Three Makes a Family
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Cari Lynn Webb
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CHAPTER ONE
“DENIED.”
If Drew Harrington had a fairy godmother, it was time for her to make an appearance, wave her magic wand and make all the injustices against him disappear.
Drew crumpled Judge Bartlett’s formal written denial of Drew’s motion to dismiss the charges against him. As if the judge’s verbal announcement just now inside her courtroom wasn’t clear enough.
Too bad that Drew didn’t believe in fairy godmothers and magic. He knew life was won by reason, sound arguments and facts.
A late afternoon on a Thursday and the hallways of the courthouse were more crowded than the sidewalks of the San Francisco financial district where the civic building was located. Clerks, court reporters, paralegals all hurried around him. Faces he recognized and others he didn’t. Although it didn’t matter. No one made direct eye contact with him. Gazes slipped away before anyone acknowledged they even knew him.
No one wanted to listen to his side now. One week ago, he’d been welcomed and sought out inside the hallowed courthouse halls as a fair-minded but tough prosecutor. Now he was a pariah in the one place where he’d fought so hard to belong. In the one place where he’d fought so hard to uphold justice. In two weeks’ time, at the opening of his hearing, Judge Bartlett would listen to his arguments and his presentation of the facts.
Drew straightened and crammed his dismissal paperwork into his briefcase. Slowing his steps, he kept his chin raised and his expression neutral, refusing to let the speculation and presumption chase him out of the courthouse. He had a hearing date set and then he would formally establish his innocence, following the same process of the law the entire judicial system was founded on.
Now he just had to find the evidence that would exonerate him.
Drew paused at the top of the massive grand marble staircase and stared down into the even more impressive rotunda that greeted visitors and those who worked at the courthouse. A woman, her red hair a shade too familiar, shook hands with a paralegal he recognized from the Peregrine Law Group.
Drew shifted, took in the redhead’s profile. Recognition jolted through him.
Molly McKinney.
Molly McKinney was his...friend. Enemy. Ally. Adversary. They’d been all those things through undergrad and graduate school. They’d shared leftover pizza, class study guides and their dreams. He wasn’t one to look back. Yet watching Molly laugh in the rotunda, he wanted to step back to a different time.
He had no clear idea of how to define Molly. Always she had challenged him. Always he’d accepted. Molly had pushed him to be a better lawyer. And in many ways, to just be better.
But that had been a decade ago. Drew and Molly had accepted their hard-won degrees and built the legal careers they had always talked about. His in the public sector in San Francisco. Hers in private practice in Los Angeles.
If he’d ever thought of encountering Molly McKinney again, he always assumed it would be inside a courtroom as opposing counsel.
Two more paralegals and a junior attorney from the same firm gathered around Molly. Awe and reverence on their faces as they officially met top-notch criminal defense attorney, Molly McKinney. Her reputation clearly had transcended the Los Angeles county lines.
A reputation Molly had more than earned.
As for Drew’s reputation, his was more than dented.
We can assure the public that we will be pursuing charges against Drew Harrington to the full extent of the law. We considered Mr. Harrington one of our own and his actions are a betrayal to everything the district attorney’s office stands for.
The district attorney’s quote had been printed minutes after the accusations against Drew had been announced a week ago. Every news outlet in the state had been more than eager to post, print and repeat Cory Vinson’s words in its coverage.
Unease pricked at the back of Drew’s neck.
If he was a scapegoat, as he’d begun to believe he was, he wanted to go down completely alone and keep his coworkers and friends, and especially his family, from becoming potential targets too. That included Molly McKinney.
Drew started down the stairs, veering away from the side of the rotunda where Molly continued to capture the attention of her admirers.
“Drew.” Molly’s no-nonsense voice extended like a drawn-out echo around the rotunda. “Drew Harrington!”
Drew slowed, but considered the closest exit. Twenty feet. He’d charged longer distances inside a maul on the rugby field to score for his team in college. But he refused to retreat now. He had nothing to hide from. Drew turned around to face her.
Molly excused herself from the group and walked over to him, clearly confident in her expensive heels and matching silver-gray business jacket and skirt. Her hair fell straight past her shoulders, not one strand disobeying the sleek styling. Molly looked polished, professional and put together. She’d always worn the look of success well. It’s important to always look like the person you want to become, Drew. He’d lost count how many times she’d repeated that mantra to him over the years.
He touched the wide precise knot on his new tie. He always preferred the formal knot and a dark colored suit in the courtroom. Today was no different. He knew who he was and had to remember that no false accusation defined him. “Molly. It’s been a while. I heard you were moving to the city to expand the law offices of Loft and Concord. I didn’t know you were already in town.”
“I know I used to warn you about the danger of believing every rumor you hear.” Molly adjusted her briefcase on her shoulder.
“If that’s only a rumor, what’s the truth then?” Drew walked beside her toward the exit.
“I needed a fresh start and relocated to your city.”
Drew sensed there was so much more in her suitable though not quite believable answer. But he pulled back from asking for more details. Definitely not his business. This was not a reunion. Merely a chance encounter at the courthouse. One he’d anticipated, but under different circumstances. He held the door open for her. “How’s that fresh start working out?”
“A bit more bumpy than I’d anticipated.” She brushed at a brown stain on the sleeve of her tailored jacket.
The stain, small but still noticeable, surprised him. She’d always been meticulous about her appearance. Yet the waver in her voice drew him closer. He opened his mouth, ready to offer his help.
But he was poised to lose his career, he reminded himself. What could he offer one of the best attorneys in the state? Besides, she hadn’t asked for his aid. He motioned toward the coffee shop across the street from the courthouse. “It’s been good to see you, Molly, but I have a standing appointment that I can’t miss.”
Molly twisted slightly and glanced over her shoulder. “Is this appointment at Roasted Vibes Café by chance?”
“It is.”
“I could use a decent cup of coffee.” She smoothed her hand over her hair as if acknowledging she wasn’t 100 percent her usual self. “Mind if I walk with you?”
Throughout law school, they’d walked miles together back and forth across campus, arguing, discussing, debating and laughing. The details of their conversations had faded. Yet the remnants of the connection they’d once shared tugged at him. Drew shook his head, moved toward the crosswalk and away from his past.
At the intersection, Molly paused. Her deep brown eyes settled fully on him. “Drew, how are you?” she asked, a note of concern evident in her voice.
Her gaze had always been clear, clever and fearless. But it was the warmth in her eyes now that pinned Drew to the sidewalk and made him consider Molly as more than a peer. More than simply an old classmate.
Her plea softened her words. “And please tell me the truth.”
The truth. That required a certain level of trust. Drew had trusted his former boss, the district attorney, no less, and now Drew could lose everything, including the fine reputation he’d spent the last decade building. Now, his entire future was at stake and he could not risk trusting the wrong person again. “It’s been bumpier than I ever expected.”
“I’m serious, Drew.” She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. “How are you?”
Alone. He stood alone on his own proverbial island. Isolated. That justice he’d worked so tirelessly to uphold every day was now someone else’s job. Someone else’s purpose. Drew clenched the handle of his briefcase and nudged aside the loneliness that threatened to surround him like a cold embrace. “I’ve got everything handled.”
“It’s okay if you don’t. You know that, right?” She tipped her head to the side, kept her too-warm gaze on his. “It’s okay to ask for help.”
“Thanks, but I’ve been arguing myself out of trouble my entire life.” Drew touched his tie again as if he’d suddenly forgotten who he was. As if he believed Molly was the solution to his problems. Except Drew refused to put her in the sightline of his enemies and risk ruining her reputation too. “It’s what I do best.”
“Drew, I could—”
Car horns blared. A bus’s brakes squealed. The city noise disrupted Molly’s words. Drew crossed the street, but Molly’s unfinished statement trailed after him.
She could be the exact kind of person I need.
But at what cost to Molly? He’d reached out to his former paralegal, Elena Harper, at the district attorney’s office after the charges against him had been announced. Within hours, his paralegal had been reassigned within the department, her work number disconnected and her email address locked.
Molly admitted her transition to the city hadn’t been smooth. What if Drew invited Molly into his problems and caused her and her practice serious damage? He couldn’t risk her future to save his own.
He was a good attorney. That would have to be enough to get his life back.
He stepped in front of Molly and swung open the door to the Roasted Vibes Café. Brandie Perkins, the owner of the café, greeted him from behind the counter. Four patrons waited near the far corner table Brandie always reserved for Drew, every second and fourth Thursday of the month.
Drew acknowledged the four women waiting for him, wished Molly a good evening and navigated through the crowd toward his table.
Yet one question lingered like the last threads of morning fog above the bay. Could Molly really help me?
Maybe. Doubt lodged next to his heart and he didn’t think he could move it.
And it didn’t seem to be leaving.
But Drew couldn’t stake his entire career or Molly’s on a maybe.
