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  "We did fingernail clippings," Kat considered. "DNA might have linked him, but the crime lab said the only profile was hers."

  "Anything from the autopsy to support a larger person, a man, versus, say, a fifteen year old girl?"

  Kat gave a noncommittal shrug. "Maybe. The bindings on the wrists were tight, the flesh was pressed in very deep. That suggests strength. Then there's the whole issue of pulling a 100 pound body up off the ground and tying it off on the balcony."

  "She was only one hundred pounds?"

  "Yeah she was a small little thing."

  That reminded him of something else he needed to ask. Something that would corroborate, to a degree anyway, Holly's claims. But he wasn't entirely sure how to ask it.

  "Um. How thorough are your autopsies?"

  Kat cocked her head. "Very thorough. Of course. That's the whole point."

  Brunelle nodded. "Right, right." He took a nervous sip of his coffee. "Look, I need to ask a question, and it's fine if you don't know the answer. I don't imagine it's something you check usually. But I just want you to know there's a reason I'm asking and please don't shout out the question back to me in this crowded, already suspicious of me coffee house."

  Kat listened intently, then laughed again. Brunelle really liked how her mouth looked when she laughed. "Okay, David. Wow. I promise. Now you've got me curious. What piece of information do you want to know from my examination of a dead thirteen year old girl's body?"

  Brunelle took a bracing sip of his coffee. "Was she a virgin?"

  Kat pursed her lips and took another long drag from her coffee. "Please tell me you're not a pervert."

  Before Brunelle could respond, Kat added, "Well, at least not that kind of pervert."

  Brunelle was pretty sure he blushed, although he wasn't exactly sure whether it was because of what he had asked or what she had suggested. "No, not that kind of pervert."

  He explained what Holly had said about Karpati needing a virgin for a victim.

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" Kat said. "He thinks he's a vampire?"

  Brunelle shrugged. "That's what the girl said."

  "Does he sparkle?" Kat laughed.

  "No, he's old school. Transylvanian royalty and all that."

  Kat drank again. "Well, Mr. Pervert. I guess I can help after all. Yes, she was a virgin. We checked for evidence of sexual assault. There were no signs of trauma, and her hymen was in tact."

  Brunelle nodded and sipped at his coffee.

  "Happy now?" Kat asked.

  Brunelle frowned. "Not really. She's still dead."

  Kat's usual smile faded a bit. "She was dead before you got involved, David. You can't change that. You can just try to bring her and her family some justice."

  Brunelle nodded and managed a faint grin. "Thanks, Kat."

  He looked at his watch. "I better get back to the office."

  "Aww," pouted Kat. "I haven't finished my coffee."

  Then she tipped her head back and downed the rest of her drink all at once. "Okay, that's better. Thanks for the date, David."

  They both stood up. "We'll have to do this again sometime," Brunelle said casually.

  "Great," Kat slipped an arm through his. "When?"

  Brunelle was taken aback. But he was used to thinking on his feet. And taking advantage of a beneficial statement.

  "How's next Friday?" suggested Brunelle. "Dinner maybe. I'll even let you buy."

  Kat laughed as they stepped out of the door. "Oh, how kind of you. But you'd owe me."

  "Right. That was the plan."

  Then Kat slapped her forehead. "Wait, next Friday? No I can't. My daughter has a recital that night."

  "Ahh," said Brunelle, but what he meant was 'Ohh, you have kids.'

  "Yes, I am divorced and I have a daughter, Mr. Brunelle," Kat replied. "A wonderful fourteen-year-old daughter named Lizzy, who has a ballet recital next Friday night. Is that gonna be a problem?"

  "Not for me," Brunelle answered. "But she's probably gonna be upset that you're missing her recital."

  Kat laughed. "How about the Friday after that? She'll be visiting her dad in Portland that weekend."

  "Oh yeah?" Brunelle asked.

  "Oh, yeah," purred Kat.

  Brunelle smiled. "It's a date."

  Chapter 11

  Yamata's briefs were, in fact, exquisite.

  Welles was a lying sack of crap. Brunelle knew it, but Yamata reduced it to writing.

  "Very nice," Brunelle said to her over the pleadings as he finished. "Let's get these filed today."

  He looked at the last page. It was prepared for his signature. "One change though. Make these for your signature."

  "Oh," said Yamata. "I just figured, since you're lead…"

  "I'm co," corrected Brunelle. "And you wrote them, so you get to sign them."

  Yamata shifted in her seat.

  "You're not at a private firm anymore, Michelle. And I'm not some partner looking for an ego massage."

  He immediately regretted the 'massage' reference, but figured she knew what he meant.

  "That's nice to know, Mr. Bru-, er, Dave. But there's something else. What if they're no good."

  Brunelle smiled. "No worries there. They're great. In fact," he leaned forward, "why don't you argue it?"

  Yamata choked. "Me? You're lead."

  "Co. And yes, you. You wrote the briefs. You know it better than I do. It'll lose something in the translation."

  "Uh, okay. Great. Thanks, Mr. Br-, uh, Dave."

  "Now," Brunelle stood up. "Ready to meet the parents?"

  Yamata stood up too and put a hand to her stomach. "Ugh. Wow, really? No. I'm not sure I could ever be ready for that."

  Brunelle smiled. "That's exactly the right answer. Now come on, this time you can let me do the talking."

  Yamata exhaled loudly. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. May I have another?"

  Brunelle glanced at her. She smiled and curtsied.

  "Glad you're enjoying yourself," Brunelle laughed. "Because this next part is going to suck."

  ***

  Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery were already in the conference room, along with Tammy Gardner of the victims and witnesses support division. Mr. Montgomery stood up as Brunelle and Yamata walked in. Mrs. Montgomery remained seated next to Tammy, who patted her shoulder supportively.

  "Mr. Brunelle." Montgomery stuck out his hand. "Good to see you again. Tammy told us you filed the death notice. Thank you."

  Despite Brunelle's job, it still seemed like a strange thing to thank someone for. But he had stopped a long time ago trying to understand or anticipate the emotions of murder victim families.

  "It's well warranted," Brunelle answered as he shook Montgomery's hand. "Let me introduce Michelle Yamata, the other prosecutor on the case."

  Yamata extended her hand too, but Mr. Montgomery ignored it. "You need two prosecutors? Why? Is there a problem with the case?"

  "Roger! Please." Mrs. Montgomery huffed at him but he ignored her.

  It was like they were all still out by the patrol car the night of the murder. Brunelle managed not to roll his eyes.

  "Just the opposite, Mr. Montgomery," Brunelle answered. "We always put two attorneys on a death case. And Michelle is one of our best attorneys."

  Mr. Montgomery looked her up and down. "Yes. Well. I can see that."

  And then everyone was uncomfortable.

  "Why don't we have a seat, Mr. Montgomery?" Yamata motioned to the chairs surrounding the table. "Mr. Brunelle and I have some things to tell you and we'd like to hear your input."

  Brunelle was impressed by how Yamata grabbed control of the situation. Montgomery stopped leering and sat next to his wife, who whispered at him to be quiet and listen.

  "I'm sure Tammy has already let you know that we've charged two people with the murder of your daughter," Brunelle started. "One adult and one juvenile."

  "And you're seeking death on both, right?" Mr. Montgomery wanted to confirm.

 
Brunelle shook his head. "I'm afraid not. Juveniles can never be executed. The U.S. Supreme Court has held it to be unconstitutional."

  "What, never?"

  "No, never," confirmed Brunelle. "But that may be just as well."

  Mr. Montgomery was about to argue, when Mrs. Montgomery stepped in. "How do you mean, Mr. Brunelle?"

  "Well, we have some important decisions moving forward as we try to bring your daughter's killer or killers to justice. Unfortunately, the entire system is stacked against us. A defendant is presumed innocent. We don't just have to prove the case, we have to prove it beyond a reasonable doubt. If a suspect refuses to talk and asks for a lawyer, we can't tell that to the jury. We have to give them every last police report, every last sticky note any cop or any other witness ever creates about the case. They don't have to give us anything. And the jury will be told again and again by the judge that if they aren't sure about something, then they have to give the defendant the benefit of any doubt."

  "Sounds like you think you can't win the case," sniffed Mr. Montgomery.

  "Hush, Roger. It sounds like he's being honest." Mrs. Montgomery turned back to Brunelle. "So what do you have planned?"

  "Well, this isn't about a plan," Brunelle said. "I just want to explain to you where we're at and what we're facing."

  "All right then, Mr. Brunelle," said Mrs. Montgomery. "Where are we at, and what are we facing?"

  Brunelle took a deep breath. "There are two people responsible for your daughter's murder," he explained. "A twenty-year-old man and a fifteen-year-old girl. The twenty-year-old man is the major player. It was his idea, he recruited the girl to help, and he did the actual deed.

  "The girl is the minor player. She was just along for the ride, and was actually a victim of the man too. She was underage, but he forced himself on her sexually. So we have a pretty clear cut, evil bad guy, and a pretty clear cut, less culpable juvenile who was used by this guy."

  Neither Montgomery said anything, but they were both leaning forward, ready for more.

  "The girl isn't looking at much punishment anyway," Brunelle continued. "She's a juvenile. We can't seek the death penalty, and if she stays in the juvenile system, which is a better than fifty-fifty chance, she'll only do a few years."

  "That's bullshit," said Mr. Montgomery.

  "You're absolutely right," answered Brunelle. "But it's the reality of the situation. Here's another reality. We don't have any evidence against the twenty-year-old man. He's gonna walk."

  "What?" cried Mrs. Montgomery. "The man responsible for murdering Emily is going to get away with it? How can you say that?"

  "I can't convict him without evidence," Brunelle shrugged. "But he lawyered up. That is, he asked for an attorney and refused to give a statement. The only witness I have is the girl, but I can't call her as a witness because she's a defendant herself. She has the right to remain silent. Which is too bad, because she gave a full confession which totally and completely implicated the man."

  "Can't you just play the confession then?" Mr. Montgomery asked.

  Brunelle frowned and shook his head. "I'm afraid not. The man-Karpati is his name-Karpati has the constitutional right to confront and question his accusers. We can't play a tape from the girl without putting the girl on the stand for his lawyer to cross examine. But like I said, we can't put her on the stand because she has the right to remain silent."

  Mr. Montgomery's face started to turn a blotchy red, and his clenched fists were shaking. Mrs. Montgomery's eyes were starting to glisten.

  "So as it stands now," Brunelle concluded, "if nothing changes, I expect to convict the girl in juvenile court and get a few years on her. And I expect the man to be acquitted, if a judge doesn't throw the case out before that."

  "That's not very good news, Mr. Brunelle," said Mrs. Montgomery. "I'm not sure what I expected but it wasn't that."

  Mr. Montgomery stood up and gazed out the window. Brunelle looked at Yamata. Her eyes were wide and she sported a deep frown. He nodded ever so slightly to her.

  "You know… There is one thing we could do," she said. "But we would never do it without your permission."

  "What is it?" Mr. Montgomery spun from the window.

  Yamata looked to Brunelle to explain. He was nodding and tapping his lips. "Well, like I said, the girl isn't facing much anyway. If we cut her some kind of deal. Some sort of reduction. Nothing too big. But on the condition she testify. Well, I suppose, we wouldn't lose all that much on her, since she wasn't facing much anyway. But then we'd have the best damn witness we could against the twenty-year-old."

  The Montgomerys just stared at him.

  "If we did that, we could get him." Then Brunelle drove the point home, "And we can kill him."

  "Do it," said Mr. Montgomery. "Do whatever you have to do in order to hold that bastard fully responsible for Emily's murder."

  Brunelle looked at the mother. "Mrs. Montgomery?"

  She stared down for several moments. Then her shoulders dropped and she looked away. "Yes. Do it. Do whatever you have to do."

  Chapter 12

  "All rise!" The judicial assistant banged the gavel as Judge Caruthers took the bench. "The King County Superior Court, Juvenile Division is now in session."

  The judge nodded and Brunelle and Yamata took their seats at the prosecutor's table. Edwards sat opposite them at the defense table.

  "Are the parties ready on the matter of the State of Washington versus Holly Sandholm?" the judge asked even as he fiddled with the computer monitor on the bench.

  "Yes, Your Honor," Brunelle answered.

  "I believe so," Edwards responded.

  "And this is a plea to amended charges, is that right?" asked the judge.

  "Yes, Your Honor," Brunelle stood up to explain. "The State is amending the charges to residential burglary, in exchange for which, Ms. Sandholm is agreeing to plead guilty to the amended charge."

  "Have you gone over the guilty plea form with your client, Ms. Edwards?" Judge Caruthers asked.

  "I have, Your Honor," Edwards answered. "I am confident she understands it."

  The judge looked over to the guards. "Bring in Ms. Sandholm."

  The guards unlocked the door and yelled, "Sandholm!" into the holding area. After a moment, Holly stepped through the door and sat down next to her lawyer.

  Brunelle was struck by how much better she looked than that day in the interview room. She had put on at least five pounds and was clean. Even in the jail jammies, she was definitely in better shape than on the outside.

  Brunelle saw Sandholm whisper something into Edwards' ear and noticed Edwards' eyebrows shoot up.

  Edwards raised a hand toward the bench. "Uh, may I have a moment to speak with my client, Your Honor?"

  "Of course, counsel," Judge Caruthers replied without looking away from his computer, his mouse clicking periodically. The rumor in the courthouse was he played solitaire all day while just ratifying whatever the attorneys had agreed to. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes it's good to know a judge won't go sideways on a plea bargain. But Brunelle wasn't worried about the judge going sideways.

  "Is there a problem, Jess?" he whispered to Edwards. Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery were in the gallery behind him.

  Edwards didn't reply audibly, but waved him away while she was whispering with Holly.

  Brunelle looked at Yamata and shrugged. She shrugged back. They waited, Brunelle's anxiety rising with each second. Finally, Edwards nodded at Holly, then stood up to address the judge.

  "My client has changed her mind, Your Honor," she announced. "She does not want to plead guilty."

  Brunelle heard the outraged "What?" from Mr. Montgomery behind him. Mrs. Montgomery said something too, but he couldn't quite make it out. It wasn't anything good though, he knew. Brunelle stood up as well. "May I have a moment to speak to counsel, Your Honor?"

  "Of course," replied the judge. Brunelle wondered if he'd gotten all the aces yet.

  "What
the hell's going on, Jess?" he whispered to his counterpart.

  "She changed her mind, Dave," Edwards whispered back. "She doesn't want to plead."

  Brunelle clenched her jaw. "Is she holding out for the rendering criminal assistance charge? You told me she'd plead to burglary."

  "No, she's not holding out. I specifically asked her that, and she said she wouldn't plead to anything."

  Brunelle tapped his hand on his leg. "Tell her I'll give her the damn rendering, Jess. I need her to plead."

  "I know, but she doesn't want it. I'm telling you. Something changed since I talked to her yesterday. She was totally on board with the burglary and testifying. Now all she'll say is 'I'm not pleading and I'm not testifying.'"

  "Counsel?" the judge finally turned from his computer. Must have run out of moves. "Where are we?"

  "We need to strike the plea," Edwards answered.

  Brunelle narrowed his eyes. "And schedule a motion to transfer the case to adult court."

  "Come on, Dave," Edwards whispered. "Give me a chance to work on her."

  "Fuck her, Jess," Brunelle whispered back. "She doesn't want to testify against him, then she can sit next to him. I may not be able to have her executed, but she can spend the next three decades in prison."

  ***

  "What the hell was that?" Brunelle demanded of Edwards once they were in the conference room between the courtroom and the hallway. The hallway where he knew the Montgomerys were waiting to yell at him.

  Edwards shrugged. "I told you. She doesn’t want any deals any more. She said she doesn’t even care if the case is transferred to adult court."

  "Did you tell her she'll die in prison?"

  "Oh yeah, she gets that."

  "Well, good," Yamata chimed in. "She deserves it anyway for what she did."

  Brunelle winced. This was about negotiations and trying to get to the best possible result. It was also about long term professional relationships with defense attorneys you see again and again and again. It might also be about someone getting what they deserve, but you don't say that out loud. Not to Jessica Edwards anyway.

  "What she deserves?" Edwards snapped. "A fifteen year-old-girl who was raped and controlled by a twenty-year-old man doesn’t deserve to spend her entire life in prison."