“Marcus.”
“Yes Janice.”
“Carmen Taylor is here to see you.”
“The model?”
“Yes, the model.”
“Why is she here to see me?”
“She is Desireé Ferguson's sister. You wanted her to give a deposition on her sisters' state of mind prior to the murder. But she couldn't get away.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember. Didn't you cancel that?”
“My bad, Marcus. I must have over looked it, I'm sorry.”
“Don't worry about it, Janice. I'll see her. She does know the trial ended yesterday, doesn't she?”
“Yes she does, but she'd still like to see you.”
“Well, send her right in.”
Marcus stood up to receive her, his heart beat a little faster and he felt the palms of his hands were a bit damp. Janice swung the door open and ushered Carmen Taylor into the office.
“Marcus Douglas, Carmen Taylor,” Janice said, and quickly closed the door behind her.
Marcus wiped his right hand against his pants and came from behind his desk to greet her. “Ms. Taylor it is an honor to meet you,” Marcus said, as he bent at the waist and kissed her hand. It was a little over whelming for him to be kissing the hand of somebody famous. She was more beautiful in person then any of the many pictures he'd seen of her. He started to tell her, but he didn't want to seem like just another fan. A buster, lost for words in the presence of the big time model.
Carmen felt the chill running though her when Marcus kissed her hand. “Thank you, Mr. Douglas; it's nice to meet you.” She looked Marcus in the eye. He hired a good looking brother to defend him. A good looking brother, with no ring on his finger, Carmen thought.
Marcus smiled as politely as he should, trying to contain his excitement. He extended his hand toward one of the chairs facing his desk. “Please Ms. Taylor, have a seat.”
“Thank you Mr. Douglas.”
“First let me apologize for not following up with you to let you know that your deposition was no longer necessary.”
“To be honest, it would have been nice if you had. I traveled a long way to get here to be told, not only that my deposition wasn't necessary, but that the trial is over.”
“Yes, well, Ms. Taylor the judge moved the trial date and things moved a lot faster than anyone could imagine with a case like this. But, once again, Ms. Taylor I am very sorry for any inconvenience this has caused you. Now that that's out of the way, tell me what I can do for you?”
“I'm not exactly sure what you can do for me, Mr. Douglas. But what I want is for somebody to account for my sister’s murder.”
“I'm sure that you know that Roland Ferguson was found not guilty of the charges.
“Found not guilty thanks to your brilliant defense, from what I'm told.”
“I just did my job, Ms. Taylor.”
“Yes, Mr. Douglas, I'm sure that you were. But that doesn't change what I want. Mr. Douglas I've been to see the assistant district attorney and the detective assigned to the case.”
“Ms. Izella Hawkins and Detective Paul Benjamin.”
“Right, and both of them assured me that the case isn't closed and they would do everything in their power to see to it that the guilty party is brought to justice.”
“That sound like Izella.”
“Exactly, she even turned it into a photo opportunity. She had cameramen and a film crew waiting outside the office for me when I came out. They got that her little 'we'll get him' speech on film.”
“That sound like Izella, too. She's planning a run for DA. It will probably on the news at six and eleven.”
“I'm sure.”
“What about Benjamin? What did he have to say for himself?”
“Not much. Pretty much the same thing, he said he had some leads he was gonna follow up on, but there wasn't too much they could do.”
“He's right. If they arrested somebody else now for the murder his lawyer would take the outcome of this trial and build his defense around it. Benjamin would have to take the stand and answer how the investigation led him to arrest and try Ferguson for a murder he was found not guilty of. Then how could that investigation lead him to another conclusion. It would damage his credibility as a witness and make the prosecution’s case that much harder to prove. It's possible that they might pursue that option, but it's not very likely.”
“My father said the same thing. Not in as much detail, but the same thing. I asked him how this could happen. He said they had the killer, but you let him walk.”
“I'm just a defense attorney, Ms. Taylor. It was a jury of his peers that found him not guilty.”
“I understand that Mr. Douglas. It doesn't change anything.”
“I don't understand what you want from me, Ms. Taylor.”
“A little bit of justice for my sister, Mr. Douglas. That's what I'm asking for. If Roland didn't kill her, fine. Somebody did! What bothers me is that nobody is interested in finding out who did.”
Marcus looked at Carmen; He could see the pain in her eyes. He wanted to do something to help her, but knowing that there wasn't. “There's nothing I can do for you, Ms. Taylor.”
Carmen looked angrily and then turned away from Marcus. “I understand Mr. Douglas. But I assure you that I'm gonna do whatever it takes to find out who killed her.”
“I understand.”
“Do you Mr. Douglas? Do you really? Have you ever lost somebody you loved and you just wanted to know what happened and why?”
Now why she wanna go and say that? Marcus thought.
She could have said anything else, but that. Anything else Carmen could have said would have been met with a polite answer, followed by I can't help you. but that, he couldn’t dismiss so easily. The fact was; he had lost somebody.
Marcus got up from his desk and walked over to the wet bar. Carmen watched Marcus quietly as he walked. She looked at the expression on his face and knew that she had hit a nerve.
“Can I offer you a drink, Ms. Taylor?”
“It's a little early in the day for me. But it's been that kind a day. So, I'll have Bacardi, if you have it. On the rocks, please.”
Marcus filled a couple of glasses with ice poured Bacardi for Carmen and Hennessy for himself. He handed Carmen her glass and returned to his seat behind the desk.
“You know it's funny you should ask me that. Have I ever lost somebody?”
“Have you, Mr. Douglas?” Carmen smiled at Marcus.
He took another sip of his drink and smiled back at her. He took a minute to admire her beauty before he answered. “An old client of mine was in trouble. Well, I won't bore you with the details, but to make a long story short, she died in my arms.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. Were you two very close?”
“I'm sure it's nothing like you and your sister. But, yes, we got to be very close during the time we had together. I spend the next year asking questions. Just trying to get somebody, anybody to get it to make sense to me. I ended up in New York and hiring a private investigator to tell me what I guess I knew all along. She knew too much she could talk about. So she had to die because she wanted to get out. “
“So you do understand.”
“More than you know, Ms. Taylor.”
“So you'll help me?”
“I've was planning on taking a little vacation anyway. Yes, Ms. Taylor, I'll be glad to help in any way I can.” Marcus picked up the phone. “Janise, get me the summary notes on the Ferguson case, and give them to Ms. Taylor on her way out, please.”
“I'll have the file ready for her,” Janise replied. “Should I take the crime scene pictures out, first?”
“Definitely. And ask Garrett to call me at home tonight.”
Marcus turned his attention back to Carmen. “What I'd like you to do is look over the notes from the case. Pay particular attention to the investigation. Let me know if you think there's something that the police might have missed. That will at least give us a place to start. I'll tell Janise to give you access to any documents you want to see.”
“Okay, Mr. Douglas that sounds like a good idea,” Carmen said, as she stood up. “I want to thank you for agreeing to help me. I really appreciate it. I was beginning to think that nobody cared who killed Desireé.”
Marcus took a card from the holder on the desk and wrote his home phone number on it. He got up and handed it to Carmen. “You're welcome Ms. Taylor. I know how you feel,” he said and escorted her out of his office. “This is my number at home. Call me if you think of anything or you have any questions. Where are you staying, by the way?”
“I'm staying at the Marriott by the airport.”
“And now if you'll excuse me, it's been a long couple of months. I'm going home.”