Page 41 of Scooter's Endgame
“See if you can get your attorney-lady to call me as a witness. I’m on my way as we speak. I’ll give you a rundown of what I found at the same time – two birds, one stone, and all that.”
I’m taken aback at the man’s words. When he agreed to help, I never dreamed he’d actually go so far as to come to town and want to give evidence in Kathleen’s defense. I thought he’d simply send information and documents we could use.
“I’ll get right on that. Chat with you soon then.” Without another word, the line goes dead in my ear. Like I said, not a man of many words. But it sure will be interesting to hear what he has to say about dear old Jefferson Grimes.
As if a sign from the gods, Lindsay Seymour appears at the front of the courthouse, her assistant by her side. The woman doesn’t look happy, and frankly I don’t blame her. Maybe Tex’s words will make her feel better.
Casting another glance Kathleen’s way to make sure she’s still okay, I jog over to Lindsay. She spots me as I’m taking the stairs, two at a time.
“Hello, handsome. I didn’t expect to see you here today.” To the casual observer, you’d think that the good counsellor was hitting on me. However, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
I met her a few years back now when she organized to meet the team to thank us for rescuing her husband from a hostage situation. For some weird reason, she and I really hit it off, and we’ve been friends ever since. Today, I am more grateful than ever for that friendship.
“Hey gorgeous. You got a second for me?”
“Sure. I need to figure out how to do damage control thanks to the slimeball, but I’ve always got time for you. What’s up?”
“Actually, I think I might just have the answer you’re looking for.”
Lindsay’s eyebrow quirks. “Yeah? I’m all ears.”
“I have a colleague – ex SEAL – who’s a wizard at PI work. He’s apparently found some interesting information on said slimeball and wants to take the stand as a witness. Would you be able to use him?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“His credentials and, of course, the information that he has. But I’m sure we can work something out. I’d like to meet with him first though.”
“I can arrange that. Apparently, he’s on his way here right now.”
“Excellent. Let’s set a meeting up for this afternoon and see what we have.”
“Perfect. Then I’m off to go find Kathleen. See you later.”
Approaching Kathleen, I see Gonzo standing in her line of sight, smirking that fuck-you grin of his, and it takes everything in me to not go over to him and beat it off his face. Instead, I step in front of her, effectively cutting off her view of the bastard.
“Hey,” she says, her expression strained.
“Hey yourself.” I study her and notice how pale she is, despite the makeup she’s wearing. “You doing okay?”
“I’ve had better days.”
“I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else to say.
“I know.” She gives me a weak smile.
Before I can say anything else, Lindsay’s assistant comes over to let us know court’s about to reconvene. I thank her, searching the area for any sign of Tex but can’t spot him in the crowd. I indicate for Kathleen to precede me, searching one last time before following her.
Roughly ten minutes into this session, Tex slides onto the bench beside me.
“I miss anything good?” he whispers.
“Not yet. He hasn’t dropped any whoppers this session, but the afternoon is young yet. Give him a minute. I’m sure he’s got more shit up his sleeve.”
Tex gives me an evil grin, rubbing his hands together. “I can’t wait.” His gaze travels around the room, taking it all in. “You organize anything with the attorney?”
“I spoke to her right after I got off the call with you. She’s interested but wants a meeting first to see what you’ve got for her.”
