Chapter 148: A Story Untold (1/2)

I didn't have to attend any of the other days of the trial. In the end, McCain was pronounced guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.

Since then, two days had passed and news and media professionals had emailed and called me to get an exclusive interview.

”Is it like this all the time?” I huffed as I sat down. Nash looked up and grinned.

”For the big cases? Yeah. Add in the fact that you are a young, beautiful woman who cracked the case… the media will go wild trying to make this sensational.” Nash clucked his tongue. ”Do you want to take the opportunity to become famous for your work?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes as I opened my computer to check my email.

”I don't want to be famous. Or infamous, for that matter. That day in the court told me that being in the spotlight is not my thing. I don't want to be looked at like an animal in the zoo. Or be torn apart by lawyers and media people. That made me feel so disgusted.”

Nash hummed. ”Your little outburst really got you into trouble, though,” he commented. ”Didn't you get fined for disrupting?” he asked.

”Yeah, I received the notice in the mail yesterday.” I chuckled. ”My outburst helped put that lawyer and his insinuation in place but I got reprimanded for it.” I shook my head in disbelief.

”It's because you are on the side of the law that they fined you. The law is like that: it is harder on people who have good track records. They are not expected to make mistakes. While those who are shady… they are expected to behave poorly,” Nash explained.

”They also punish repeat violators badly, don't they?” I challenged.

”True,” Nash shrugged.

”Ah, which reminds me. Did the task force give you any information on who that accomplice is?” Nash quirked his brow in question.

”Nothing yet. Even the prosecution wants to know where the murder weapon came from. It's the only real evidence they have to prove Collins did something wrong.”

I scrolled through my email and found one from the prosecutor. I read it and frowned.

”They gave Collins a leeway,” I began. ”The prosecution. They wanted to know who sent that weapon to help us out, but Collins didn't speak. Apparently, a lot of people come and go from his office.” I groaned.

”This accomplice is in a position of power, isn't he?” Nash breathed. ”He has enough power to make Collins stop speaking. That vermin would take any deal that would make him go scot-free,” Nash explained.

”Which is why this is so interesting, don't you think?” I interjected. ”But what threat does this guy pose? Is Collins afraid that he will be killed if he lets his identity out? Or is it something financial?”

I tapped my fingers against the table.

”Should we ask permission to go through his bank statement to see if someone paid him to keep his mouth shut?” Nash questioned. But then he paused. ”But Collins is not someone who values money more than his life. His reputation and his games are more important than the money he gets. That's why he takes on pro-bono cases, remember?”

”No use asking for the bank details. He should have a business account, a personal account, and loads more. How many transactions do we need to go through? And if we think about how clever this guy is, he wouldn't have used his own account or identity in the first place.”

”Is this going to be another unsolved case, then?” Nash lamented.

”No, it is not. I will not stop until I find this dude,” I gritted out through my teeth. ”He's after me. He wants some sort of a relationship with me… a romantic one at that. And I am not going to let him have that sort of power over me. I am not going to let someone threaten me and the people I love.”

I slapped my hand against the desk and stood up.

”Aren't you on good terms with the prosecutor?” I enquired.

”I am, why?” Nash was bewildered.

”I want to talk to Collins. Get the prosecutor to make him meet me. I'll get something out of him and see who this guy is.”

Nash looked at me with conflict.

”Isn't your visit to Alicia Williams also coming up?” he asked, hesitating.

”It is,” I admitted. ”I need to find so many answers.”

”And what will you do at the end of it?” he asked.

”I will slay my demons,” I smiled.

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