Reed sat impatiently on the hard bench, the uncomfortable wooden surface digging into his skin.
This has got to be the worst day of his life because he never saw himself in a courtroom, with harassment and rape charges lobbied against him.
His lawyer, Mr Ralph McLauren was on the other side of the bench in a casual button-down shirt and pants.
When he first saw Ralph walk in, all my hopes sank. Was this the lawyer that would get him out of this?
Not to sound rude but he didn't have much faith in the man.
Suddenly, there was movement at the
back of the room and Reed turned to look.
That fucker.
His boss, Walker Rhomes walked in with a smug smile on his face, closely followed by his lawyer who when compared to Reed's, dressed sharply in an expensive-looking suit.
His hopes dropped even further, but I refused to be cowed.
When Walker sat down on the plaintiff's seat, Reed leaned over a bit so he could hiss to him. “How wicked can you possibly be, showing how brazen you are? You're the one who harassed that young lady, and you're suing me for your own failed initiative?!”
Walker of course ignores my accusation, pointedly staring at his watch.
Asshole.
“Mr Reed, please do not disrupt the court.” The bailiff warned and he swung his eyes up in surprise.
You have got to be kidding me! He thought, angrily reclining back in his seat.
Reed tried to act all chill but there was a question burning in my brain, so he asked Mr Ralph.
“Hey, uh, do you think she'd show up?” He emphasized the ‘she’ so Ralph would know who was talking about. “What if they had bought her off?”
Ralph placed a hand on his shoulder. “She'll show up, don't worry.”
Meanwhile, during our discussion, Walker's lawyer had already walked up to seek permission to start. It was granted because he started to talk…
“Good day, Your Honor, I would like to launch into the defense of my client, Mr. Walker Rhomes.” The man's tone was clear, crisp, and calculative. “The accuser, Mr Reed Blackwater, assaulted Mr Walker all because Mr Walker was trying to stop him from further harassing a female employee. Also, Mr Reed who has been a long-time employee of the car wash is familiar with the blind spots of the surveillance cameras and he invited the victim over to one of those blind spots with a Post-it note.”
Reed clenched his jaw and fists in anger upon hearing that because he knew they were all lies.
There was no such thing as a Post-it note from him.
It was all a carefully plotted ruse to make him take the fall for that vindictive snake, Walker!
But Walker's lawyer was good because he went further, breaking it all down.
“My client, Your Honor, is a man of passion and justice. His dedication to eradicating unfit people in society is a thing to applaud, and Mr Reed has always been a highly temperamental person, quick to anger so it's not far-fetched that he might be up to something nefarious when Mr Walker saw him cajoling the lady to the blindspot, so out of a concerned mind, Mr Walker followed.
Indeed. He snorted.
“Unfortunately, Mr Reed wasn't happy and attacked Mr Walker in a rage, beating him up before the young lady escaped and called the cops.” Walker's lawyer finished with a flourish.
Reed thought that was all but to his surprise, witnesses came up the stage…namely, his colleagues at work.
Mike, the car wash guy, climbed up first and after being asked some questions by Walker's lawyer, revealed that sometimes Reed got aggressive and temperamental during work hours.
He didn't lie but Reed only got a bit antagonistic due to his post-war PTSD.
Also, Mike proved that Walker took the lady with him through the surveillance video they watched.
The lady was walking willingly with him to the blindspot site but Reed knew it was only because Walker had harassed her so many times, she was tired of fighting back plus the incentives Walker dropped to help her children out…she didn't have a choice.
The last CCTV camera captured Reed roaring into the Warehouse 3 before he punched and pushed Walker to the ground, beating the shit out of him.
The evidence was pretty contradictory but Reed wasn't really worried, already assured by Ralph that the lady would testify against Walker and we would come out victorious.
The last witness walked in and it was none other than Joyce wearing a simple, flowery summer dress and sandals with her long, brown hair swept to the top of her head, revealing her slim, slender neck.
She walked up the stage where she was read her rights before Walker's lawyer peppered her with questions.
Reed noticed something was up, Joyce fidgeting and glancing towards his direction. Even Ralph seemed to move further away.
He tuned in, in time to catch the big reveal.
“So Miss Joyce Palmer, did Mr Reed harass you sexually or not?”
A tense couple of seconds passed by with everyone else holding their breaths, waiting for the verdict.
“Yes, he did,” Joyce answered, quietly, looking down at her hands.
The entire hall broke into chaos as bystanders started to shout and clamor; meanwhile, Reed felt like he was drowning, water rushing into his ears.
He heard shooting to his left and saw Walker smiling smugly, exchanging hugs with his lawyer and that set him off.
He tried to grab Walker, hurling curse words his way but he didn't get far as the bailiffs held him down.
At that moment, everything became clear to him.
The judge, Joyce, and even Ralph had all been bought off.
He never even stood a chance.
The judge brought the court to order, reading out his sentence but he sat there numbly, resigned to his fate. “Mr. Reed Blackwater has hereby been sentenced to a one-year jail term on the charge of harassment, possible rape and assault.”
Shock raced through his body.
Reed was dumbfounded , he never expected this to be the outcome.
It dawned on him that neither his wife nor mother were there to support him, making him realize he was truly alone,
Just him…against the world.
“You have 10 minutes,” the guard told them as he walked away to give Reed and his wife privacy..Immediately the judge passed on his verdict a week ago Reed was whisked away without being able to confront his lawyer to call his familyThe judge was only able to send him away for a year because there was no concrete proof to hold him in for a longer time.A year of being away from his family. His wife, Mom, and his daughterHis wife, Kayla visited him in prison a week later, Reed found out as he was escorted to the meeting roomSeeing his beautiful wife lifted his spirits, and his steps quickened.Even though there was a see-through glass between them, it didn't diminish how sad his wife looked.Picking up the phone, Reed spoke first. “How're you, and the kids?Kayla tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, giving him the first unobstructed view of her face. “We’re fine.”“And home?” He asked, eager to get information.“Home is good.” She looks away. “Uh, actually we're not staying at th
Reed was so stunned for a moment, that he didn't know what to say.“K-kayla, what are you doing here?” More importantly, how did she know he was going to be here today? She didn't respond, still keeping a stony look.She took a step forward which was when he saw the man behind her back. What the hell?Instantly, he bolted out of his chair, the divorce papers forgotten. “Mike?Mike was one of the men who testified against him for a crime he didn't commit, but he had the balls to show up here.Hell, no.Reed was so angry, he didn't think, launching himself at the lying asshole.He gripped Mike's collar firmly, tightening the space around his neck. “Why did you do it huh? How much did they pay you to snitch on me?!”Mike grunted, not saying anything, and that even aggravated Reed the more. He struck, sending Mike crashing to the floorKayla screamed, running to Mike's defense while she tried to make sure he was okay.“What is wrong with you, Reed?” she shouted at him.“What's wrong with
Bzzz….bzzzz…The sound of an incoming message drew Reed's attention and he looked up from his feed to look at his inboxThere were new messages from different people requesting his services but it was the one at the foremost center that prompted him to open itOut of curiosity, he tapped on the icon and his eyes widened…$100,000The amount of money on bid wasn't the surprising thing but the name of the person assigned to kill wasWhat the hell did Mr Walker do to piss someone offEven a mere punk was worth, at most, a couple thousand dollars,what made Mr Walker so specialThat stumped Reed but then his eyes wandered over to the bottom half of the screen.The Commissioner?Thankfully, the mode of payment was cash in person which was convenient since Reed couldn't afford that kind of paper trail.Even though it was pretty confusing to him, Reed decided to go ahead since he always had a desire to see the CommissionerBeing smart, he created a fake, anonymous account to accept the bid an
The lady started to explain. “The owner of the laundry is a drug dealer, the laundry is just a front. The guy is part of a very large trafficking network but from what I hear, he runs this city. My brother Matt was lured into taking drugs, and soon after, he became addicted and my parents had to cart him off to a rehabilitation center when it became too bad.” Moisture gathered at the corners and she angrily swiped it away. “Matt was a minor, you know.” She tried to explain to him. “And rehab didn't work since there were still drug dealers in there and guess what, they were even more cheaper!”She stopped talking for a minute, her eyes appearing glassy as she got sucked into her memories. Reed had to prompt her. “So, what happened?”“My parents of course went to the cops and reported the whole situation, who then traced it back to Walker but no way to even hurt him or pinpoint it to him.” She scoffed. Reed patiently waited her out, allowing her to let it all out of her system.“They
Reed had to make a pit stop at home so he could change into decent clothes that could at least show he belonged in a fancy restaurant.Upon getting there, he discreetly looked around for his ex wife but couldn't find her.“Sir, can I help you with something?” A harried-looking waitress tapped her feet impatiently, looking over his shoulder.Crap“I…um, I'm meeting someone in there.” The lie rolled smoothly off his tongue, while he pretended to look through his phone for a fake name.Thankfully, there were a lot of people on the line and the lady couldn't wait for him to figure it out so she just waved him in.Once he was in, it was easy to spot his stealing wife.It was Mark's birthday and Kayla was doing some type of grand gesture with her friends and his.Reed's eyes widened when Kayla whipped out a very expensive box that had a designer watch. He could overhear some of the guests murmur in surprise, saying they didn't think that Kayla had that type of money, after costing they conc
Reed watched Mike receive a phone call, moving farther away so that Reed wouldn't listen in to his conversation.Reed moved around as if trying to pick things up while craning his ears.Mike went white fast, making Reed wonder what was going on, that was when his eyes snagged on the suit Mike had on.Reed's eyes widened when he placed the Brioni custom-made suit.That suit costs thousands of dollars! He would know because back then when he used to profile high-value clients, most of them had a Brioni suit in their collection.“How the fuck was Mike able to afford that on a salesman's salary?”Reed carefully cataloged everything Mike was putting on for his birthday dinner while he talked and summed the total up to be $3-5k.Reed immediately did some digging and found Mike's apartment, which was a very luxurious building on State Avenue…he was still working at the car wash.Mike was no big fish, born into a wealthy family so the logical explanation was…the owner of the car washHe was a
Reed had no means of transport, so he used the car of the killers, driving it at top speed to Mike's apartment building without bothering about the dead bodies.It was simple logic. No gangster wanted to be caught with his shit flying about especially where the police were concerned, so they could clean up his mess quickly before the cops caught wind of itReed parked carelessly in front of the building, rushing out with his heart in his throat as he barged in without identification.The security guards went on alert instantly and tried to stop him“Hey, where do you think you're going?” the fat one yelled, running up to him.Closing his eyes in annoyance, Reed turned around to set his leg so the man fell to the ground, and to his companion, one punch to the face was lit.Conscious of the ticking clock, Reed ran up the stairs until he got to apartment 17.One knock and a minute later, the door is swung inward to reveal his daughter who gaped at him in disbelief“Dad!” She exclaimed, r
Reed drove carefully on the streets, staring out the window and at the rearview mirror for signs of approaching cars.He needed to get Mandy somewhere safe before those men found him again.The safehouse…Reed used to have many safe houses scattered around the city, but in his state of panic, the only one he could remember now was the one he built when he used to lead the Scavengers, creating a haven for them.He debated driving over to that place but hesitated, not sure if it was still safe to use.Nonetheless, Reed drove over to the nearest safehouse whose address was stuck in his memory.Only to drive into the parking lot and find out that the shop that was used as a shelter above the safehouse had been turned into a pub.Fuck!“Hey, Mandy, wake up!” He gently shook his daughter awake.Tired, blue eyes fluttered open as she rolled around on the seat.Reed got down, bending so he could scoop her up into his arms but Mandy wriggled, wanting to be let down.As they walked into the pub