Page 153 of Duty and Desire
“And Lottie…?” Lucas pressed.
“Was in the dressing room, then in my truck, then in bed asleep and she doesn’t know dick,” Mo told him. “The only letter she saw was the first, everyone’s call considering the escalation of menacing language.”
“She might hear it if this goes to trial,” Lawson said carefully.
“I don’t know why, since she doesn’t know dick, so there’d be no reason to call her as a witness. She doesn’t even know what this guy looks like,” Mo bit off.
“We’re gonna have to talk to her,” Lucas said even more carefully.
“You’re gonna have to wait,” Mo clipped.
Lucas nodded.
“So are we done?” Mo asked.
“We’re done, but we’ll need you to come in as soon as you can to make this official,” Lawson told him.
“And with this whackjob makin’ false statements, what’s my girl up against?” Mo demanded to know.
“Hawk’s right,” Lucas answered Mo. “We got him on intent to do grievous bodily harm, stalking, malice aforethought andthe Feds got a case. He typed out the letters, but handwrote the addresses, which might have been ballsy, but mostly it was stupid. Threats delivered, an employer took action to see his employees were safe. In these situations, bringing in security details is not unheard of. Even hired security using force when a threat has been identified isn’t unheard of and that won’t be a problem. The search of his home possibly against his will…”
Lucas let that trail, but he wasn’t done.
“If the judge can get past that and what was in his house is admissible, though, he’s fucked. Our search had a warrant. The judge just factors that, we’ll be fine. As for bail, the letters alone will give any judge pause. The rest, the DA will drive hard to either have bail set out of his price range or hold him until trial since he’s clearly not all there, so not only a likely flight risk, but just a risk. She’s good. But we’ll stay on this and if it comes to a point we’re concerned, we’ll be makin’ a lot of calls, so she’s covered.”
That was what he wanted to hear.
Mo got up.
“Morrison, I’ll tell her myself when I see her again, but if you can get it in, apologize to Lottie for me. Yeah?” Lawson asked.
Game over.
Mo lifted his chin.
Eddie started to make short work of getting Lawson and Lucas out of there, but Mo didn’t hang around to watch.
He took the stairs three at a time and went to Lottie’s bedroom.
Lottie was curled up in a ball, her head in her mom’s lap, her mother stroking her hair.
Jet, on her other side with Lottie’s feet in her lap, caught sight of him and gave him a small smile.
“Lawson and Lucas are taking off,” he told Jet.
Lottie’s head came up and her eyes found him.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I’m good, baby,” he answered, moving into the room. “You okay?”
“She needs her sister’s chocolate sheet cake,” Nancy decided.
“I’ll get on that,” Jet said, scooting to exit the bed.
“How about you get on this and I’ll get on getting those boys to move along?” Nancy asked him, tipping her head sideways and down to her girl.
He was one hundred percent down with that.
