Free By Reason of Insanity by Randy Singer Page A

under cover of darkness.
    After the meal, Quinn and Sierra went for a walk around the gardens in back of the main house.
    "I hate it here," Sierra said. "I want to come live with you."
    "What's so bad about this place?" Quinn asked. "Other kids your age would give anything to stay one night in a place like this."
    "I might as well be in prison," Sierra scoffed. "They won't let me talk on my phone or IM until my grades get up. Plus, they won't let me watch TV because they think I might freak if I see something about Mom." She shuffled a few steps in silence. "It's not like I don't go online at school. Or hear my friends talk about it."
    "Sierra, I know it's not ideal, but it's the only way I thought we could keep your mom out on bail. The judge made it a condition that you stay here. I guess the judge figured that if you stayed with me, I might let your mom take you someplace far away."
    "That's stupid."
    "I know. But we can't change it."
    In truth, Quinn thought he probably could talk the judge into letting him have custody. But did he want to? He could prepare for trial better without the responsibilities of being a surrogate father. The best thing for Sierra was to have Quinn focused on the case. That way, she could get her mom back for good.
    But Quinn couldn't deny that there was another reason he didn't want custody right now--a less admirable one. Having Sierra around would definitely cramp his lifestyle. Quinn thought about his place--an elegant suite on the forty-second floor of the Signature Towers, a high-rise of luxury condos linked to the MGM Grand by a long, covered walkway. His condo featured Italian marble in the foyer and bathroom. A view of the Vegas strip. A flat-screen HD television hanging in the living room. He had decorated his suite with stark and contemporary furniture. Luxurious, yes, but not exactly designed for a thirteen-year-old girl.
    Besides, what did he know about raising teenage girls?
    Quinn glanced over at Sierra as they walked. He saw Annie's expressive eyes in her daughter, and a hint of Annie's beauty, camouflaged by the freckles and awkwardness of a teen. He also saw big crocodile tears forming in the eyes. His gallant little niece tried to fight them back.
    "Can you stick it out here until the retrial? Your mom gets to come and see you just about every night."
    "I'll try," Sierra said. "It wouldn't be so bad if the Schlesingers didn't try to act like they were my parents."
    "I'll talk to them," Quinn promised.
    They walked a few steps in silence. Sierra shuffled along with her head down, displaying the awkwardness of a middle school girl who had hit an early growth spurt. Quinn had seen Sierra with her friends, some of whom came up to the girl's chin. Quinn resisted the urge to tell her to straighten her shoulders and hold her head up.
    "What's happening at school?" he asked.
    Sierra shrugged. "Nothin'."
    "Your mom says your grades are dropping off."
    "I don't get math."
    "You need some help? Maybe we could get you some tutoring or something."
    "I already get tutoring." The statement, said matter-of-factly by Sierra, made Quinn realize how out of touch he was with his niece.
    They talked about some of the issues at school, and Quinn inquired gently about what other kids said about Annie's case. "Not much," Sierra responded. "They hope my mom wins next time. Except some of the boys. They call her psycho."
    "Boys can be jerks in seventh grade," Quinn said softly.
    "They call me Daddy Long Legs," Sierra replied. It was almost a whisper, and Quinn wasn't positive he heard it right.
    "Daddy Long Legs?"
    "Yeah. Mostly the boys, but some of the girls too."
    Quinn stopped walking and Sierra did the same. "Look at me for a second," he said. Sierra looked up, and Quinn saw too much sadness in her big round eyes. "Don't let those boys get to you. Women everywhere would kill to have your long legs. All the models have long legs, all the great actresses. You're a beautiful young woman, and in a few