21st Birthday (Women's Murder Club #21)(43)

Joe disconnected the line.

“Berney knows who they are. He said words to the effect that this is a dangerous situation — for you. I can’t swear but I think Burke and son might be an active case with the FBI. Or, maybe Berney has been aware of them for a while on an earlier crime. Lucas Burke’s mother and sister, say. Either way, Lindsay, be very careful when you’re around Lucas, and if you find Evan, that goes for him, too. Berney will call me if he gets anything solid.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s a lot.”

With her usual impeccable timing, Julie ran toward us and climbed over Martha and into my lap.

“Home now,” she said.

“Home, now, pleassssse.”

She laughed at me. So did Joe.

Fine. We gathered our belongings, including Martha’s leash, and making a family chain with our held hands, walked slowly home.





PART TWO




CHAPTER 56





WHEN YUKI’S EYES OPENED Monday morning, the sky was black outside her window.

She checked her sleep tracker, and by that slight green glow she learned that it was just after four. No, no, no. Too early. Her head was swimming with thoughts and images, and the sound of Lucas Burke’s pathetic voice. She thought about the autopsy pictures Claire had shown her of Tara Burke, and before that, the heartbreaking images of Lorrie. She pictured Newton Gardner, Burke’s showboat attorney. Yuki knew that if anyone could get Burke off, it was Gardner.

She fluffed up her pillow and closed her eyes, tried counting backward by sevens, but it was hopeless. Ninety-three, eighty-six, and then she was flashing on Gardner’s TV appearances and recalling a time she’d watched him in court. She’d both despised and learned from his attack-dog methods and his ability to captivate juries. They loved him. During recesses, he’d go out to the hallway outside the courtroom and manage the press. They loved him, too.

Gardner would turn this Burke case into a billboard for himself.

Yuki lay quietly under the bedcovers, thinking, dozing off, thinking some more, listening to her husband breathing beside her, dozing again.

Next thing she knew, Brady was standing next to the bed, towel around his waist, saying, “Your turn, darlin’.”

“Okay. Can you make the coffee?”

She got out of bed, showered, washed her hair, blew it out, twisted the blond streak around her finger. All the while, she was organizing her thoughts, wondering if things would go much better for her if she just ignored Newt Gardner. Yeah, yeah, he’d hate that.

Besides, this was arraignment court. Guilty or not guilty, how do you plead? And she thought about the judge, Vivian Kahn, a no-nonsense litigator, originally from LA, appointed to the bench in San Francisco three years ago. Yuki thought Kahn was the perfect judge for the job. She had personality. She could be acerbic, but she also had a sense of the absurd. And if Burke told the judge that his father did it, Yuki thought there was no way Kahn would take it seriously.

But there was no way to know until she was standing before her, presenting the charges against Burke.

Yuki slipped on her robe, checked the time. Only seven fifteen. She would have time to get to the office, meet with Red Dog, check her mail, and obsess a little more. Yuki found Brady in the kitchen dumping the dregs of his coffee into the sink.

“A little high-test goes a long way,” he said. He scrutinized her expression and said, “You’ve got this in the bag, darlin’. I’ll try and git there to see you running over the defense counsel.”

“Yeah. You always say that.”

“Let me put it this way, then. I’ll do my best. But I can already see it. You’re gonna leave the courtroom glowin’. The press is gonna be all over you. Newt Gardner is gonna think he lost his mojo. That might give him a breakdown.”

“You’re awfully cheerful,” she said.

“I want Burke behind bars and I’m going to get my wish, that’s why.”

“You’re going to jinx me if you don’t stop.”

He grabbed her and kissed her.

“Wear your blue Armani,” he said.

“That’s why I hung it on the back of the door.”

“Need anything before I go?”

“I’m good. Keep your phone on.”

Brady kissed her again and left the apartment.





CHAPTER 57





YUKI SLIPPED INTO her sharp blue suit and heels, then drove to the Hall, where she took the elevator to the second floor.

Walking through the reception area, she took a hard left and saw down at the end of the corridor that Len Parisi’s door was open. When she got to his office, she tapped lightly on the door. Parisi looked up and waved her in.

He was in shirtsleeves, tie loosened, a stack of paper in front of him.

“Do you want to do a run-through?” he asked.

“I’ve got it, Len.”

“Clapper’s likely to show up. He’ll be standing in the back row near the door.”

“Not a problem. What about you? Gonna come and watch?”

“You’ve done a thousand of these, Yuki. You don’t need any help from me.”

She smiled, thanked him, and walked down the hall, her shoes clicking on the linoleum flooring. She entered her office to check her interoffice mail. She closed the door, checked her makeup, her teeth, the blond streak just dipping over her eyebrow. All as it should be.