The End of Camelot by Diana Rubino

Author:Diana Rubino [Rubino, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Historical, Graphic Violence
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2015-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Vikki and Al lounged in the sitting room of her suite—not in Dallas, but in New Orleans, where Rosie insisted on going after their visit to Ruby in jail.

But they took the train. Her godfather avoided flying whenever possible.

“Rosie spent a good part of his wayward youth here, in case he never divulged his salad days to you,” she told Al as they sipped mint juleps and snacked on Cajun Cakes. “But he really came here for the muffulettas.”

“Nah, he never talks about anything before Ike’s presidency. And what are muffulettas?” Al devoured a cake and licked his fingers. “I’m almost afraid to ask. It sounds like something obscene.”

“They can be obscene, I suppose. It’s a fancy name for a Roman sandwich. They’re drippy, gooey, and big enough to choke a racehorse.” She sipped her drink and rolled the sweetness around her tongue.

“I’ll have one to cleanse my palate between bites of jambalaya,” he joked with a half-grin. “So now tell me—how’d the visit with Ruby go?”

“The Dallas County Jail gave me the creeps more than Ruby did.” She shuddered. “It was so stark and uninviting with those gray cinderblock walls. I’d put my Bauer to my head before having to spend a day in that place.”

“Did you two pull it off as the Horwitz attorneys?” He sipped his drink.

“Oh, yeah. Rosie introduced us to the guard as Morton and Sheila Horwitz, said he’d called ahead of time. He sounded so serious. I’ve only heard him speak like that a few times—when he gave numbers to his bookie and when he ordered a custom Cadillac.” She took another cake and bit into it. “Rosie flashed one of the business cards he got printed up the day before and told the guard we were Mr. Rubenstein’s attorneys for his upcoming retrial. Jacob Rubenstein is Ruby’s real name.”

“So how did it feel to be Sheila Horwitz with the prospect of defending the most infamous guy alive today?” He refilled his drink from a pitcher and sat back to hear her juicy story.

“The first thing I did was get out a tissue and wipe off my lipstick. I didn’t think it apropos for Attorney Sheila Horwitz to wear Really Red in prison.”

“Then how come you ain’t wearing it now?” His tongue darted out and wet his lips.

“I was.” She batted her lashes. “You kissed it off.”

He growled with a smile that melted her.

“So the warden signed us in, another uniformed sentry gave us passes, and a third guard ushered us down this dank, echoing corridor to a mess-hall type of room. It was lined with long tables and metal folding chairs. The warden announced that Ru—our client would be right out. So we sat there, with a guard stationed at the metal door.” She ran her hands up and down her arms. Reliving it chilled her. “It wasn’t cold in there, but I couldn’t stop shivering. I think it was just the creepiness of the place. Oh, man, I wished you were there with me.

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