Read Books Novel

John Grisham

I could kill him.

Robin sits beside her, says, "She doesn’t need to talk, okay. Doctor said as little movement as possible. He used his fists this time, couldn’t find the baseball bat."

"What happened?" I ask .Robin, but keep looking at Kelly.

"It was a credit card fight. The Christmas bills were due. He’s been drinking a lot. You know the rest." She’s quick with the narrative, and I suspect Robin’s been around. She has no wedding ring. "They fight. He wins as usual, neighbors call the cops. He goes to jail, she goes to see the doctor. Would you like a Coke or something?"

"No, thanks."

"I brought her here last night, and this morning I took her to an abuse crisis center downtown. She met with a counselor who told her what to do, gave her a bunch of brochures. They’re over there if you need them. Bottom line is she needs to file for divorce and run like hell,"

"Did they photograph you?" I ask, still rubbing her knee. She nods. Tears have made their way out of the swollen eye and run down both cheeks.

"Yeah, they took a bunch of pictures. There’s a lot you can’t see. Show him, Kelly. He’s your lawyer. He needs to see."

With Robin’s assistance, she carefully gets to her feet, turns her back to me, and lifts the tee shirt above her waist. There’s nothing underneath, nothing but solid bruises on her rear and the backs of her legs. The shirt goes higher and reveals more braises on her back. The shirt comes down, and she carefully sits on the sofa.

"He beat her with a belt," Robin explains. "Forced her across his knee and just beat the shit out of her."

"Do you have a tissue?" I ask Robin as I gently wipe tears from Kelly’s cheeks.

"Sure." She hands me a large box and I dab Kelly’s cheeks with great care.

"What are you gonna do, Kelly?" I ask.

"Are you kidding?" Robin says. "She has to file for divorce. If not, he’ll kill her."

"Is this true? Are we going to file?"

Kelly nods, and says, "Yes. As soon as possible."

"I’ll do it tomorrow."

She squeezes my hand and closes her right eye.

"Which brings up the second problem," Robin says. "She can’t stay here. Cliff got out of jail this morning, and he started calling her friends. I skipped work today, something I can’t do again, and he called me around noon. I told him I knew nothing. He called back an hour later and threatened me. Kelly, bless her heart, doesn’t have a lot of friends, and it won’t be long before he finds her. Plus, I have a roommate, and it just won’t work."

"I can’t stay here," Kelly says softly and awkwardly.

"So where do you go?" I ask.

Robin has been thinking about this. "Well, the counselor we talked to this morning told us about a shelter for abused women, sort of a secret place that’s not officially registered with the county and state. It’s some type of home here in the city, sort of a word-of-mouth place. The women are safe because their beloved men can’t find

them. Problem is, it costs a hundred bucks a day, and she can stay only for a week. I don’t earn a hundred dollars a day."

"Is that where you want to go?" I ask Kelly. She nods painfully.

"Fine. I’ll take you tomorrow."

Robin breathes a heavy sigh of relief. She disappears into the kitchen, where she finds a card with the shelter’s address.

"Let me see your teeth," I say to Kelly.

She opens her mouth as wide as possible, just wide enough for me to see her front teeth. "Nothing’s broken?" I ask.

She shakes her head. I touch the bandage above her closed eye. "How many stitches?"

"Six."

I lean even closer and squeeze her hands. "This is never going to happen again, understand?"

She nods and whispers, "Promise?"

"I promise."

Robin returns to her place next to Kelly and hands me the card. She has some more advice. "Look, Mr. Baylor, you don’t know Cliff, but I do. He’s crazy and he’s mean and he’s wild when he’s drunk. Please be careful."

"Don’t worry."

"He might be outside right now watching this place."

"I’m not worried." I stand and kiss Kelly on the forehead again. "I’ll file the divorce in the morning, then I’ll come get you, okay. I’m in the middle of a big trial, but I’ll get it done."

Robin walks me to the door, and we thank each other. It closes behind me, and I listen to the sounds of chains and locks and dead bolts.

It’s almost 1 A.M. The air is clear and very cold. No one’s lurking in the shadows.

Sleep would be a joke at this point, so I drive to the office. I park at the curb directly under my window, and race to the front door of the building. This is not a safe part of town after dark.

I lock the doors behind me, and go to my office. For all the terrible things it might be, a divorce is a fairly simple action to initiate, at least legally. I begin typing, a chore I struggle with, but the effort is made easier by the purpose at hand. In this case, I truly believe I’m helping to save a life.

DECK ARRIVES at seven and wakes me. Sometime after four I fell asleep in my chair. He tells me I look haggard and tired, and what happened to the good night’s rest?

I tell the story, and he reacts badly. "You spent the night working on a stinking divorce? Your closing argument is less than two hours away!"

"Relax, Deck, I’ll be fine."

"What’s with the smirk?"

"We’re gonna kick ass, Deck. Great Benefit’s going down."

"No, that’s not it. You’re finally gonna get the girl, that’s why you’re smiling."

"Nonsense. Where’s my coffee?"

Deck twitches and jerks. He’s a nervous wreck. "I’ll get it," he says, and leaves the office.

The divorce is on my desk, ready to be filed. I’ll get a process server to pin it on my buddy Cliff while he’s at work, otherwise he might be hard to find. The divorce also asks for immediate injunctive relief to keep him away from her.

Chapter Forty-nine

ONE GREAT ADVANTAGE IN BEING A rookie is that I’m expected to be scared and jittery. The jury knows I’m just a kid with no experience. So expectations are low. I’ve developed neither the skill nor the talent to deliver great summations.

It would be a mistake to attempt to be something I’m not. Maybe in my later years when my hair is grayer and my voice is oily and I have hundreds of courtroom brawls under my belt, maybe then I can stand before a jury and give a splendid performance. But not today. Today I’m just Rudy Baylor, a nervous kid asking his friends in the jury box to help.

I stand before them, quite tense and frightened, and try to relax. I know what I’ll say because I’ve said it a hundred times. But it’s important not to sound rehearsed. I begin by explaining that this is a very important day for my clients because it’s their only chance to receive justice from Great Benefit. There’s no tomorrow, no second chance in court, no other jury waiting to help them. I ask them to consider Dot and what she’s been through. I talk

a little about Donny Ray without being overly dramatic. I ask the jurors to imagine what it would be like to be slowly and painfully dying when you know you should be getting the treatment to which you’re entitled. My words are slow and measured, very sincere, and they find their mark. I’m talking in a relaxed tone, and looking directly into the faces of twelve people who are ready to roll.

I cover the basics of the policy without much detail, and briefly discuss bone marrow transplants. I point out that the defense offered no proof contrary to Dr. Kord’s testimony. This medical procedure is far from experimental, and quite probably would’ve saved Donny Ray’s life.

Chapters