Part 12 (1/2)

Chapter 16.

Alexa sat next to her mother on the flight home. The whole weekend had been festive and fun, and Muriel was glad she had gone with her, particularly for the opening of the envelopes when Savannah found out she'd gotten into Princeton. It was an unforgettable moment for them all.

But Muriel also noticed something different now about Alexa. She wasn't as angry, or bitter, and seemed more at peace. Her mother suspected that having to go back to Charleston had done her good. She had faced all the demons of her past. Tom, his mother, Luisa. They seemed to have shrunk over time. She knew that Alexa's marriage was still a huge loss to her. But when you saw who Tom really was, how weak and self-serving, maybe she hadn't lost so much after all. She hoped Alexa knew that, and had seen it better now. He was a very selfish man, and the only reason he wanted Alexa back was because it hadn't worked out with Luisa. If it had, he'd have had no regrets at all. Muriel thought he had gotten what he deserved, a woman who respected him as little as he respected himself. As Alexa had been recently, she was reminded of Ashley in Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind. What her daughter needed now was Rhett Butler. She just hoped she'd find him one day. She had a right to some happiness after all these hard, lonely years. And she had done a great job with her daughter. That job was over now too. Savannah was all grown up and running. Her life had begun.

And best of all was Savannah, glowing with all that lay ahead. Muriel thought her boyfriend in Charleston was a very nice boy. She wondered if the romance would last when Savannah went to Princeton and he went to Duke. Those things were always hard to predict. Some early romances lasted. Some didn't. Time would tell.

Muriel looked over at her daughter as they flew toward New York, and Alexa was sound asleep. It had been an emotional weekend for them all.

Savannah still had two big events ahead in the months to come. She would be attending graduation with her cla.s.s in Charleston, and would then come back for the one at her school in New York. She was going to catch up with her friends again, just in time to say goodbye. And Turner had promised to come up. That was going to be fun for Savannah too. Her father still wasn't coming, since he would be at her Charleston graduation, and he felt New York was her mother's turf and he didn't want to intrude. Savannah was fine with that. But first, her mother had to get through the trial. And then Savannah could come home. She was ready. Charleston had been great. She had gotten a father, sister, two brothers, and fallen in love. But New York and her mom were still home to her.

Alexa didn't think she would be able to go back to Charleston again until after the trial. There was too much going on now, but Savannah understood. The final crunch was on.

The morning after their Charleston weekend, Alexa was in her office at seven. She had gotten up at five to read some material she needed to prepare for the trial, and motions that the public defender had submitted to the judge.

The public defender had filed a motion to dismiss the case, which was so ridiculous it was laughable. No judge was going to grant it, but she filed it anyway, pro forma. She owed it to her client to try. And she had filed a Sandoval motion as well, to prevent Alexa from cross-examining Quentin on his prior convictions. She had a shot at winning that, but Alexa didn't really care. The evidence against him in this case was so d.a.m.ning, and the crimes so heinous, that the earlier fraud and robbery charges he'd been convicted for were almost irrelevant, and certainly not pertinent to this case, although the fact that he had prior convictions would certainly tell a jury what kind of man he was.

Both motions were being decided on that morning in chambers. Alexa objected to them, and the judge dismissed them both. The public defender walked back into court looking glum.

”So much for that,” Jack muttered under his breath as he and Sam followed Alexa out of court with a member of the FBI elite Serial Crime Unit, which had helped them investigate and prepare the case. The motions had been routine, and the judge looked impatient that the public defender had filed them. There was no sympathy for Luke Quentin in court, and there would be even less from a jury. Alexa had all their evidence and expert witnesses lined up. The prosecution was airtight.

Alexa went to see Judy Dunning that afternoon.

”Sorry about the motions,” Alexa said pleasantly, trying to sound sympathetic, although she wasn't.

”I think the judge was being unreasonable about the Sandoval,” Judy complained. ”The jury doesn't need to know he was convicted of fraud and robbery to try this case.” Alexa didn't comment but just nodded. She had come to see her to try to convince her again to get her client to plead guilty and avoid a trial.

”I can't offer him a deal in a case like this,” Alexa said honestly, ”but he may get better treatment in prison if he's reasonable now. A trial is just going to be a circus, and a jury will convict. You have to know that. There's so much evidence against him, I must have twenty boxes of it in my office. Judy, talk to him. No one needs the grief.” The public defender had even tried to challenge the warrant the DA had gotten to allow Jack and Charlie to search his hotel room initially, but that had held up too, so the incriminating evidence they had gotten was admissible in court.

”He has a right to a trial,” the public defender said through pursed lips. It was like talking to a wall, and Alexa went back to her office more than anything annoyed. The trial was going to be a media circus, and he was going down for a hundred years. So be it. She had work to do. She had meetings with the FBI all week, forensic witnesses to line up from nine states, testimony to organize, her opening statement to finish. She had a thousand ducks to get in order, and only a few weeks left to do it. There were so many investigators on the case now that she didn't know all of them by name, and the FBI was sitting in on every meeting, to make sure that all proper procedure was maintained. No one wanted a mistrial and to do it all again. A change of venue had been discussed but rejected since Quentin was known now in every state. The case had made national news. And the judge they had been given was notorious for being tough on the press, so that was good. For the next several weeks before it started, and as long as it took after, Alexa was going to be eating, sleeping, and dreaming the trial.

She called Savannah from the office every day, but never had time to talk long, and by the time she got home at night, it was too late to call her. Savannah understood and was busy with her life in Charleston, with school, friends, and her boyfriend.

It was two weeks before the trial, as Tom was watching the news in his den one night, when he saw a news conference come on and realized it was Alexa. He shouted to Savannah to come in and watch it, and Daisy came in too. They stood in front of the television and watched Alexa speak eloquently about the upcoming murder trial involving eighteen victims. There were swarms of police and FBI around her, but the microphones were all pointing to Alexa as she gave careful, coherent, intelligent answers to the questions they asked her. She looked calm, cool, and competent. Not knowing what the fuss was about, Luisa came in too, and stood there, watching her for a moment, and then walked away with pursed lips set in a hard line.

When the press conference was over, Tom looked at his oldest daughter and complimented her mother.

”She was very good. That's going to be one mess of a trial for her to handle, and the media's already going crazy. I thought she was very impressive, didn't you?” Savannah agreed with him and was very proud of her, and Daisy was excited too. She'd never seen anyone she knew on TV before, and she smiled up at her sister.

”She looked like a movie star,” she said as Savannah smiled, and Luisa came back in and told them it was time to go down to dinner. She made no comment about the broadcast, and it had obviously irritated her. She seemed to be absolutely incapable of being gracious about Alexa. She didn't want to hear about her, see anything of her, or have anything to do with her daughter, and she was constantly aware that Tom had forced her to have Savannah there. All she wanted was for her to go away.

The coup de grace for Luisa came three days before the trial when the invitations to Travis and Scarlette's wedding arrived in the mail and Savannah got one. She was opening it as Luisa came home from the hairdresser. She recognized it immediately and snapped at Savannah.

”Where did you get that?” She acted as though she had stolen it or was opening someone else's mail.

”It's mine,” Savannah said, instantly sounding defensive. ”It came in the mail. It had my name on it,” she said to the evil stepmother who tried to turn every day into a living h.e.l.l for her and sometimes succeeded. Without her father to defend her constantly, Savannah's life would have been miserable. He buffered everything for her, but now and then Luisa got the best of her anyway.

”They sent you an invitation to the wedding?” She looked horrified and s.n.a.t.c.hed it from Savannah's hand. She marched into Tom's study with it five minutes later and waved it at him in fury. ”I will not not have her at our son's wedding!” she said, trembling with rage as she faced him. ”She doesn't belong there. She's not his full sister. And I won't be humiliated at my own son's wedding.” He understood quickly what had happened when he saw the invitation she was holding and shook his head. have her at our son's wedding!” she said, trembling with rage as she faced him. ”She doesn't belong there. She's not his full sister. And I won't be humiliated at my own son's wedding.” He understood quickly what had happened when he saw the invitation she was holding and shook his head.

”If she's here when they get married, you can't not not have her at the wedding. She's not going to sit home like Cinderella while the rest of us are there.” have her at the wedding. She's not going to sit home like Cinderella while the rest of us are there.”

”And if she's not still here at the time of the wedding?” She didn't want her coming back for it. She wanted her gone. Forever. And surely not coming back for a family event as important as this. Everyone who was anyone in South Carolina would be there, and from neighboring states.

”Then it's up to Scarlette and Travis if they want to invite her. May I remind you that we're not giving the wedding? Scarlette's parents are. It's entirely up to them.” He tried to sidestep it, but Luisa wouldn't let him.

”Who put her on the list?”

”I have no idea,” he answered.

Luisa called Scarlette about it five minutes later and told her daughter-in-law in no uncertain terms that she didn't want Savannah at their wedding.

”Mother Beaumont,” Scarlette said gently, ”I don't think that's right. She's Travis's sister, and I like Savannah very much. There are going to be eight hundred guests at the reception, although only three hundred at the church. I don't think it will hurt anyone to have her at our wedding.” Scarlette persisted, making it clear that she was not going to be rude to Savannah.

”It will hurt me!” Her future mother-in-law shouted into the phone. ”And you wouldn't want that, would you?” It was a clear warning shot across her bow.

”Of course not. I'll seat her at the opposite end of the tent from you,” Scarlette rea.s.sured her, and Luisa hung up on her brusquely and was in a rage for the next two hours.

”Maybe I'll be gone,” Savannah said quietly to her father a little later. ”The trial should be over by then.”

”It would be fun for you to come to the wedding. Half of Charleston will be there. With eight hundred guests, you won't be able to find anyone you know, if you want to. Luisa will calm down about it.” He rea.s.sured her, and tried not to look as upset as he was himself. Luisa was like a dog with a bone and just wouldn't let go of it. She wanted Savannah out of their lives. It was a difficult position for a seventeen-year-old girl to be in, and even harder for him, constantly torn between his wife and his daughter. It was hurtful for Savannah and exhausting for him. Daisy tried to stay under the radar as much as possible.

Savannah spoke to her mother that night and mentioned the invitation to her, and Alexa startled her daughter when she said she had gotten an invitation to the wedding too.

”Would you go, Mom?” Savannah couldn't imagine her going, not if Luisa would be there.

”No, sweetheart, I wouldn't. But it was nice of them to ask me. You can go if you want to. I don't think I should. Luisa would have a coronary, or she might poison my soup.” Savannah laughed at what she said.

”There will be eight hundred guests there. Dad says she'll never even see us if we're there.”

”I don't want to make her uncomfortable, Savannah.”

”I know, Mom. But I'd like to go, and I'd rather go with you.”

”We'll see. Let's talk about it after the trial. I can't think about it right now. Weddings are the last thing on my mind.” Alexa was going in a thousand directions at once.

She'd had another press conference that day, and the public defender had given one too. The PD insisted that this was all an unfortunate misunderstanding, of an innocent man who had been framed, and it would be cleared up at the trial. She said she had every confidence that Luke Quentin would walk free, as the innocent man he was.

She looked and sounded even crazier when Savannah saw it on TV later that day. Daisy was watching with her and looked confused. Savannah had the news on in her room now constantly. Her mother was on TV every day.

”Did he do it or didn't he?” Daisy asked her.

”That's up to the jury to decide. But he did it. Believe me. They're going to convict him and send him to prison.”

”Then why did the other lady say he didn't?”

”That's her job. She has to defend him. And it's my mom's job to prove he did it.” Daisy nodded. She was getting daily lessons on the criminal justice system from Savannah. The judge had banned cameras in the courtroom, but once the trial started, it would be a madhouse in the hallways and on the courthouse steps.

The day the trial started, Savannah watched the news before she went to school. She watched it again in the cafeteria during her lunch break, and knowing that Savannah's mother was the prosecutor, a crowd of students gathered around. Alexa had been surrounded by reporters before she went into the courthouse, but she didn't stop. They would be doing jury selection for the next several days.