so long to get me one. That Iâd had to sleep here first.
A series of buzzes and lights and I was led down another hall into a side room with little in it but a table and two chairs. A youngish guy in a too-big suit stood in front of one of them. A briefcase was on the table.
âMiss Dougherty,â he said, all official. He nodded to the guard, and she left the room, standing outside but watching through the glass window in the door.
âHello, Nikki,â he said to me when the door was shut.
I didnât know what else to say but hello.
âHave a seat, please. Iâm Doug Jacobsen. Theyâve appointed me as your lawyer.â
I sat, waiting for him to keep talking.
âThey treating you all right? You doing okay?â
I shrugged. How was I supposed to answer? They were treating me all right. But I would never be okay.
He smoothed his hands over the top of his briefcase before opening it and taking out a folder. âWell, Nikkiâplease call me Dougâsince you cannot provide your own legal counsel, the court has appointed me to represent you.â I waited for him to go on. I didnât know what I was supposed to doâwhat I could do. But it seemed like he wanted me to say something first.
âIâve reviewed your case,â he said after a long pause. âWhatâs here, at least, and I have to tell you that the charges against you arepretty serious. You do understand that you have, by this statement, essentially confessed to being party to murder? Of a county deputy? Which means they are essentially charging you with murder.â
âBut I didnât kill anybody.â
He looked at me. I looked at him back.
âI know that,â he finally said. âBut with this confession that you madeâif Iâm correct, voluntarilyâit may be difficult, to say the least, to arrange a case that will result in less thanââ
âI didnât shoot anybody.â I could hear the little girl sound of my voice, but it was the truth. âI just drove. I didnât even really see what happened.â
âSo, were you forced against your will to drive?â
Forced. Against my will. Was I? Of course not. All of this was too crazy. I didnât know what I was supposed to say, what I felt. We were together, and I was happy, and we went on a drive. And then it was scary and he was wild. There was shooting, and then we were together again. He promised all I had to do was hang on. And now this.
The lawyerâs hands spread toward me on the table, reaching. Maybe offering something. I didnât know.
âLet me say this a different way. Are you telling me that you felt coerced into what was happening that day? Did he hit you? Threaten you? If Mr. Pavon forced you into this situation, we mightââ
I thought. I tried to picture. But mostly I remembered Deeâs face in my neck, after. How proud he was. Of himself. And me.
âI was scared, but he didnât . . .â His hand squeezing my arm. His face in my face. But he hadnât made me do anything. So did that mean I was guilty? Just because I didnât go straight to the police? And instead went wherever Dee said, did what he told me. Willingly. Happily. Wantingly.
âI just didnât know.â I heard my voice collapse. âI didnât know any of what he was going to do.â
âAll right.â Doug was nodding, slow, like Iâd made some kind of suggestion and he was accepting it. âWell, weâll do our best here. I still need to review all the evidence against you. But if anything comes to mindâanything at allâthat you feel I need to know about that day or about what you told the police, you can call me at any time. The guards know that. In the meantime, your arraignmentâs been set for Thursday. Youâll be brought to the courthouse, youâll make your plea, and your bail will be reset. Iâll be there,
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