Trial Junkies

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"That doesn't make any sense," Hutch said. "Jenny knew Ronnie. Isn't that a conflict of interest?"

Matt shook his head. "Not really. Jenny worked for Treacher and Pine, one of the oldest and largest law firms in Chicago. She was a senior associate in the corporate law division. Handled fraud cases, real estate, things like that."

"And?"

"Family court matters are handled by an entirely different set of lawyers over there. They're not even on the same floor, and they don't cross-pollinate."

"So no conflict," Hutch said.

"Not in the court's eyes. But according to the prosecution's theory of events, that didn't keep Ronnie from thinking Jenny had some kind of pull."

Hutch waited as Matt took another sip of his beer.

"You remember she told us about bumping into Jenny at the Godwyn Theater? Talked about Andy trying to get that screenplay to you?"

Hutch nodded.

"Well, turns out that's not the only thing they talked about. Ronnie brought up the custody case, and apparently Jenny wasn't even aware it existed until Ronnie confronted her."

"Confronted?"

"That's how Jenny's boss characterized it in his witness statement. He says Jenny called him right after the encounter to let him know about it. Wanted everything above board."

"That's our Jenny," Hutch said.

"The boss says he wasn't concerned about it until things started getting a little hairy."

"In what way?"

"Those phone calls you heard about? The ADA says that was Ronnie calling Jenny's office, demanding that she use her influence to get her ex to back off. Most of the calls were fielded by a secretary, who tried to explain that Jenny had nothing to do with the case, but apparently it got pretty nasty. Ronnie didn't take kindly to being ignored."

"She told me she didn't make those calls."

"Well they're saying she did, and they're claiming it's enough to show frame of mind. Their theory is that Ronnie was so afraid of losing her kid, she must have cracked-and Jenny got the brunt of it."

Hutch couldn't help seeing the irony here. The very thing Ronnie claimed was her reason for not killing Jenny was the prosecutor's idea of a perfectly plausible motive.

And Hutch didn't disagree. Yet even with all this evidence, Matt still seemed to be leaning toward Ronnie's innocence.

"I don't get it," Hutch said. "You tell me you're not willing to go as far as saying Ronnie's guilty, but this all sounds pretty convincing to me."

"Because I still can't believe it. I can't believe Ronnie would do something so drastic."

"Maybe you need to readjust your thinking."

Matt shook his head. "You haven't been around her in years. But I have. Seen her several times-even had a little thing with her after her divorce."

"Seriously?"

He shrugged. "Didn't last long. I was on the tail end of my first marriage and things happened. But we both quickly realized it was a mistake. We're better friends than lovers." He paused. "But you get that close to someone, you start to know how her mind works. What she's capable of."

Hutch had to admit this was true. Despite the distance between he and Jenny he'd felt the same way about her.

"And I have to tell you," Matt continued, "I meant what I said outside the station house. Ronnie isn't capable of hurting anyone."

"I think her ex-husband would disagree."

"That was an anomaly. And her ex is a scumbag, so who knows how much of what he told the cops was the truth? Ronnie says it's mostly bullshit."

Hutch had been staring at his half-empty glass and looked up sharply. "You spoke to her about this?"

Matt nodded.

"When?"

Matt seemed uncomfortable under Hutch's gaze. "I went out to the jail a couple days back, but in the interests of full disclosure, I've gotta tell you we've been in contact ever since she was arrested."

Full disclosure? What was going on here?

It took Hutch all of about fifteen seconds to put it together.

"Jesus Christ," he said. "You guys have been tag teaming me from the start."

"She didn't do it, Hutch. I know in my gut she didn't do it. I only told you all this stuff because Ronnie wants you to know exactly where things stand."

"Oh, really?" Hutch was incensed. "So I sat in that interview room, Ronnie crying about wanting somebody to believe in her-and there you were all the time. Talk about bullshit."

"No," Matt told him. "She meant what she said. Sure, she's got me-and Andy, too-but neither one of us has the resources she needs to-"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Is that really what this is about? Money?" Hutch scraped his chair back and shot to his feet. "I mean, I had my suspicions, but-"

"Don't make it sound so goddamn crass."

"How the hell else does it sound?"

"Look," Matt said, "Waverly's bosses have her on a short leash. They're only riding this thing for the publicity and don't give a damn about Ronnie. They'll do the minimum required to look good for the cameras, but won't spend a dime on her defense." He sighed. "Ronnie was making fifteen bucks an hour, for chrissakes-half of which went to that idiot she hired to handle the custody case. I've chipped in a little, and so has Andy, but we both have pretty hefty debts-"

"— And I'm the millionaire movie star, right?"

"This is isn't just about money, Hutch. It's about support."

"Support? You want me to support a killer?"

"I'm telling you, she didn't do it. I saw the crime photos. The condition Jenny was in-there's no way Ronnie did that."

"That's just wishful thinking. They've got Jenny's blood on her sweatshirt, Matt. D-N-fucking-A evidence. How do you get around that?"

"That's one of the reasons we need an expert to-"

"They found her hair in Jenny's car," Hutch said. "The proof is irrefutable."

Matt's jaw tightened. "Don't believe everything you read."

"So you're telling me that's bullshit, too?"

"Yes and no. It's not what you think."

Hutch shook his head in disgust. "I'm not gonna stand here and listen to this."

Turning, he moved away from their table and headed for the door, angrily shoving it open, fishing for a cigarette as he stepped outside. He'd never needed a smoke so badly.

He barely had it to his lips when Matt filled the doorway behind him, saying, "It was dog hair, Hutch. They're gonna try to convict her with goddamn dog hair."

Hutch pulled the cigarette from his mouth and turned. "What?"

"They conveniently didn't leak that part. Tried to make it sound like they had something substantial. Get a city full of potential jurors thinking Ronnie's toast before she even walks into the courtroom."

"That's ridiculous," Hutch said.

"It worked on you, didn't it?"

"You're sure about this?"

Matt let the door swing shut behind him and moved toward Hutch. "Ronnie got the police report when they turned over discovery. I saw it myself. The hair they found in Jenny's car belonged to a canis lupus familiaris. A goddamn domesticated dog. That's the only thing they have that ties her directly to Jenny's car. They're gonna make the claim that because she was a dog groomer, the hairs must've come from her clothes."

"I've gotta admit that's pretty thin," Hutch said, "but they still have her sweatshirt. The blood."

But he himself had questioned the careless disposal of that sweatshirt, and had attributed it to Ronnie's panic.

Was he wrong to have judged her so quickly?

"What if it was planted by some overzealous cop?" Matt asked. "Ronnie says the hoodie looks like one she used to wear, but insists it can't be hers. And they found it in a trash can in the alley behind her house. Anyone could have dropped it there. That's why we need an expert. To confirm that there's no trace of Ronnie's DNA on the shirt. No sweat, no skin, nothing."

"Can't you get that from the prosecution's expert?"

"Waverly says she can try on cross, but putting our own guy on the stand only reinforces the message. Most jurors go into a case thinking like Nadine. If the police arrested the defendant, she must be guilty. So the prosecution always has an advantage. And the only way to counter that is to put our own expert on the stand."

Hutch said nothing, feeling as if he were on an emotional seesaw. Up, down, up, down-one minute he wanted to throttle Ronnie, the next he was leaning toward believing her.

She had been right about his initial instincts. The girl of their college days may have had her problems with Jenny, but violence was out of character. And the one thing Hutch was any good at was understanding character. His process as an actor required a certain amount of insight into what made people tick-insight he used when preparing for a role.

And these revelations, along with Matt's steadfast belief in Ronnie, had him back on the fence, wondering which side to choose.

A large part of him wanted to follow Matt's lead, but what if Matt was wrong?

Hutch suddenly felt as if he had been confronted with the biggest, most important decision of his life and he wasn't sure he could make it. And for the first time in months he considered going back inside that bar and ordering himself a Jameson's.

Just one to take the edge off.

He put the cigarette back to lips and lit it, inhaling deeply.

"She needs your help, Hutch. But not just your money. She needs you to believe in her. More than any of us."

Hutch blew a stream of smoke into the air. "Why me?"

"That's just the way it is. The way it's always been."

"Then she went about it all wrong. You both did. I don't like being manipulated, Matt. I get enough of that in L.A."

"You turned against her so quickly, we didn't think we had a choice. She had to get your attention somehow."

"She got that when she slit Jenny's throat."

Matt closed his eyes as if he were trying to center himself, to keep from exploding, lashing out. Then he opened them again and said in a flat, even tone, "We'll be in court first thing Monday morning-me and Andy-sitting on the defense side of the aisle. I'll save a seat for you, if you're interested."

Then he stepped past Hutch and headed for the parking lot.

Three days later, as the bailiff called out "All rise," Hutch moved down the courtroom aisle, nodding to Gus, then scanned the crowd until he found Matt and Andy standing in the front row on the right side of the gallery.

As promised, there was an empty space next to Matt.

Hutch filled it, and as they all waited for the judge to appear, he said, "I called Waverly last night. Told her she's got a blank check."

Matt swiveled his head. "You mean it?"

"First on the list is getting Ronnie out on bond."

Matt smiled and shook his hand. "You're doing a good thing, buddy. You won't regret this."

Hutch hoped to hell he was right.