The Prosecutor by Adrienne Giordano

Author:Adrienne Giordano
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: ROMANCE - - SUSPENSE
Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Published: 2013-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

After her eight o’clock class, Emma drove to the North Side to meet Penny at Stanley Vernon’s home. Mr. Vernon, the star witness for the prosecution, had identified Brian as the man wearing the white shirt in the alley and Penny wanted to shake him up.

Considering Emma informed Penny of the white shirt test the night before, Penny, being Penny, sensed blood gushing from Zac’s case. If they could get Mr. Vernon to recant, Penny felt sure their request for a post-conviction relief hearing would be granted and Brian would have a chance at a reversal.

This meeting was crucial to their effort. Emma breathed deep and squeezed the steering wheel. Moisture from her hands made the surface slick and she scrunched her nose. Relax. Let Penny do the talking.

On her first pass around the city block, she spotted the spunky lawyer in her pink coat—not hard to miss—waiting for her two doors down from their intended target. Remembering Zac’s cross-eyed irritation from the morning he’d spotted that coat gave Emma a moment of respite from the giant knot between her shoulders. Popsicle Penny.

As siblings went, Zac and Penny were a funny pair. Clearly, their affection ran deep, but she imagined that when they fought, they fought hard.

Being attorneys, Emma assumed they were used to the conflict, but she wasn’t sure she could face her brother in court. Her protective instincts would kick in and she’d worry about beating him.

Zac and Penny didn’t have those issues. Not with their kill-or-be-killed instincts. They craved the slaughter. The win.

Emma found a parking space half a block from Mr. Vernon’s home. The short walk and fresh air would help clear her mind for the conversation about to take place. Part of her wanted to run screaming from this encounter. In a few moments, she’d have to face the man who’d helped tear her family apart. Maybe, at the time, he’d felt he was simply doing his civic duty, but she now knew that he’d lied on the stand.

And she had proof in Zac’s white shirt.

Emma stepped onto the sidewalk, straightened her trench coat and ran a hand down the front. She’d opted for a knee-length navy-blue skirt and light blue sweater for this meeting. Not too lawyerish or bold. She took one step and—whoops—her thin heel sank into the crack in the sidewalk, the soft dirt holding her hostage. Terrific.

Outside of special occasions, she never wore heels and now knew why. She slid out of the shoe and squatted to free it.

“What?” Penny called from four houses down.

“Keep your panties on. My shoe is stuck.”

Obviously enjoying the show, Penny shook her head. “I do love you, Emma.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

She plucked the shoe free and used a tissue from her purse to wipe the heel. Upsetting the Vernons by leaving a trail of mud in their home certainly wouldn’t help their cause. Her shoe clean once again, she half walked, half jogged to where Penny was standing. “I’m sorry. I hate heels. I’m never good in them.

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