What We Find
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“With prejudice?” Maggie asked, though she thought she knew what it meant.
Steve Rubin was looking at her, smiling somewhat sadly as he wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumb. Maggie didn’t even realize that when the judge started going through the events of that night it took her back and the tears were automatic, rolling down her cheeks. “That means the case is closed forever,” he said. “Of course, in the event of new and previously undisclosed evidence, the plaintiffs can petition the court, but it would have to be stunning and they’d have to find a lawyer willing to do that when the odds of winning are so remote. This is it, Maggie. You’re through here. You did nothing wrong. There was no mistake.”
“Oh God,” she whispered weakly.
“I think some people are waiting for you,” he said.
She looked up to see Rob Hollis leaning over the rail, grinning like a fool. “We’re going to O’Malley’s down the street, Maggie. Terry sent a posse ahead to hold tables. We’re taking you out to celebrate.”
“Jaycee?” she asked, looking around.
“She’ll be there. She just had to call her service first. You coming? Of course you’re coming!”
“Of course, yes,” she said. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you. I’m going to get out of the courthouse parking garage and drive down. And thanks,” she said.
She turned to Steve. “Will you join us?” she asked.
“I’m going to pass,” he said, laughing. “I wish I could, but there’s always work to finish. Not for you, though. Your work here is done.”
She hugged him. “We were lucky, weren’t we?”
“You were in the right all along, but there’s no such thing as a slam dunk in this business. Now go enjoy your friends. And get a good night’s sleep.”
“Thank you, Steve.” She smiled. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
“Hardly anyone is actually pleased when they have to do business with me...”
“Then we have that in common,” she said. She grabbed her purse and briefcase and headed out the door.
She wanted to be alone. She wanted to be away from people. She saw a ladies’-room sign at the end of a long deserted hallway far away from the courtroom, in the opposite direction from where the crowd seemed to be heading. She walked that way and ducked in. There was only one occupied stall so she washed her hands and checked her appearance. A little blotchy, but not bad. The toilet flushed and a uniformed female security officer came out, smiled hello, busied herself at the sink for a moment and departed.
Maggie pulled out her phone. She dialed Cal’s cell phone number and mentally prepared a message. Since he’d been at the crossing he hadn’t carried his phone during the day. He sometimes took it with him when he ran errands and checked it once or at most twice a day. He was free of encumbrances and seemed happy about that.
“Maggie?” he said.
“Cal? You’re there?”
“Right here, baby,” he said.
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m at space number eleven, cleaning out the grill, raking up the site.”
“And you have your phone with you?” she asked, though she immediately thought it was such a foolish question. He answered, after all.
“I told you I would. I knew you were in court, Maggie. I wanted to be able to answer if you called.”
She started to sob. She backed against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall and slowly slid down until she was sitting on her heels. Sitting on the heels of those dressy business pumps.
“Honey? You okay? Need me to come?”
Steve Rubin was looking at her, smiling somewhat sadly as he wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumb. Maggie didn’t even realize that when the judge started going through the events of that night it took her back and the tears were automatic, rolling down her cheeks. “That means the case is closed forever,” he said. “Of course, in the event of new and previously undisclosed evidence, the plaintiffs can petition the court, but it would have to be stunning and they’d have to find a lawyer willing to do that when the odds of winning are so remote. This is it, Maggie. You’re through here. You did nothing wrong. There was no mistake.”
“Oh God,” she whispered weakly.
“I think some people are waiting for you,” he said.
She looked up to see Rob Hollis leaning over the rail, grinning like a fool. “We’re going to O’Malley’s down the street, Maggie. Terry sent a posse ahead to hold tables. We’re taking you out to celebrate.”
“Jaycee?” she asked, looking around.
“She’ll be there. She just had to call her service first. You coming? Of course you’re coming!”
“Of course, yes,” she said. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you. I’m going to get out of the courthouse parking garage and drive down. And thanks,” she said.
She turned to Steve. “Will you join us?” she asked.
“I’m going to pass,” he said, laughing. “I wish I could, but there’s always work to finish. Not for you, though. Your work here is done.”
She hugged him. “We were lucky, weren’t we?”
“You were in the right all along, but there’s no such thing as a slam dunk in this business. Now go enjoy your friends. And get a good night’s sleep.”
“Thank you, Steve.” She smiled. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
“Hardly anyone is actually pleased when they have to do business with me...”
“Then we have that in common,” she said. She grabbed her purse and briefcase and headed out the door.
She wanted to be alone. She wanted to be away from people. She saw a ladies’-room sign at the end of a long deserted hallway far away from the courtroom, in the opposite direction from where the crowd seemed to be heading. She walked that way and ducked in. There was only one occupied stall so she washed her hands and checked her appearance. A little blotchy, but not bad. The toilet flushed and a uniformed female security officer came out, smiled hello, busied herself at the sink for a moment and departed.
Maggie pulled out her phone. She dialed Cal’s cell phone number and mentally prepared a message. Since he’d been at the crossing he hadn’t carried his phone during the day. He sometimes took it with him when he ran errands and checked it once or at most twice a day. He was free of encumbrances and seemed happy about that.
“Maggie?” he said.
“Cal? You’re there?”
“Right here, baby,” he said.
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m at space number eleven, cleaning out the grill, raking up the site.”
“And you have your phone with you?” she asked, though she immediately thought it was such a foolish question. He answered, after all.
“I told you I would. I knew you were in court, Maggie. I wanted to be able to answer if you called.”
She started to sob. She backed against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall and slowly slid down until she was sitting on her heels. Sitting on the heels of those dressy business pumps.
“Honey? You okay? Need me to come?”
