stoneâs throw of the Raythune County Courthouse, in the shadow of which diversity did not exactly flourish.
Still, Rhonda was a bright woman, and usually an open-minded, wide-souled one, and Bell was disappointed in her. Bell consoled herself with the thought that everyone had to start somewhere.
âExplain,â Bell said curtly.
âYou just naturally assume,â Rhonda said, starting again, but haltingly, âthat itâs because they canât get a boyfriend or a husband, right? And so they finally just give up and get involved with each other as a kind ofâwell, I meanââ
âAs a kind of what?â
âAs a kind of substitute. Next best thing. But your friendâshe was really pretty. And this womanâ¦â Rhonda gestured toward the stack of printouts sheâd left on Bellâs desk. âThis womanâs a brain surgeon, for heavenâs sake. And sheâs attractive, too, if those photos got it right. Bet she doesnât have a lick of trouble finding men who want to go out with her. But somehow the both of them ended upâ¦â She didnât know how to finish the sentence.
Bell did it for her. âThey ended up with each other. By conscious choice. Not desperation.â
âTotally.â Rhonda looked relieved. âSo you do get what I mean.â
âNo, I donât.â
âCome on, Bell. You know the point Iâm trying to make.â
âMaybe youâd better enlighten me.â
Her assistant looked around the room dismally. She was clearly regretting the topic she had introduced. Major blunder. Sheâd just remembered that Bell, despite being born and raised in Ackerâs Gap, was not really One of Them. Bell had started out that wayâbut then she left. When she came back, she wasnât anymore. That was how it worked.
Bell read the sentiment right off Rhondaâs distressed face. And waited.
âOkay, fine,â Rhonda said, peeved at being put on the spot. âBut would you ever want to be in a relationship with a woman?â
Bell smiled. âSorry, but Iâm already spoken for. Anyway, I donât believe in workplace romances.â
âNoâwaitâI didnât meanâ¦â
Bell let her sputter and blush for a few seconds. Then she reached for a file folder on the far side of her desk. She opened it. âLetâs get back to work.â
For the next hour they went over the latest developments in the countyâs case against a man named Charles Leroy Vickers. The charge was aggravated assault. There was a simpler phrase for the fancy label âaggravated assault,â Bell had learned after her first few years as a prosecutor in these parts: using a broken-off beer bottle during a bar fight. The trial had been postponed several times. First Vickers grabbed his gut in his jail cell one day, claiming illness; his attorney demanded that he be hospitalized. After several weeks of tests and Jell-O, Vickers decided that he was feeling much better, thanks. Next came a string of frivolous motions by the defense. âItâs like they think weâll just get frustrated and give up and go away,â Rhonda had said last week, as she and Bell went over strategy. The Vickers case was the first one that Rhonda had been assigned to handle all on her ownânot as second chair to Bell or Hick Leonard.
Now there was a new trial dateâa week from today in Judge Tolliverâs courtroom. âUnless,â Rhonda said, as she accepted the transcript of a deposition that Bell was handing her, âCharlie-boy gets a toenail fungus and we have to wait for him to heal up.â She had read this transcript multiple times already. She had made notes about her notes. And then more notes about those notes.
âPretty good chance youâll actually be starting next week,â Bell said. âYou feel ready, right?â
âIâve been ready for three
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