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you making a joke out of it?”
    “Go
on, Brent,” Charles said.   “What about
this special prosecutor?”
    Brent
exhaled.   Sometimes those brothers of his
infuriated him!   But his father was
right. He moved on.   “She said there were
some issues surrounding his case-in-chief when it was originally
presented.   Because of that, she said the
Governor has ordered a second look at your father’s conviction.”
    “A
second look?” Charles asked.   “What the
fuck does that mean?”
    “They
believe there might have been some type of prosecutorial misconduct during the
course of his trial.”
    “What
the fuck does that mean?” Jenay asked.
    “They
fucked up,” Tony said.   “In other words.”
    But
Charles and Jenay were staring at Brent.
    “She
wouldn’t give me the details regarding what the original prosecutor did wrong,”
Brent said to his father and stepmother, “but she told me the end result.   She said either granddad will be given a new
trial, or, and here is the kicker, he’ll be released immediately.”
    Charles’s
heart dropped through his shoe.   “Are you
kidding me?   Is this some kind of a sick
joke?”
    “I
couldn’t believe it either, Pop.”
    Jenay
was floored too.   “When is this
second-look hearing supposed to take place?” she asked.
    “It
hasn’t been announced yet.   She’s
collecting evidence right now.   Once
she’s ready the judge will put it on the docket.”
    “What
kind of evidence is she collecting?” Tony asked.   “Evidence against Granddad, or evidence
against the crooked prosecutor?”
    “She’s
looking at evidence,” Brent said.   “That’s all I know.”
    This
was unbelievable to everybody at the table.   They all knew how Charles was.   They all knew how bitterly he still despised his old man.   Now the old man might be back among
them?   Free to live his life right here
in Jericho if he so chose?   It was
startling news to digest.
    It
was so startling that Charles couldn’t bear it.   He tossed his napkin onto the table, stood up, and headed out of the
dining hall.   Jenay immediately tossed
her napkin on the table too, stood up, and followed him.   Donald was about to stand and follow them,
but Tony pulled him back down.
    “I
don’t think, little brother,” Tony said, “that Jenay needs anybody’s help.   She’s got it.”
    “But
Dad may need my help.”
    “She’s
got it,” Brent echoed Tony, and it was his firm voice, and chilling gaze, that made
Donald sit back down.  

 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER FIVE

 
    For
nearly an hour, they sat on the balcony off from the upstairs master bedroom
and watched the dark, serene river beyond their backyard.   They were on the lounger, stretched out and lying
beside each other.   Charles’s arm was
around Jenay’s waist and her head was on his shoulder.   Charles had already placed his hand inside
her panties, and was rubbing her clit with achingly slow strokes.   Her body was turned toward him, looking at
him.
    She
didn’t speak, nor did she make any suggestions.   She was going to follow his lead.   If his massaging meant he wanted sex, she would give it to him.   If all he wanted right now were to feel on
her, she would let him feel away.   If
eventually he wanted to talk, she was going to let him guide the
conversation.   She was there for
him.  
    And,
just as she suspected, he really wanted to talk.   He continued to rub her clit, but she knew
what he was feeling right now went far deeper than lust.   And the first words out of his mouth proved
it.  
    “My
father killed my mother,” he said.
    Jenay
was stunned by the revelation.   Not
because she didn’t know that fact, but because   he had never verbalized that fact.   It was the first time he had ever said those words out loud in the
entire time she’d known him.   Just before
they were married, he handed her a stack of articles he kept about what
happened the night his father killed his mother,