and then what Tammy found. Henry then informed them of the lawsuit regarding Pierce’s invention. Detective Basher kept a blank face and took notes of his own. Detective Cowell continually snorted and laughed while Mr. Hickson’s expression constantly changed.
“Well, that is interesting, Mr. Davies. If what you're saying is true, then it would give me reason to explore other options. However, that’s all circumstantial. I want hard evidence before I'm swayed completely. You, Mr. Davies, need the DNA test to come back in your favor and for your memory to return so that you can fill in a whole heck of a lot of blanks from that night,” Mr. Hickson told him as he put his pad away.
Henry leaned back in his chair and finished reading a text message. “My paralegal is at the bar now. She says the witness is there and willing to talk to you. I suggest we go and see if being there triggers anything. It'll also give you a chance to evaluate him as a witness.”
They all looked at each other, and then at Mr. Hickson’s nod, Detective Basher agreed.
“Come on! This is just a wild goose chase. A red herring! We have the real killer right here.” Cowell spat.
“One thing you need to learn is that you follow up on every lead. You don’t want to know the feeling of putting an innocent man behind bars. Trust me.” Basher got up and opened the door for Pierce and Henry. “Let’s go.”
Mr. Hickson scribbled in his notebook as Basher and Cowell questioned the waiter. Pierce stood in the middle of the room and then instinctively went to a seat. “That’s where you were sitting the other night,” the waiter called out.
“I remember,” Pierce muttered as he sat down in the chair. “I ordered two fingers of bourbon.”
“That’s right. You did,” The waiter called out as everyone moved closer to Pierce. They all stood quietly by Pierce waiting to see if he remembered anything else.
“I remember one man, but he’s all blurry. Everything is blurry and cloaked in shadows except that glass of bourbon I was drinking. I just remember a man taking a seat next to me and trying to talk to me.” Pierce shook his head, pulling himself out of the past.
“That’s great, Pierce. See, your memories can come back!” Tammy said excitedly, ignoring Henry’s suggestion to play it cool as she rushed over to his side.
“I think I have heard enough, Mr. Davies.” Mr. Hickson opened his bag to put away his notebook as pieces of paper fell out. Mr. Hickson shoved his glasses up his pudgy nose and crammed the papers into his bag. “Detective Basher, would you call to check on the status of the DNA test. Put a rush on it if they haven’t started it yet. Mr. Davies, I don’t know if you’re innocent or just one heck of a good liar, but there’s one way to find out. When you regain your memory and the DNA comes back, we’ll have the whole story in front of us. But for now, you’re still our prime suspect and subject to the restrictions of your bond agreement.”
With a nod, Mr. Hickson turned and walked out. Tammy looked to Henry and he just shrugged as the detectives scrambled to catch up with the disheveled prosecutor. Henry thanked the waiter and they all walked out to the parking lot. Pierce’s black pick-up truck was parked next to Henry’s sports car and Tammy stood still. She should go with Henry and see if he needed any help with the case, but her heart longed to be next to Pierce in his truck.
Henry opened the passenger door for her, but then he paused. Tammy looked over her shoulder and saw Pierce shoot him a look. Henry then closed the door and cleared his throat. “Um, I have some errands to run. It’s getting late and I want to get them done before the stores close. Pierce, could you take Tammy home for me?”
“Oh,” Pierce said with the worst case of fake surprise Tammy had ever heard. “Sure, I guess I can do that.”
Tammy rolled her eyes when she really wanted to jump up and down. So, Henry
“Well, that is interesting, Mr. Davies. If what you're saying is true, then it would give me reason to explore other options. However, that’s all circumstantial. I want hard evidence before I'm swayed completely. You, Mr. Davies, need the DNA test to come back in your favor and for your memory to return so that you can fill in a whole heck of a lot of blanks from that night,” Mr. Hickson told him as he put his pad away.
Henry leaned back in his chair and finished reading a text message. “My paralegal is at the bar now. She says the witness is there and willing to talk to you. I suggest we go and see if being there triggers anything. It'll also give you a chance to evaluate him as a witness.”
They all looked at each other, and then at Mr. Hickson’s nod, Detective Basher agreed.
“Come on! This is just a wild goose chase. A red herring! We have the real killer right here.” Cowell spat.
“One thing you need to learn is that you follow up on every lead. You don’t want to know the feeling of putting an innocent man behind bars. Trust me.” Basher got up and opened the door for Pierce and Henry. “Let’s go.”
Mr. Hickson scribbled in his notebook as Basher and Cowell questioned the waiter. Pierce stood in the middle of the room and then instinctively went to a seat. “That’s where you were sitting the other night,” the waiter called out.
“I remember,” Pierce muttered as he sat down in the chair. “I ordered two fingers of bourbon.”
“That’s right. You did,” The waiter called out as everyone moved closer to Pierce. They all stood quietly by Pierce waiting to see if he remembered anything else.
“I remember one man, but he’s all blurry. Everything is blurry and cloaked in shadows except that glass of bourbon I was drinking. I just remember a man taking a seat next to me and trying to talk to me.” Pierce shook his head, pulling himself out of the past.
“That’s great, Pierce. See, your memories can come back!” Tammy said excitedly, ignoring Henry’s suggestion to play it cool as she rushed over to his side.
“I think I have heard enough, Mr. Davies.” Mr. Hickson opened his bag to put away his notebook as pieces of paper fell out. Mr. Hickson shoved his glasses up his pudgy nose and crammed the papers into his bag. “Detective Basher, would you call to check on the status of the DNA test. Put a rush on it if they haven’t started it yet. Mr. Davies, I don’t know if you’re innocent or just one heck of a good liar, but there’s one way to find out. When you regain your memory and the DNA comes back, we’ll have the whole story in front of us. But for now, you’re still our prime suspect and subject to the restrictions of your bond agreement.”
With a nod, Mr. Hickson turned and walked out. Tammy looked to Henry and he just shrugged as the detectives scrambled to catch up with the disheveled prosecutor. Henry thanked the waiter and they all walked out to the parking lot. Pierce’s black pick-up truck was parked next to Henry’s sports car and Tammy stood still. She should go with Henry and see if he needed any help with the case, but her heart longed to be next to Pierce in his truck.
Henry opened the passenger door for her, but then he paused. Tammy looked over her shoulder and saw Pierce shoot him a look. Henry then closed the door and cleared his throat. “Um, I have some errands to run. It’s getting late and I want to get them done before the stores close. Pierce, could you take Tammy home for me?”
“Oh,” Pierce said with the worst case of fake surprise Tammy had ever heard. “Sure, I guess I can do that.”
Tammy rolled her eyes when she really wanted to jump up and down. So, Henry
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