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OK, I know it’s bee a while. I haven’t even touched this story in months then the other night, I
wrote four pages. Go figure. Anyway, this chapter is heavy in dialogue, but I hope all will enjoy
this chapter. Take care and as always, be kind and drop a line.

Chapter Eighteen

Sunrise came and went without Kenshin realizing it. The only thing that roused him was the chiming
of his doorbell. He rubbed his eyes and made his way to the front door to find me, his lover and
coworker, standing there. And trust me, I was more agitated than the day before.

            “Are you trying to give this case to DeMakey?” I spat, forcing my way inside.

            “Kaoru, what time is it?’ He replied with a yawn.

I put down my briefcase and folded my arms into my crisp navy suit. What time was it, he asked. I
should have knocked him from there to the courthouse, but instead, I drew in a deep breath,
extended my arm and pointed to the small, white Movado on my wrist. Kenshin’s dark eyes grew
wide as milk saucers and he dashed to the back of the house.

            “Hesus, Kaoru, why didn’t you call me!” he yelled from the shower in the bathroom in his
master bedroom.

            “I did call,” I leaned against the door, “you didn’t answer.”

            “I must have put it on vibrate.”

            “No alarm clock?”

            “Um, Tomoe usually sets it before bed. But, ummm,” Kenshin paused, not wanted to reveal
why it clock might not have been set. Cute.

            “Look, she’s your wife, don’t worry about it. Why would she leave for work without waking
you up though? That seems a little odd to me.”

The door then flew open and a dripping wet Kenshin burst threw and entered his walk-in closet. He
did make a good habit of picking out his clothes the night before, but he still had to get dressed.

            “Now, that, I really don’t know,” he paused and looked to his wife’s side, puzzled.

            “What’s the matter,” I asked.

            “Her work clothes...she didn’t put them on,” Kenshin whispered, almost to himself.

A look of worry, then hurt came over him and was apparent on his face. She must have left during
the night, probably after making love to her. Why would his wife do such a thing, he seemed to ask
himself. But, he really didn’t have time to ponder.

            “Call her while I drive, we need to get out of here,” I said, walking back towards the front.

            “Hai,” he replied as he grabbed his briefcase, cell phone and keys.

Before I could shut my door, Kenshin had his phone to his ear. I could hear it ringing and ringing on
the other end, then click over to voicemail. Tomoe’s sad-sweet voice urged the caller to leave a
name a number so she could return the call in a timely manner and that plea was followed by a beep.
Kenshin sighed and hung up the phone. As I drove like a bat out of hell on the freeway, he sat back,
looking dazed.

            “Don’t think about it,” I said, almost mechanically.

            “How can I not think about it?” he whined.

            “For Christ’s Sake, Kenshin, we have a job to do. So what she left in the middle of the night?
Didn’t you do the same thing? Would you have woken her up if she were sleep?”

            “No, but that’s because I left the house to sleep with you.”

Silence.

Uncomfortable, undeniable, unavoidable silence. The kind of silence where you know something
should be said but you are scared to say it and scared to hear what the other person will say in
return. I exited the freeway and sat at a red light, waiting to turn left. Kenshin and I met gazes, and
my chest tightened up. I tried to draw a breath but it felt as if I could not. Why did this bother me so?
That’s his wife. What she does was not my concern, but it troubled him. Why did I care, I didn’t
love him? I rolled my eyes at myself and hit the gas as the light turned green.

            “So, you think Tomoe is sleeping with someone else?” I asked him in an amused tone.

            “I don’t know,” he whispered, almost in tears.

            “Get the fuck out of hear! She wouldn’t,” I laughed.

            “She would if I pushed her away,” he admitted.

            “But you haven’t, or at least, you shouldn’t have.”

Once again, there was silence, but this time, it did not trouble me. I have picked a most bothersome
lover, it seemed. Silly me. Married men tend to be simple creature, but Kenshin was more complex
than a DNA strand. All of the problems we’ve had can be traced back to his inability to separate his
penis from his emotions. Foolish man, I cursed to myself, pulling into the parking lot of the
courthouse. We made a mad dash inside, for we only had five minutes to get ready for court to
convene. Our client was sitting in his chair, looking at me and Kenshin like we were eight-legged
freaks.

            “How dare you two come in here so late! You know how much money I am paying you,”
O’Nelly yelled at us. Before he could say another word I swooped down on him like the Angel of
Death on a dying lamb and pierced him with my blue eyes.

            “You raise your voice at me ever again and I will wear your testicles as earbobs,” I said
through my teeth for only he to hear. The older man, plum-red with anger, slowly seated himself, but
kept a hateful eye on me.

How dare that bastard? It was I, and Kenshin, who was going to save him from certain conviction.
Money or no, his ass would be grass without us. I wear the pants of this outfit and if anyone ever
forgot it, hell hath no fury.

Kenshin, despite his earlier worry, fought to contain his laughter. I looked at him and he got the
message. It was time for business. The only thing that existed was this case and no matter how
disgusting out client was, we had a job to do. Besides, flaying DeMakey like a fish would be a joy in
itself atop a hefty purse. Before long each player took position and the session was to begin. The
prosecution brought on their star witness very early in the game. It seems they really think this to be
an open-and-shut kind of case. Well, not with me on the job. Kenshin and I sat through the
questioning of O’Nelly’s sister-in-law. Taking notes of the emotional, yet obviously rehearsed
testimony. I smiled on the inside. You wouldn’t think for someone on the “right” side would have to
lay it on so thick. I couldn’t have set it up more perfectly if I were writing it myself. If Cassandra
Rossi only knew what was coming her way in a couple of moment.

            “Would the defense wish to cross-examine the witness,” the lady-judge asked.

Kenshin nodded and was about to speak, but I put my hand over his and rose. I would take this one.
Besides, I had some pent up anger I needed to release. I volunteered to cross-examine and I
approached the young woman. She was extremely attractive, about thirty years of age. Her bright
green eyes offset their red surroundings burned by tears. She was wise not to wear any make-up, or
it could have been she didn’t need any. Her skin was flawless and her red lashes long and reaching.
She appeared unassuming and deliciously innocent upon her seat, eyes of sorrow peering at me. Her
hair, pulled into a fiery knot, fell slightly from her perspiration.

            “Mrs. Rossi, where were you on the night in question at approximately nineteen-hundred
hours?” I asked.

            “I was pulling up to my sister’s house. I had to drop off a tape she let me borrow.”

            “You say your sister’s house as if she lived alone,” I replied in a sarcastic tone. The woman
bit her lip and looked over at my client.

            “Well, he lived there, too, but I don’t visit him.”

            “Why? Did you not get along with him?”

DeMakey then stood up and raised her hand to catch the attention of the judge. Object all you like,
bitch. I had this one.

            “I object, your honor. What relevance does this questioning have?”

            “Overruled. I believe it quite obvious what the relevance is. You did go to law school
right?”

DeMakey turned red at the judge’s comment, and I for one, was surprised. It wasn’t often she
scolded the wench. In fact, she doted upon her. This would truly be interesting.

            “Would you please answer the question, Mrs. Rossi?”

            “No. I did not like him. I hated him,” she spat.

            “Why is that?”

            “I never liked him. Not when he and Karin were dating, not when they got engaged and
certainly not when they eloped,” her voice raised to a screeching tone.

            “Eloped?” I quizzed, “You mean, not a proper marriage.”

            “Right, they married in Vegas.”

            “Why would that bother you?”

Cassandra looked at me with a truly perplexed expression. She was waiting for the prosecution
lawyer to object, but she did not. Where was this leading? Where was this going? Her pulse
quickened as she became more and more anxious. Cassandra shifted in her seat and looked at me
with helpless eyes.

            “Mrs. Rossi?”

            “Of course it would bother me! She was my sister. Don’t you think I’d care about who she
married.”

            “Of course, but, why didn’t you make mention of this before?”

            “Wha...what?” she struggled to ask.

            “Well, in your first interview, you said you didn’t like him because he cheated on the
deceased after they wed. You made no mention of dislike prior to that event. Why the change in
your story?”

            Cassandra froze. How did this bitch know? How did this bitch know! No one was supposed
to know. Then how was it she knew. Damn it, damn it to hell, was her train of thought and she
fought internally with herself. Either lie under oath, or bring and unnecessary shadow of doubt to the
case. Damn it!

            “I...I was emotionally distraught,” she said.

            “So much so that you would lie?”

            “OBJECTION!,” DeMakey yelled, finally showing a backbone. “She is badgering and
leading the witness.”

            “Sustained. Get to the point soon, Ms. Kayima.”

I turned my back to Rossi and walked away slowly, my pumps the only sound heard in the
courtroom aside from the florescent hum of the clock sitting above Her Honor. She wanted me to get
to the point, eh? Oh, get to the point, I shall. I returned to our table an retrieved a blue folder from
the file on top. Rossi’s emerald pools were focused on that folder. She knew her doom lied within to
two thin pieces of thin cardboard on the white sheets in the middle. I walked back up to the sister,
who was no longer crying, face still as a portrait. I place the file down in front of her and smiled.

            “Do you know what is in here, Mrs. Rossi?” I asked her.

            “No,” she replied curtly.

            “Well, of course you wouldn’t, I suppose. In here contains emails extracted from the hard
drive of your computer,” I said. Her expression cracked.

            “So?”

            “So, the encrypted dates show that you erased these emails the morning after your sister’s
death. Not only that, the contents of these emails were very telling. You see, Mrs. Rossi, not only did
you like Mr. O’Nelly. You were his lover.”

            “OBJECTION!” DeMakey yell, her voice shrill.

The courtroom was buzzing with whispers and conversation while Judge Sanchez attempted to
regain control of her domain. Rossi had turned pale with fright and embarrassment, but dared not to
say a word. She wasn’t that stupid. She would have to wait until DeMakey could try to come up
with something to counter this blow. Soon the conversation died and the judge eyed the prosecution
with odious eyes.

            “Would you and Ms. Kayima approach the bench, please,” Sanchez requested.

            “Your honor?” I asked, innocently.

            “Kayima, you better have a good explanation of how you got the information,” DeMakey
threatened. Sanchez nodded her head in agreement.

            “The information was open to all partied. Mr. Himura went to headquarters and checked the
hard drive. He found information the police did not and logged it, as well as filed it with the court.
This information is in file 49E, page 149. It was DeMakey’s job to read the files carefully,” I said
coolly, as if scolding a stupid child.

DeMakey looked as if she would have breathed fire. She knew I was telling the truth and there was
nothing she could do about it. It was not my fault Kenshin was a computer wiz and found this
interesting kernel of information. Two heads are better than one and if anyone thought this case was
a slam dunk for the prosecution, they were sadly mistaken. How could the jury automatically figure
O’Nelly a murderer and his sister-in-laws word the Holy Grail when she is untrustworthy herself?
Oh, how what’s the at song?

The best is yet to come....

            “Alright,” Sanchez exhaled, closing some files. “You may proceed, Ms. Kayima.”

I could barely contain my laughter. This was my favorite part of trial. The total decimation of
character. I turned to Rossi, who was staring at DeMakey, wondering why she was not rescuing her
from these deadly waters. Oh, no, bitch. That ass is mine.

            “So, Mrs. Rossi,” I emphasized, “Per the documentation provided in email, you quite
disliked your sister. Is this correct?”

            “Yes,” she spat.

            “Why is that?”

            “Kevin belonged to me, then she stole him,” she replied, tears freely falling down her face.

            “How did she steal him?”

            “Well...she slept with him, got knocked up and married him,” she said.”

            “And, you continued a relationship?”

            “Yes.”

            “When did you break things off?”

Cassandra paused, as if to collect herself before she revealed all. Sorry, hun, you weren’t surprising
anyone here, today. I had all this information, as did DeMakey. To bad she relied too much on being
teacher’s pet and not doing her fucking job. Her incompetence will cost her this trial, especially with
Kayima Kaoru on the case.

            “Two weeks before my sister was killed,” she replied in a soft tone.

            “Why?”

Silence.

            “Did you hear me, Mrs. Rossi?”

Silence.

            “You have to answer, Mrs. Rossi, or I will hold you in contempt,” Judge Sanchez
threatened.

Silence.

            “Bailiff, remove Mrs. Rossi from the courtroom. This court will resume at 1pm,” Sanchez
ordered, obviously aggravated.

None more so than DeMakey. She gave me that, “You better watch your back, bitch,” kinda look.
What was she going to do? Murder me? HA! To bad Rossi kept her stinky mouth shut. More than
likely, though, she will have to come back out and finish her testimony. By then, DeMakey will
have a bit more time to prepare, but there is nothing she can do to erase the shadow looming around
her star witness, who was now being carried out of the courtroom in handcuffs. She was no longer
crying, but in a kind of surprised dazed, deer in the headlights deal. Her husband seems to have
known nothing of the affair, for he did not even take a glance at his wife as she was escorted to her
jail cell.

            “Amazing, as usual,” Kenshin said as I gathered up my files.

            “Well, I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you,” I replied, smiling.

            “Tell me, do you get some sort of satisfaction in destroying the lives of others?”

I froze. His tone was sarcastic, obviously, but that sarcasm was focused at me. His lover. His
partner. His friend. Why, exactly, would he question me like this? Was he not a lawyer, too? Did he
not have the opportunity to walk away from this job or from me? And he stands before me, asking
that sort of loaded question as if I’m supposed to apologize to him, pat him on that back and tell him
everything will be honkey dorey and peachy keen? What the hell was this muthafucka smoking?

            “No more than watching others destroy their own,” I retorted. I guess he won’t be asking for
hot animal sex in unisex bathroom today. “Get a hold of your wife yet?”

Kenshin shook his head and put his hands in his pockets. I’ve never seen him like this before. It was
not healthy. First, he wasn’t focused on the case. Second, he was thinking to much about this Tomoe
thing. Third, he was trying to put the blame all on me, as if I twisted his arm and held a gun to his
head. I’m telling you, he was acting moodier than a bitch.

            “Want to go look for her?” I asked, trying to be as concerned as possible.

            “What the fuck do you care?”

This is when five fingers and a palm met the skin of his cheek and sent him bracing the chair behind
him. Lucky for the both of us, the courtroom was fairly empty, and those who were there had their
focus on other things. I regretted losing my temper, but I would not tolerate being treated like this.
Not by anyone. Not even Kenshin. No one would ever hurt me again. Ever.

            “You talk to me like that again, I will slit your throat, pull out your vocal cords and play
double dutch with them,” I threatened.

            “My, you like decorating with body parts, don’t you? Balls for earrings, vocal cords for toys,
hearts for a doormat...”

This little chicken-shit! Where did he get these cajones from? No. No. No. Forget this. I had to put
this man in his place and right now.

            “Kenshin, I’m going to say this once and never again. You knew what our relationship
before we started. We could be friends. We could be lovers. We could not fall in love. You have a
wife. You have a life. I don’t want to take you away from her. I gave you an opportunity to walk
away before. You didn’t. I will make the decision for you if you ever speak to me the way you did
again. And, that, Mr. Himura Kenshin, you can take to the bank,” I said, slamming my briefcase
shut and walking away briskly, trying to contain my hurt and anger.

            “Are you saying my love is one-sided, Kaoru? Are you saying you do not love me?” he
asked, causing me to stop before I reached the doors of the courtroom.

            “Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying.” I turned and replied.

            “Then your lying to yourself as well,” he said in a regretful tone.

            “I am incapable of love, Kenshin. See you at one,” I said, then walked out the doors.

Whew! Well, how do y’all like them apples? Will Kenshin find Tomoe? Does Kaoru love
Kenshin? What did Tomoe and Aoshi do all night long? I promise you won’t have to wait
another five months to find out. Please, read and review!
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