Page 35 of Stilettos & Whiskey
Sheriff Maxwell nodded. “You can count on it, Judge.”
“They’re all lying. Julie Garza’s injuries didn’t occur on duty. She was drunk and fell down a flight of stairs,” Jim Bob snapped.
God, did I want to punch him. “Not true, sir. I was wearing a body camera at the time of the attack, and you’re more than welcome to view the video.”
Judge Savage turned his irate gaze on Jim Bob. “I’m also revoking your bond.”
“You can’t do that,” Jim Bob snapped angrily.
Judge Savage bristled. “I can and I have. I’m also fining you two thousand dollars for your unruly conduct.”
“I will file a complaint with the Judicial Conduct Board. You have no authority to do this,” Jim Bob howled.
“Get him out of here and add assault to his charges,” Judge Savage ordered.
The bailiff wiped at the blood trickling down his face. “Yes, sir.” He dragged the loudly protesting lawyer from the courtroom.
“Case dismissed and I’ll have your restraining orders ready for you in about twenty minutes.”
“Thank you, sir.”
As soon as Judge Savage left the bench, everyone cheered.
I heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was over. My gaze fell on Papa Garza. Or maybe not.
Mom wrapped an arm around my shoulders and whispered, “See the woman with the purple hair at the back of the court?”
I casually glanced at her. She was Mom’s age and dressed like a hooker. “I do.”
“That’s Elvira, Roger Evans’ mother.”
Sonovabitch! The little weasel was behind all of this. “Let’s go have a talk with her.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Mom whispered.
Raising my voice, I said, “I don’t know about you all, but I need some coffee.” I headed for the exit at the back of the courtroom.
“Coffee?” Lucas parroted. “You don’t drink coffee.”
Mom jabbed her elbow into his stomach. “Of course she does.”
Elvira’s hate-filled eyes locked on me. “You destroyed my son’s life, now I destroy yours.” She raised a handgun.
Mom shot it out of her hand. They didn’t call her the fastest gun in the West for nothing.
Shrieking like a banshee, Elvira ran for the exit, and my entire squad jumped her ass.
“Now that’s what I call a dogpile,” Mom laughed.
I grinned. “Yep.”
“Everyone get off her,” Sergeant Bergman hollered.
Poor Frank was at the bottom of the pile. He cuffed the homicidal bitch and yanked her to her feet. “You are under arrest for aggravated assault and threats.”
“That harlot ruined Roger’s life,” Elvira shrieked.
Frank shot back, “Deputy Garza had limited contact with your son. His beat was on the opposite side of the district until this week. He was filling in for Deputy Stone when he wrecked his patrol car and we discovered the bodies in the trunk.”
