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JAYDEN
Sittingin the cold small square room with only a rectangular table and four chairs, I waited with Brody Silverton for Mr. Prescott to be escorted in. I was anxious to hear what Mr. Silverton thought about Sadie's father's case and whether or not he believed he was innocent.
Two armed correction officers escorted Mr. Prescott into the small room, shoved him into his seat, and shackled him to the floor and table. They believed he was dangerous.
"Are the shackles really necessary?" Mr. Silverton asked dryly.
"The shackles stay," the dark-haired correction officer said. "We'll be outside the door." He turned, following the blonde-haired correctional officer out and slamming the door behind him.
"What's going on?" Mr. Prescott’s gaze flicked between Mr. Silverton and me. I hadn't spoken with him since our first meeting. He had no idea why we were here. "Who are you?" His gaze zeroed in on Mr. Silverton
"My name is Brody Silverton, and I'm a defense attorney," he explained. "Mr. De Luca hired me to dig into your case and give my honest opinion about whether or not I thought you were innocent and got an unfair trial or guilty and got exactly what you deserved."
"And?" My gaze locked on Mr. Prescott, trying to read his body language. He seemed relaxed, like he knew he was innocent.
"And," Mr. Silverton repeated, shifting in his seat, his gaze flashing to me, "I believe he did receive an unfair trial." His gaze flicked back to Mr. Prescott. "So, let me ask you this. Did you kill your children?"
"No." His answer was sincere.
"Did your wife do it?"
"I didn't see her do it," Mr. Prescott said. "But Sadie did. So, yes, I believe she killed my children and framed me for their murders."
"Well, she did a piss poor job framing you," Mr. Silverton said. "There is zero physical evidence that you committed the murders."
"She did something right." Mr. Prescott sighed. "She's out there, and I'm in here."
"Well, we definitely have grounds for an appeal, but I should warn you about a few things before you decide if you want me to take your case." Mr. Prescott nodded, urging him to continue. "I charge $770 an hour, but for these circumstances, I'll do it for $550 an hour."
"I—" Mr. Prescott started.
"Money is no issue," I interrupted. "You can send the bill to me. What else?"
"The appeals process could take years to go through," Mr. Silverton said.
"Years?" I groaned. I didn't have years. I was leaving to go home soon, and I wanted Sadie's mother behind bars before I left.
"Yes." He sighed. "It could take years. When I return to the office today, I will file the appeal paperwork and get the process started. I will meet with you a couple of times a month or as needed." His gaze flicked to me. "Jayden, the only real evidence they had against Mr. Prescott was Sadie's testimony. If we can convince a jury that she was coerced or manipulated into thinking it was her father after her initial claim of seeing her mother, then we will have the smoking gun we need."
"Sadie has blocked out a lot of what happened that night," I said. My thoughts flashed back to her friend and neighbor at the time and what he'd told me. Maybe talking to him and hearing the 9-1-1 call would help bring back her memory. "But I think I have an idea of how to help her."
"Perfect," Mr. Silverton smiled. His gaze flicked back to Mr. Prescott. "You talk to no one but me about your case. Do you understand?" Mr. Prescott nodded. "Your first attorney did contact me and offered to help, and I will probably take him up on his offer since he was present during the first trial, but you do not even speak to him about the case without me present, understood?"
"Yes," Mr. Prescott said.
"I have to go." Mr. Silverton forced a smile. "Jayden, touch base with me next week and let me know about Sadie." I nodded, and he leaned forward, grabbing his briefcase before pushing out of the chair and disappearing out the door.
"Why are you doing this for me?" Mr. Prescott asked once we were alone.
"I'm not," I said. "I'm doing it for Sadie. I want her to be safe, and she's not as long as her mother is free, and I want her to have a family, and she won't as long as you're in here."
"You really care about her, don't you?" He smiled.
"I do."
And I meant it.
I was in love with Sadie Prescott.
