Kitty Takes a Holiday
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In lieu of an answer, Heller continued. “Was Ms. Norville even examined by a doctor after the confrontation?”
“No, Your Honor,” Ben said softly. I should have let him take me to a hospital. He'd wanted to take me to a hospital. We could have at least taken pictures of what the wounds looked like.
None of us thought we'd be here arguing it in court. That we'd need the evidence.
“Then the violence of the victim's attack has perhaps been exaggerated?”
I should have just let Miriam Wilson kill me. That would have gotten Cormac off the hook. Made everyone's lives a whole lot easier. Nice defeatist thinking there.
Ben's voice changed, falling in pitch, becoming tight with anger. “You have the witness statements, Your Honor. At the time, they all feared for Ms. Norville's life. That's the scene my client encountered, and that's what should be taken into account. The only reason there's even a question is because Sheriff Marks has a grudge against him. This court is biased.” He landed his fist on the table. From behind him, I could see his breathing quicken, his ribs expanding under the cheap suit jacket.
Heller shook her head, preparing to close out the hearing. “I am not inclined to dismiss this case on the basis of the evidence you've presented, Mr. O'Farrell.”
Hissing a breath, Ben bent double almost, leaning on the table in front of him, bowing his head. The pose was familiar—it's what I did when the Wolf fought inside me, when she was close to the surface and trying to break out.
I stood quickly; leaning forward as far as I could, I was able to touch Ben's back. It was stiff as a board, in pain. Cormac gripped Ben's arm with his bound hands. Please, not here, 1 begged silently. Feel my touch, stay human, keep it together. I tried to see his hands—that was where it usually happened first. The claws—did he have claws or fingers?
“Mr. O'Farrell, are you all right?” Judge Heller frowned with concern.
Everyone in the courtroom stared at us. I didn't care. I kept my hand pressed against his back, hoping he'd respond. Cormac and I both watched him intently, waiting.
Finally, he straightened. Creaking almost, like he had to stack each vertebra into place. His face was pale, and his neck sweating.
“I'm fine,” he said, though his voice was still rough, like a growl. “Sorry for the interruption. I'm fine.” He smoothed his suit and shook himself out of the spell. Slowly, Cormac and I sat back in our places.
My heart was racing. I couldn't help but feel like we'd had a close call. He shouldn't have been doing this, he shouldn't have had to face the stress of a courtroom in his condition. He was still just a pup.
Heller resumed. “Both parties should consult in order to agree on a time for a preliminary hearing, at which time the defendant will enter his plea to the charges filed.”
Then, almost abruptly, anticlimactically, it was over. And Cormac wasn't leaving with us. Held without bail.
The courtroom rustled with activity. Bailiffs approached to take charge of Cormac, who looked over his shoulder at me. “Keep an eye on him. Don't let him out of your sight,” he said in a low voice. 1 nodded quickly and watched them lead him away. He knew how close it had been, too.
Marks glared at us across the room, but didn't stick around for a confrontation.
Espinoza approached Ben, who still looked like he was about to pass out. I could hear his heart racing. I was ready to jump up and leap to his side, if he showed the slightest indication that he needed help—if he was about to break down. He held it together, though. He didn't look good, but he stayed upright, kept breathing.
I didn't like George Espinoza, even though I knew that wasn't fair. 1 didn't know him, I'd never spoken to him. But I saw him as a threat. He was attacking my people. My pack. I kept wanting to slip in between him and Ben and growl at him. But I had to just step aside and let things happen.
They talked in low voices. Ben did a lot of nodding. The bailiff hustled them out of the room then to make way for the next hearing. I trailed behind, trying to eavesdrop. I heard a couple of phrases. “Give me a week,” and “plea bargain.”
I approached Ben only after Espinoza left the lobby outside the courtroom. He stood stiffly, hugging a file folder that stood in for his briefcase. He carried himself rigidly—angry, and trying to hold it in. He was used to being able to channel his anger in the courtroom. Using it to strengthen his arguments. Now, the wolf wouldn't let him do that.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Let's get out of here.”
He let me guide him out of the building, leaning on me until we were outside.
Out in the sun I was able to ask him, “How close did you get in there? How close to Changing?”
He shook his head absently. “I don't know. I felt like I could have breathed wrong and it all would have come loose. I felt it push against the inside of my skin. 1 just don't know.” He closed his eyes and took a deep, trembling breath. “I'm losing it.”
“No, you're not. You're fine, you kept it together.”
“Not me,” he said. “I don't care about me. I'm talking about the case.”
“It can't be that bad. Can it?” He was the lawyer. Who was I to second-guess him?
“Any rational person looks at the evidence and comes to exactly the conclusion Espinoza presented. If I stand up there and say, no she wasn't just wearing a wolf skin, she'd actually become a wolf, I sound insane. When it comes to believing the eyewitness reports of a few people who were in the dark and scared out of their skulls, or the hard evidence of the coroner's report, it isn't much of a contest. And she was incapacitated when Cormac killed her. He wasn't defending anyone at that point.”
“We didn't know that, not for sure. Marks was there— why doesn't he tell them? He's a cop, wouldn't his testimony hold any more weight?”
“He's signed off on Espinoza's version.”
Of course he would. “That's not fair. You'd think after everything he did to me he could at least stand up for Cormac.”
“Except he's decided that she wasn't that dangerous, and Cormac overreacted. The coroner's report makes more sense than skinwalkers, so that's what he's sticking to. That's what's going to hold up in court. Not the ghost stories.”