Law and Disorder: Part 2

So Otin finally guilted me into finishing this story. I was busy doing the real life law and order thing... The story was Otin's idea but I kinda helped with all the lawyer parts.

Anyway, this is Part 2 of the story that began on Otin's blog. If you haven't already read Part 1, click here and then come back.


The black phone on the corner of her desk began to ring. Tammy raised her eyebrows at the sound. This was her "special line." The number was top secret, known only to her family and her high end former clients. She let the machine answer, waiting to hear if they knew the right thing to say.

"Uh...I'm in trouble here. Norma Jean referred me."

Tammy smiled. That was the right thing to say. She answered quickly and set up a meet the following morning.

Harold Greenhill was a wreck as he was led down the corridor by a striking brunette. If he wasn't so distracted, he would have enjoyed watching the seductive sway of her hips and the way the black knit dress hugged her curves. Instead, the clacking of her stilettos pounded through his head with every step.

The woman - Harold forget her name the second she gave it - held open the door to a conference room. Harold slid into the chair closest to the door and declined the offer of coffee. He was surprised to see a striking Brunette sit across from him and slide a legal pad from the center of the room. She began asking questions. At first it was the basics - name, address, children, marital status. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows arched when he responded "widower" with a cracked voice. Then the questions became more focused on his current legal situation. Harold returned home from his job that night to find his front door ajar. He rushed inside, finding his wife, Barbara, laying in a pool of her own blood on the kitchen floor. There were multiple wounds all over her body and the knife was still sticking out of her chest.

Harold's first instinct was the wrong one - he removed the knife and tried to revive Barbara. He called 911, continued his attempts to stop the bleeding, to breath life back into his wife's lungs. By the time the authorities arrived, Harold was covered in blood with his prints on the murder weapon. When he was asked if anyone could corroborate his story, Harold snapped. "Listen. I'm sure you're very good at your job. But I came here to meet with Tammy Jenkins, not her secretary! Now go on back and bring out my attorney!"

The brunette rolled her eyes as she stood. "The name is Rose, Mr. Greenhill. Since I'll be second chair at the trial, I expect you to remember who I am next time and speak to me about your case." She turned on her heel and let the door slam on her way out.

Rose slipped into the room next door, where Tammy had been watching through a two-way mirror. Tammy smirked at their exchange, liking Harold instantly, but more importantly, she believed every word of his story. Something troubled her though. The name - Barbara Greenhill was oddly familiar. Grabbing the file from Rose, she flipped through it briefly. Barbara's photograph was in the file. It was a grainy autopsy photo, but Tammy would recognize that face anywhere. Barbara Greenhill looked exactly like her best friend from high school, Jennifer Dobson. "Rose!" Tammy called. "What was the wife's maiden name?" Rose hesitated for an instant before confirming Tammy's suspicions.


Check back here Monday night for Part 3.