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“I wouldn’t go that far.” He flashed her a grin. “She is beautiful, and I truthfully admit I was jealous of Flynn. I wanted to see if she was as committed to him as she pretended to be. It did not take anything much to entice her away.”
He shrugged his slim shoulders. “And she told me that Flynn didn’t have much time for her because he was always working. In a way, it’s his fault, too.”
Julia’s eyes flashed at that. “It was my son’s fault that he built a successful company from scratch, and to maintain the company, he worked hard to provide for us, including you.” Her expression hardened. “He gave you a job, bailed you out of several debts, and you paid him back by stealing his fiancée.”
His expression turned sober, and he regarded her in contemplative silence as if he were chewing on the matter. “When you put it like that…” Picking up his cup, he sipped the tea and put it back down. “I want to apologize to him personally.”
“He doesn’t want to see you.”
“We are family. He is my blood, and I was there for you when you had to bring him up on your own.”
Julia stared at him and laughed again, her eyes twinkling. “You are a piece of work, aren’t you? You came to live with us when your wife threw you out of the house for cheating on her and spent most of your time lying on the old, worn sofa, just watching TV.”
His lips tightened. “I watched Flynn when you had to work.”
“More like Flynn watched you.” Glancing at her watch, she pushed back her chair.
“Aren’t you going to help me?”
“No. Consider changing your ways and then come back and try again.”
Chapter 5
"Mr. Resling, you claim that you were away when the murder took place; is that correct?"
"Yes, it is correct."
She pretended to consult her files, knowing the silence would unnerve him. “I must apologize to the court, but I have an image that puts you in the vicinity about ten minutes away from home. This is you, right? And if there is any doubt, the license plate number is registered to a vehicle you own. Is that you?”
The man looked frightened and hunted, as if he had no idea where to look.
“Mr. Resling?”
“I-I-” He stared at the picture again as if trying to find a way out. “I cannot identify the person.” He looked up in triumph as if that settled the matter.
“This clearly-” Ryleigh stepped back as she felt her head spinning and her stomach churning. She was heading into the end of her first trimester, and things were picking up.
“Counselor?” The judge peered at her over his spectacles, a curious look on his weathered face. “Are you all right?”
“I just need a glass of water. Thanks.” She told him weakly.
“Go ahead,” he waved a hand at her, and they waited while she went to drink the glass of water her second chair poured for her.
“Better?” Judge Henderson asked her mildly as she returned to the witness.
“Yes, your honor.” She took a deep breath and directed her gaze to the man, now sweating.
“Mr. Resling, are you trying to tell this court that this is not you driving the vehicle?” She gave him a stern look. “Are you aware of what the penalty is for perjury? Do you know the meaning of the word?”
“I am not a moron.” He growled, glaring at his representative. “Why are you not objecting?”
He shouted, eyes glittering. “What the hell am I paying you for?”
“Mr. Resling!” The judge snapped, eyes frosty. “Counselors, please control your client.”
“I will not be controlled!” He shouted, erupting from his seat. “Yes, I killed the bitch. She was cheating on me with my cousin and several other men who were not fit to-”
“Your honor-” his lawyers jumped to try and stop him, but it was too late. “May we approach the bench, please?”