Beyond Justice by Joshua Graham

Author:Joshua Graham [Graham, Joshua]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, stephen king, paul tseng, grisham, Legal, Supernatural, legal thriller
ISBN: 9780984452606
Google: MpzwQwAACAAJ
Amazon: 0984452605
Barnesnoble: 0984452605
Goodreads: 9028332
Publisher: Dawn Treader Press
Published: 2010-04-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Four

It took a while for the news to sink in. After laying in a coma for two years, my son was going to die. I didn't want to accept it. Even after Rachel left, I paced around my cell, then out in the yard. Screw Butch, if he had another surprise for me.

Standing watch by the concrete picnic table, Possum asked me why I was pacing, why I was so agitated. His words barely registered. Until he grabbed me by the arm. "Cut it out, Silk!"

"What?"

"You're talking to yourself. Freaking the hell out of me."

"Leave me alone."

He stood perfectly still, eyeballed the yard, then drew close and whispered, "You wanna join your Nazi buddies in PSU or something? Knock it off."

I stopped and turned to face him. "It's Aaron."

"Oh no." His features crumpled with an expression which only a parent could fully understand.

"They're saying he won't make it through the night."

"Sucks."

"Yeah," I sighed. Sometimes finding the right words to express yourself is too much of a challenge. I slammed the bed frame. "Dammit!"

Possum put his hand on my back. "Maybe if you talk to the warden, he'll let you out with a guarded escort to see him. You know, to say good-bye?"

I shook my head. "Even if he agreed, there's still a restraining order." I slammed my hand against the bars so hard it made some of the guards to turn their heads.

"Do you believe in God?" Possum asked.

"I don't know, do you?"

Possum's nose twitched. "Might help to talk to someone."

"Chaplain's too scared. Five minute sermon and he bolts."

"They don't call him Father Speedy for nothing."

"I don't know. I just don't know." Why would I want to talk to anyone about a God who—if he even existed—had been so cruel to my family. As much as I respected Rachel, that word she claimed to have gotten from God—it's going to be fine—just wasn't panning out. What kind of God would make a promise like that and renege?

"Well, I ain't all that religious myself," said Possum. "But alls I know is that when we got our backs up against the wall, there's one name we call out, whether we believe or not." He smirked. "You got a better idea?"

I shrugged.

"Whatcha got to lose then?"

"What, you want me to pray?"

"Won't cost you anything but the time it takes."

"Maybe," I said, desperate enough to try anything. "But I don't know the first thing."

"There's one other person you might try." Possum's beady eyes darted around, stopped, then met my gaze once again. "Whatever you do, don't tell him I suggested it."

"All right."

"And don't let his past, or his nickname fool you, okay? He's not someone you want to piss off."

"Don't worry about that."

"You know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all."

"WHO, DAMMIT!" I grabbed his shirt and started to shake him.

"Him!" Possum stood up pointed down into the corridor, to the one person I would have never guessed. And he was heading our way.

I was going to be ill.

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