CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED and THIRTEEN
(part six)
“Mr. White,” Samantha said to the young lawyer.
“Yes ma’am,” he said.
“If it’s all right with you, I’m going to ask that you help Mr. Smith,” Samantha said to the lawyer. “Do not agree to anything. Make them direct their questions to you.”
She leaned in close to the young man, but Yvonne could still hear her.
“Don’t give them an inch,” Samantha said. “This is a railroad job that none of the alphabet soup wants any part of. We’re playing our parts so that they can hone in on the men behind this. It’s up to us to make sure Yvonne and Rodney aren’t collateral damage in this train wreck.”
“I always liked the idea of being a train robber, ma’am,” the young lawyer smiled.
Samantha gave him a tight smile.
“Is that all right with you, Mr. Smith?” Samantha asked.
“Yes ma’am, but I’m not leaving here without Yvonne,” Rodney said.
“I’m not leaving here without both of you,” Reverend White said. “If they even think about keeping you here, I’ll raise a stink so loud they’ll think Joshua himself was standing out here.”
The man crossed his arms across his chest and gave a firm nod.
“Good. But if the walls don’t crumble…” She nodded to the Homeland Security agent. He held out a note with a list of phone numbers on it. “Call these numbers.”
“Will do,” Reverend White said. “In an hour?”
“We’ll be lucky if we’ve gotten through the introductions in an hour,” Samantha smiled. “If it’s six o’clock and you haven’t seen us, get on the phone.”
“I’ll do it,” he said.
A police detective came to the counter and gestured toward Rodney. The young lawyer went to the counter to speak to the detective. He turned around to them.
“They’re ready for us,” the lawyer said.
Yvonne turned to hold him. For a moment, he rested his head in the crook of her neck. When he looked up, his big right hand cradled her head.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said.
She smiled. His lips brushed hers and he followed his young lawyer and the tall blonde Homeland Security agent back into the office.
“Are you ready?” Samantha asked.
“I guess so,” Yvonne said.
The older Denver Police detective Yvonne had met and drawn a picture of last night was waiting for them near the door. As they approached a tall man in an expensive stepped into the doorway.
“Ah shit,” Samantha said under her breath. “The Federal Prosecutor is here.”
“Why Jeremy,” Yvonne smiled at the man. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
The Federal Prosecutor cleared his throat.
“Of course, I don’t have to attend to your… needs today,” Yvonne smiled at him. “I’m a free woman.”
Yvonne looked up into the Federal Prosecutor’s face. His face drained of color. For a second. he looked like he was going to faint.
“Excuse us,” Samantha said as she passed.
The Federal Prosecutor lunged at Yvonne and hit the Homeland Security Agent they called Raz instead. Powerfully built, the Homeland Security Agent picked up the Prosecutor by the shoulders and set him down in front of the uniformed Denver Police officers.
“Will you take out this trash?” he asked.
“Be glad to.” The uniformed police officer took out his handcuffs to place on the prosecutor.
“Ma’am,” the Homeland Security Agent offered her his arm.
Her heart beating like a drum, she took his arm and forced herself to walk past the prosecutor. They were near the back when she sagged. The tall Agent leaned down to her.
“Don’t let them break you now,” the agent said. “There are a lot of people, women, even children, who need you to be strong for them today. You can do this.”
She looked up into his handsome face.
“You’re in the home stretch.”
He nodded and she copied his gestured. They walked into the interview room together.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…
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