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Ana Leigh - The Law and Lady Justice

Ana Leigh - The Law and Lady Justice

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THE LAW AND LADY JUSTICE Ana LeighContents: 1234567891011121314151617181920Chapter 1"
ood afternoon, I'mSherilyn Matthews, speaking to you from outside of theMilwaukeeCountycourthouse where, in an interesting turn of events Judge Jessica Kirklandhas releasedLeRoy Gilbert, suspected murderer of his girlfriend, stripper Cindy Fires."Jessica stood just inside the courthouse entrance, safely out of sight of the human vulture withhuge hair, several loose strands whipping dangerously in the wind. The reporter proceeded to cawinto her microphone, sensationalizing the latest disaster in Jessica's courtroom."Many of you will recall how Judge Kirkland, less than a year ago, released another murder suspect. Elected to the bench on a record of championing victims' rights as a prosecutingattorney, it would appear that Judge Kirkland has left those days behind her."Jessica took a step forward, causing the police guard at the door to frown and shake his head.She sighed, knowing he was right. She was a judge. She did not have to explain herself to anyone – least of allblondie of the big hair and bigger mouth.Just as she turned to leave, she saw him. Lounging against the courthouse wall, listeningtoSherilyn as if he had nothing better to do in the world than look too good in a rumpled suit andloosened tie. How many times had she seen him in her courtroom looking just like that?Tall and dark, he appeared just a bit dangerous, despite the well-trimmed hair and ever-present
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suit. She knew he wore a Glock 23 automatic beneath his jacket, which added to that high- powered energy he emanated. Although they'd rarely spoken beyond heated arguments, she'd been close enough to him to know that beneath those mirrored sunglasses his eyes were blue, andhe smelled like a titillating blend of summer sunshine andmidnightmemories.An obvious break inSherilyn's cawing brought Jessica's attention back to the reporter, whosesmile reminded Jessica of a cat with canary feathers hanging out of its mouth.Sherilyn had seensomething she wanted, and she actually licked her lips in delight. Her cameraman barely had timeto blink as he hurried after her when she made a beeline for the man still lounging against thecourthouse wall.He didn't retreat, remaining motionless as the reporter rushed at him, microphone waving like atalisman.Shoving the microphone into her quarry's face,Sherilyn kept on talking. "Detective McGuire,you were the arresting officer on this case. What are your feelings on the matter of JudgeKirkland and her unfortunate habit of releasing your suspects back into the population at large?"Jessica bit her lip. There was little love lost between her and homicide detective Doug McGuire.Though she might privately think he had the best pair of buns that ever graced a witness chair, in public, well— "I wish just once a judge would put aside concern for the rights of the guilty and consider therights of the victim."Anger propelled Jessica forward, and she now stood in the open doorway of the courthouse, her gaze focused on the scene playing out only a few feet in front of her. When the guardapproached, Jessica's glare halted him.Raising his hands in surrender, he shrugged. "It's your funeral, Your Honor," he mumbled as heretreated, which only added to her frustration. Why did everyone but the judge get to have
his or her 
day in court? Why did everyone, including the guilty, get to have his or her say on television?McGuire looked straight into the camera, expounding his viewpoint tosouthernWisconsinasSherilyn gazed at him like a teenage girl salivating over Ricky Martin."What do you mean, Detective?"The reporter bobbed her head and her hair tilted at a precarious angle. Jessica hoped the masswould fall off and hit McGuire between those sensuous dark blue eyes of his; but luck wasn'twith her, andSherilyn's hair appeared to do nothing other than whiplash his face with a fewwayward strands."I mean," McGuire said, "this man got away with murder! I know it. You know it. The judgeknows it. The guy's lawyer probably knows it for sure. So why is that man back on the street?""Because there's such a thing as an illegal search, Detective."
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Jessica's outburst fell into a silence so loud she could hear a siren wailing down Interstate 43 behind them. She hadn't realized she'd stepped out of the shadow of the courthouse and into the bright June sunshine. All eyes turned toward her – so did the camera. The microphone nearly hitJessica in the teeth asSherilyn dove in her direction."Judge Kirkland, would you care to elaborate?"Jessica ignoredSherilyn , for the moment concentrating on McGuire She continued to glare atMcGuire as he stopped lounging and stood up straight, seeming to tower over her even though adistance of several feet separated them. Slowly he removed his glasses, giving her an uncommonview of his eyes. She wished he'd put the shades back on. For once his eyes didn't spark withannoyance or anger, instead they looked – interested. That difference disconcerted her.Jessica pulled her gaze away asSherilyn waved the microphone dangerously close. "Would youcare to elaborate, Your Honor?" the pushy reporter repeated."If I allowed the case in question to go to trial it would only be thrown out. The search of thesuspect's premises was illegal. That is the law, not my opinion. My hands are tied.""So were the victim's." McGuire had crept up on her, startling her.The man moved too fast and too quietly for someone of his size. "Excuse me?" she said in her  best judicial voice. She could not allow him to see how much his nearness rattled her. She was atall woman, with confidence to spare, yet McGuire always made her feel tiny."You said your hands were tied, Your Honor. Well, so were the victim's. Do you think she'dwant her murderer to go free over a legal technicality?"Her mind flooded with memories, and she blinked at their vividness. The sun seemed to beathotter; the voices around her buzzed louder – her temples pounded. Sweat trickled between her  breasts, down her back, and she felt the silk blouse beneath her jacket sticking to her skin. Shestared into McGuire's angry blue eyes, forced the past back where it belonged, and then she gotmad, too.She understood about victims … pain … and the need for justice in an unjust world. She'd spentthe past fifteen years of her life working for what she believed in. She'd given up any hope of ahusband, a family. Heck, she had no life at all, because she searched for one thing – justice.How dare McGuire question that?"I'm sure the victim doesn't care about the law. But I have to. If I don't follow the law, I'm no better than the ones I presume to judge. And neither are you, Detective.Do the job right next time,and we'll have no further problems.""I did the job." He stepped closer, crowding her. "I got the warrant."
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