Dreamcast by Paul Telegdi

Author:Paul Telegdi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction, romance, crime, drama, murder, relationship, paranormal, prison, violence, law, court, detectives, investigation, psychic, jail, esp, extrasensory perception, crime scene, mildly sexual content, occasional coarse language
Publisher: Paul Telegdi

Chapter 12

This time the interrogation was very, very different. It started off well. “We’ve been able to pick up Max’s trail through half a dozen states and found he was a suspect in at least two rape-murder cases. They just lacked proof. We sent them a copy of our findings and the DNA profile. Got a call earlier this morning, confirming similarities and the hope that their cases can soon be closed,” Maclure reported, and I again had a sense that he was on my side.

Then Smythe took over. “In fact, the only thing we have against you now is your own words, the dream. We do not know how to investigate it, or how to defuse it, but it alone is enough to convict you. The DA is raring to go. He has lost three cases in a row and thinks your case is an easy sell to any jury. I have to agree with him. After all, you accuse yourself. You can’t take that back. And there is your bogus confession that is also on record.”

“What can help me then?”

“A miracle,” Maclure admitted glumly.

Later, I met my new lawyer appointed by the court. Mr. Balfour was right; no other lawyer could be found who was willing to argue against an open-and-shut case involving an unpredictable client. Mr. Henricks was from the public defender’s office, trying to juggle an overload. He promised to do his best but said the case was strong against me and not to expect much. He asked a few questions, made some notes and hurried off to his next appointment. I was not encouraged. From his questions, I knew he was even less prepared that he was willing to admit.

I strode up and down my cell trying to figure this out. I was searching for a... miracle. But in midst of a crisis miracles are typically hard to come by. So I strode and thought. Up and down.

I decided to go back to the beginning, replay everything in sequence, as if testifying in court, starting at the Fountainhead. All of us were there: Jordy, Shaw, Kerry, Raffi, Carmen, Jenny and me. There were other people there, but we formed a cohesive group and entertained ourselves... Kerry was pumping Jenny about her university, thinking of switching over because she did not like her college... Jordy and I were talking cars... Carmen and Raffi were nuzzling each other... Jordy and Shaw got into a friendly dispute over something historical no one else cared about... the evening ran its course filled with the typical inconsequential interaction that consumed our time whenever a bunch of us got together... it was the usual, nothing stuck out... At 8:30 or so Jenny said she had something to do and left... since I had an assignment due the next day, I also packed it in and went home... mom was already asleep, dad was watching the news, I went upstairs and resumed keying my essay into the computer, a work-in-progress since the week before.

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