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Connor looked at me to see how I was taking the news about Marta and Vincenzo, and squeezed my hand.
As much as I grieved for them, though, having the love of my life nearly killed was far worse.
“The FBI has taken over the case and is expediting the forensics,” Bert continued. “You’ve got some mighty powerful pull at the top of the ladder, my friend.”
“What good was Citizens United if you can’t use it to get out of a murder you didn’t commit?” Connor asked darkly.
“The results should be in within 48 hours. If they’re in our favor – if it’s conclusive your father was killed while he was in the limo – I think I can get the charges thrown out.”
I stared at him in horror. “48 hours?!”
“Look, this is warp speed,” Bert said. “With anybody else, we’d be talking weeks for the cops to getting around to processing it.”
“With anybody else, they wouldn’t have a psychopath bribing judges and hiring killers in jail!” I snapped.
The lawyer looked around frantically. “Don’t say that out loud,” he hissed.
Connor quickly changed the subject. “Bert told me you saw some guy in upstate New York. What was that all about?”
“Yeah – do tell,” Bert said.
I filled them in on the entire visit. Then I produced the paper copy of the will.
Connor just stared at it in shock.
“Let me see that,” Bert said.
After he handed it over, Connor had to look away, he was so overcome with emotion.
“It’s true,” I whispered to him. “Your father changed his mind.”
Connor nodded, then pinched his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, wiping away any tears that might have escaped. “Yeah. The dumb SOB had to wait till the very end, though…” His voice darkened with anger. “And then that bitch killed him for it.”
Bert flipped through the will. “My God… this is astounding…”
“Can you get him out on just the will?” Sebastian asked hopefully.
“Probably not. It’ll be great for the final case, but… I don’t think it’ll affect the ‘no bail’ ruling.”
“But Connor had no incentive to kill his father before he signed the will!” Sebastian fumed.
“That argument would work, assuming that Connor knew the will existed, and that his father planned to sign it,” Bert said. “But he didn’t.”
“Miranda knew,” I said acidly.
“Can we prove that?” Bert shot back.
“…no.”
“Then it’s good for raising reasonable doubt during the trial phase, but it’s not going to affect the judge’s decision on the bail.”
“He has to get out!” I wailed. “There’s already been one attempt on his life – what if there’s another?!”
“There won’t be,” Connor soothed me.
“You don’t know that!”
“Miranda had one shot,” Connor said. “She blew it. If she tries again, it will look suspicious as hell.”
