutely superb.
Catherine was able to get out of having after dinner conversation and drinks with the family. Yet, Cameron insisted on walking her to her car.
“I’m glad you enjoyed dinner,” he said.
“Yes. Thanks again for strong arming me into staying.”
They lightly laughed.
“What are your plans for tomorrow?”
“Work. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious.”
“Hmm.”
They fell silent as they approached Catherine’s white BMW.
“Can I ask you a just curious question, too?”
“Sure,” Cameron answered.
“Your cousin, Ezekiel . . . he doesn’t . . . look like the rest of you,” Catherine stated carefully.
Cameron leaned back with shock. “Is it that obvious?” He grinned.
Catherine scoffed with amusement laced with embarrassment. “I was wondering how he is . . . a Townsend.”
“My father’s brother and Don’s father, Uncle Hugh, found him and adopted him.”
“Found him where? If I may ask,” she added quickly.
“Sure. It’s not a secret really,” Cameron said nonchalantly. “Uncle Hugh ran a restaurant years ago in Washington DC. He was taking the garbage out one night. Caught a little black kid going through the trash. When my uncle yelled out at him, he ran or tried too rather. Uncle Hugh was faster and caught him within seconds. He asked the boy his name. He answered Ezekiel. Then he asked why he was going through his trash. Ezekiel had told him that his mother didn’t have a lot of money and therefore couldn’t buy a lot for them to eat. My uncle asked why his mother couldn’t file for food assistance or go to a food pantry. During those days, food pantries in D.C. were being overrun with needy people and for some reason Ezekiel’s mother only got a hundred dollars a month in SNAP benefits – or so he had claimed.”
“He claimed?” she repeated with confusion.
“I’m getting to that part. My uncle took pity on him. Said that he would set food aside for him and his mother a few nights a week so he wouldn’t have to go through the garbage. So, four times a week Uncle Hugh went out in the back alley and gave Ezekiel dinners for two. This went on for three months. Then Uncle Hugh decided to follow Ezekiel home one night. He thought at the most he would find Ezekiel’s mother waiting in a car a block away. After all, Ezekiel was only eleven at the time therefore too young to walk the streets of D.C. alone at night. Anything could have happened to him.”
“So, what happened when your uncle met Ezekiel’s mother?”
Cameron snorted lightly. “He never did meet his mother. He followed Ezekiel to a vacant building. Suffice it to say, Ezekiel was shocked as hell when Uncle Hugh made his presence known. He had no choice but to admit that his mother had died three years ago. He ended up in the foster care system, but he ran away from the homes – four homes to be exact. The first home, the woman was exceptionally mean to him and two other foster kids. The next two homes the foster parents were drunks who fought all the time. The last foster home . . . the woman kept flirting with him. He figured he was better off on the streets and he was as long as he found shelter in the winter and kept fast on his feet.”
“Oh, dear. Then what happened?”
“Since it was October, it wasn’t going to get any warmer. Uncle Hugh invited Ezekiel to stay with him and Don for a while. Aunt May had died of cancer by then. A while turned into a year. Then a year turned into two years. Then Uncle Hugh decided to legally adopt Ezekiel. Social services didn’t give them any problems. It was all made legal rather quickly.”
“What about Ezekiel’s father?”
Cameron shrugged. “Ezekiel had no idea who he was and still doesn’t. On his birth certificate, it actually says unknown.”
“He never asked his mother who his father was?”
“He did,” Cameron answered. “But she never gave him a straight answer. Always told him he didn’t need his daddy and wouldn’t want him if he knew what she knew about him.”
“I see. Considering what Ezekiel has been through, he turned out well.”
“Yes. Thanks to my uncle, may god rest his soul. Ezekiel runs the restaurant now along with Don.”
“That’s great,” Catherine said sincerely. “Well, I best get going. My paperwork doesn’t do itself. Thanks again for dinner.”
“No problem. We were glad to have you,” Cameron said with a little smile. “Have a good night.” He quickly leaned in and kissed her cheek. Then he walked away like it was an innocent peck.
Catherine guessed he didn’t mean anything inappropriate by it but it still made her feel – something. However, she couldn’t place what it was. She was not used to her clients showing her that sort of affection as gratitude. Shake her hand? Yes. But not kiss on the cheek.
****
Harry and Martha Townsend were in their master suite. Martha was sitting up against severely fluffy pillows with her hands folded in her lap. Harry emerged from the bathroom.
Martha sighed heavily.
“What is it, Martha?” he asked as he pulled the covers back.
“I’m worried about Cameron,” she answered. “Do you really think Catherine can get him acquitted?”
“If she can’t, no one can. She’s the best money can buy from what I understand.” He got into bed next to her.
“That’s not an answer.”
He looked over at her. He was quiet for a long moment. So long she was actually starting to feel uncomfortable. “I hope so.”
“Harry . . . you don’t think he . . . did it, do you?” she asked, slightly above a whisper.
“No, but it doesn’t look good for the boy at the moment.”
“No, it doesn’t. I told Cameron that girl was going to bring him nothing but trouble. And I was right. She’s so much trouble that she’s causing Cameron problems from beyond the grave.”
“Goodnight, Martha.” Harry turned and cut the lamp off, putting half the room in darkness.
A week later . . . Catherine was about to open a bottle of wine when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone. More than likely it was one of her sisters. They were the only ones who showed up unannounced. Catherine opened the door to – Ava Bartholomew. “Hi, Catherine. May I come in?” Ava chirped happily. She wore a tight shirt and blue jeans. She held a bag. “Ava,” Catherine said as she shook off the shock. “What are you doing here?” “I went by the mansion, thinking you were still staying there with your parents. One of your sisters told me you had returned to your condo and gave me the address.” “You didn’t answer my question.” “Is that popcorn I smell?” she asked as she gently yet quickly pushed past Catherine. Seriously? “Ah. I did smell popcorn. And I see you have a bottle of wine already opened. No matter. We can drink both bottles,” Ava said as she pull
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It was Saturday night, and Catherine was enjoying a glass of white wine. These were the moments she lived for now. Drinking some wine and watching television alone. The doorbell rang. “Who . . . could that be,” Catherine slurred as she stood up. She wobbled to the door and opened it. “Hey,” Ava sang and sashayed in. “Hey,” Catherine mimicked and closed the door. “I came here to invite you out for drinks, but I see you already have a head start,” she said as she picked up the empty wine bottle on the kitchen counter. “Yes. And I’m not dressed to go out.” Catherine had on a button-down shirt that was way too big for her. It had belonged to Bruce. He had left some of his clothes at the condo. “Well, change. I’ll wait. And I’m driving since you already got the party started.” Next thing Catherine knew, she was wearing a red skirt and a matching top with straps she had bought while s
The Hudson wives, two of them anyway, wanted a Saturday night out on the town. So, the men took them to the Oasis. But the club was at maximum capacity. According to the door man, if they let anymore in they would get in trouble with the fire marshal. So, Trevor Hudson suggested Max’s. It was a good club yet low key and they played great music. He had taken loads of girls to Max’s before he had gotten married and had child. They were sitting at a table that was close to the dance floor. “Trevor,” Joanna began, sounding shocked. “Is that Cameron Townsend and Catherine Van Dyke on the dance floor?” She was pointing where she was looking. Trevor followed his wife’s finger. That was Cameron Townsend all right, but whoever he was dancing with wasn’t Catherine. “That’s Cameron, but no honey, that’s not Catherine. It can’t be. When she was with Bruce she hated night clubs.” “So did Bruce, but look where he is now,” Joann
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Two days later . . . Cameron had called Catherine’s office yesterday and asked her to meet him for lunch at the Four Seasons. The maître d escorted Catherine to Cameron’s table. Cameron stood as they approached. He was wearing a charcoal suit with a silk light blue tie and a white shirt. “Good afternoon, Catherine.” “Cameron,” she said with a nod. The maître d pulled a chair out for her. It was across from Cameron. “I waited to order,” he said and sat back down. “Do you know what you want to drink, miss?” the maître d asked. “Club soda.” The maître d nodded and left them. Catherine opened the menu that was already on the table. “The steak here is fantastic,” Cameron said as he opened his menu. “I’m sure it is, but I think I’ll get some sort of salad,” she said as she looked at the list of specialty salads. “Do you have
The prosecution rested and court had been adjourned for the day. Catherine had returned to her office. Court was going to reconvene on Tuesday and all she had was about eight character witnesses and that was it. Nothing concrete to prove Cameron’s innocence. “The burden of proof is on the state,” her old law professor had said when she was in school. In reality, the real burden was on the defense to supply doubts as to why the defendant was not guilty. In the real world, people believed the worse than expecting and acknowledging the best. Catherine sighed heavily. What am I going to do? I can’t let him down. He’s innocent. I know he is. Catherine’s cell rang. The caller ID said it was Ava Bartholomew. “Hello, Ava. It’s not a good time. Can I call you tomorrow? We can have lunch.” “Um, Catherine this is . . . important. Remember when I first came to your condo, and you said you had thought I had first c
Christmas Eve It had been eight weeks since the shooting. Cameron’s physical therapy was going well. He had been out of the wheelchair for a week and was now walking with a cane. This year, the Van Dykes were hosting a Christmas Party at their estate. The crème de la crème of New York’s elite were in attendance.Almost everyone patted Cameron on the back saying how glad they were to see him out and about. Catherine had asked her mother to invite Angela King and Terrance. And they did come. They had a hard time mingling at first, but Mr. Townsend intervened, walking them around, making introductions. After that, they relaxed and began chit chatting with a few people. Ava had also been invited. She was chatting with various people in the room. She hadn’t come with a date even though Catherine had said she could bring one. Catherine was speaking to a potential client when Cameron whisked her away. There was a time
Catherine, Matt, and Aunt Lea Ann had left to get dinner. Cameron had just had dinner. For hospital food it wasn’t bad. He heard someone enter the room. Don and Ezekiel came around the corner. Well, shit. “Hey, cuz,” Ezekiel greeted. “We heard about what happened. We’ve been in touch with Aunt Lea Ann. She’s been keeping us abreast with your progress.” “Yeah. It was really touch and go there from what we understand,” Don said. “That’ s what I’ve been told,” Cameron said as he stared at them. He didn’t know what to think about them being here. Ezekiel he could forgive. He had been between a rock and a hard. But Don? “I’m sure you’re still pissed. I would be if I were you,” Don said. “But at the same time, I didn’t want you to think I – or rather we didn’t care about what happened to you.” “I appreciate it,” Cameron said. “I really do.” Ezekiel nodded. “Now that we k
Two days later . . . Cameron had been moved out of ICU to PCU, meaning there was no longer a visiting restriction. Catherine showed up at the hospital as soon as Mr. Townsend had called and told her. She rushed into room 309. There he was sitting up in bed watching television in a hospital gown. “Catherine,” he said with a big smile. She practically ran to him. She plopped on the bed and they immediately embraced. “Oh, my darling, Catherine. You are a sight for sore eyes,” he said over her shoulder. Catherine pulled back. Their mouths met. They lapped at each other’s lips like they were star-crossed lovers who hadn’t seen each other in six months They were both breathless by the time they were done. “Oh, Cameron, I was so . . . frightened I wouldn’t . . . oh, darling.” She kissed him again. “Mmm,” Cameron groaned as he pulled out of the kiss.
The next day . . .Catherine was at Mercy Hospital again with the Townsends. Matt was reading something on his phone as Mrs. Rushings was knitting what looked like a scarf.Catherine exhaled heavily. Cameron was still in ICU in a coma. Even though he wouldn’t know she was there or not, she wished she could see him. Then again, Mrs. Rushings and Matt probably felt the same way.“I’m going to the bathroom,” Matt announced as he stood.“All right,” his mother said.He walked away.She placed her knitting in her lap and looked at Catherine. “I’ve been in touch with Ezekiel and Don. They’re still in New York.”“Oh?”“Well, Don flew back to D.C. for a few days to check on the restaurant. When he heard, from Ezekiel that Cam had been shot he flew back and got a hotel room at the Marriot where Ezekiel is.”“I see.”“I’ve been keeping them up to date with what has been going on. They are afraid to come to the hospital because they don’t know who Harry will react to them being here.”“I can und
It was after ten a.m. Sunday morning when Catherine returned to Mercy Hospital wearing a dark yellow pants suit. Lea Ann and Matt where in the ICU waiting room. It appeared they had gone home to freshen up and change clothes.“Hi. How is he?” Catherine asked as she approached.“Still in the coma,” Lea Ann answered. “Harry is in with him now. They let him visit every half hour. He should be out in a minute.”And like clockwork, Mr. Townsend emerged. He was still in the closes he was wearing last night.“Any change?” Matt asked.“No. He’s just lying there with an oxygen mask . . . machines beeping and what not,” Mr. Townsend said.Catherine exhaled.“We just have to be patient,” Mrs. Rushings said as she placed her hand on Catherine’s shoulder. “He’ll come out of it.”“Before I came here, I got a call from Ben Quinn, the ADA who is prosecuting Cameron’s case. Apparently, Mrs. Townsend has gotten a lawyer and Judge Gehrig is willing to hold court today – for her bail hearing and to consi
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
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.
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
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