Strega - Andrew H. Vachss [31]
The D.A.'s head snapped back—an old trial–lawyer's trick—pulling every eye in the courtroom toward her.
"He is charged with rape, sodomy, incest, and sexual abuse, Your Honor. He did flee the jurisdiction of the court. And he did confess before this very court that he violated an existing Order of Protection."
"Judge, that was the Family Court!" yelled the defense attorney, firing his best shot.
It wasn't good enough. The DA. let a dark undertone into her soft voice—it carried to the back of the room. "Surely Your Honor is not ruling that an order of one court is entitled to more respect than the order of another? A defendant who will spit on the lawful order of one court has displayed his true character and his utter disregard for the law. Indeed, if this court grants bail to this defendant, it will be providing him with a motive to flee. He is only charged in this court—he stands all–but–convicted in another. The People respectfully request a remand, not only for the protection of the victim herein, and for the protection of the community at large, but to give the Family Court the opportunity to impose such sentence as it deems appropriate for the violation. If bail is granted, and the defendant flees," and there she paused, holding it for a long count, "the child will certainly be in danger. This court should not provide such an opportunity."
"This is ridiculous, Your Honor," shot back the defense attorney. "Ms. Wolfe cannot know what is in my client's mind!"
"I don't need to, do I?" asked Wolfe. The message was clear.
The judge was caught. He scanned the courtroom quickly, looking for some help. I thought I'd give him some—I whipped out a reporter's notebook and started scribbling away. He looked closely, trying to figure out who I was, or what paper I worked for—and then he decided he couldn't take the chance.
"Defendant is remanded for transportation to the Family Court. If sentence is not imposed by that court, he shall be returned before me for additional bail arguments.
The creep looked wiped out. He looked to his lawyer for reassurance, listened while the lawyer told him he'd go right over to the Family Court, and then got shakily to his feet. The court officers moved to take him into custody, passing right by the court reporter's stand. The court reporter looked up from his machine. His combat–deadened eyes caught those of the freak. Making no effort to keep his voice down, the court reporter gave the officers some advice.
"Don't take away his belt," he said, getting off his stool and walking toward the back before the defense attorney had a chance to protest.
They took the creep away. The defense attorney went over to the D.A.'s table, preparing himself to play Let's Make a Deal.
"Ms. Wolfe?"
"Yes?"
"Ahassume you'll be going to Family Court on this personally?"
"Yes—and right now."
"Well, so am I. Could I give you a ride?"
"No, thank you," she told him in the same calm voice, stuffing papers into her briefcase.
"You've got no win on this one, you know," he told her.
Wolfe stood up, hands on hips, and stared him down. She'd been through this before. "You mean I can't lose this one, don't you, counselor? This is a fifteen–round fight, and your guy has to win every round. You win this trial—he'll do it again, and I'll get another shot. Sooner or later I'll drop him for the count. And when he goes down, he's going down hard."
The defense attorney's mouth opened, but nothing came out. She walked past him to the gate which separates the front of the court from the spectators, nodded to the officer who swung it open for her, and walked toward the exit. Her body swayed gently in the silk dress, and her high heels tapped the floor. I could smell her perfume in the air. A rare jewel, she was—never more beautiful than when she was doing her work. Like Flood.
18
I GOT downstairs before Wolfe did. I knew where she'd be parked, and I waited. The tapping of her heels echoed down the corridor just before she stepped into the sunlight on Baxter Street, behind the courthouse. I didn't want to spook her,