The Man in the Orange Suit: A Wayne Hemmerson Story

By Patricia Goodman

The unit was operating at it's highest falsity, seemingly staring at the obvious; forgetting that they too must be absolutely positive that what they were seeing wasn't a mirage. They were trained to stay focused, but their sights had been altered; their perception, distorted; their thoughts, clouded; their reasoning; mislead. Enemies were changing the game; the sacred playing field of honesty and loyalty had been defiled. Things were not so clearly displayed anymore; now it was too late to alter the unenviable; because at this instant they understood, all along they had been, "Tied to Deception."

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456751517

Patricia Goodman

Patricia is a native of New York who now resides in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. She lives with her husband, Wilbur: and the two youngest of four children. She is retired from the County Public Defender's office, which serves as a back drop for her novels; fueled with lies and deception to create drama. This is the second of her full-length action adult drama novels, of which she anticipates creating a six-part action packed suspense filled series. Stay tuned; there's more to come in the Wayne Hemmerson Chronicles. Hold on tight; the intregging race against deception has just begun! Happy reading!

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Chapter One

A Wayne Hemmerson Story

THE MAN IN THE ORANGE SUIT

Elena looked out from her second floor office window that faced west onto main street. It was the first day of exceptionally cold weather she had seen since moving to Cramdon.

Great she thought to herself, Snow! Just what I left the city to get away from.

She moved to South Carolina with her two children and the family cat named Prissy from Detroit, Michigan, after a failed marriage of twenty years. She took back her maiden name of Crammer but left the children’s names Adams after their father.

She’d come to Cramdon hoping to start again by finding a good job capable of sustaining herself and the children. It was hard trying to make ends meet with only one salary to depend upon. The child support she received from her ex-husband Sam was just barely enough to cover the cost of gas getting back and forth to work everyday.

Her extensive experience in secretarial work and as legal aid assistant at the Women of Abuse Legal Rights Center got her the job at the public defenders office. Getting the job was her first hurdle; the next was to find a house she could afford to buy on her own salary. She was renting a small ranch style house seven miles south of the city limits. It was different from the city apartments she was accustomed to and she was beginning to like it. She loved the location even if the commute to work was a little longer than she liked.

As she drank her coffee, she watched the people move hurriedly as the snow piled higher on the once neatly manicured lawns surrounding the County Municipal Building. She could see Mary, the secretary from down the hall, racing to catch the door that Officer Clayton was holding open for her. She clambered inside and disappeared from view.

It was her turn to go out into the blizzard. She was responsible for legal documents that required recording at the judge’s office for the counties inmates, there was no hold time left. It was due date for signatures and no snow weathered storm could keep Elena from having to cross the non-shoveled courtyard.

She stepped away from the window and crossed the room to where her coat was hanging. Slipping it on, she thought of her life before now, hopeful this part would be better than the last twenty years.

She fastened the buttons and pulled the wool scarf tightly around her neck. She twisted her long auburn hair into a bun, slipping it under her fax fur hat. Pulling on her leather gloves, she headed for the half-glassed paned windowed door.

When the door opened, the noises from the other offices filled her head. She could hear Mary talking on the telephone and Clara, from the Pardon and Parole office, arguing with a client. Elena waved as she passed their doorways. Down the stairs and around the corner, she met no one on her way.

When she reached the large glass door, she took a deep breath and stepped out into the weather. The cold air hit her face running a chill across her cheeks ending at the tip of her nose. She was used to this feeling. It felt good, bringing back memories of the snowstorms in her home town of Detroit.

It had begun to snow in the early hours of the morning and now the snow was a few inches deep. It crunched and sank beneath her feet as she crossed the courtyard. Any other day it would have been a pleasant walk, but today it seemed as if the courthouse building was a mile away.

The Court House stood three stories high and took up a square city block. It was one of the oldest and largest buildings in Cramdon County. The large windows that surrounded the building reflected the Colonial style of its day. It had two main entrances. The front entrance faced the main street traffic; the back entrance was opposite the entrance to the Cramdon County Library across the street. To the left of it was the County Sheriff’s Department where Elena worked. To the right of it is the Cell Block. It got the name from the law offices that lined the entire block on the left side of the street. On the other side were Public service offices.

When Elena opened the back door to the courthouse building, a sudden gush of warm air swept past her, forcing the chill of the outside air to lose its grip. No one was in the small foyer. County News Bulletins hung in glass cases and ashtrays lined the wall leading from the staircase opposite the double entrance doors.

She crossed the stoned floor and pressed the elevator button. Elena could hear the mechanics of the elevator coming to life as it lowered to the main floor. After getting on, the doors closed slowly. The rusty components of the machine shook under her feet. She held on to the hand rails as she listened to the second floor slowly pass.

When Elena reached the third floor, it was dimmed and much quieter than it was in the Sherriff’s building. She listened to her footsteps as she walked down the long wooden floored hallway, passing the public restrooms, the courtroom, two small jury rooms and finally through the small public waiting room just outside the Judges chambers.

The doors to the courtroom were slightly open. She worked at the Public Defender’s Office for only a few short weeks. She visited the Judges chambers a few times but never once had she went inside the courtroom or jury rooms without the company of others. Time never permitted it.

Knocking on the door, she stuck her head in the office.

Hi Sarah. Elena said ‘How are you today?"

I’m good Elena, how are you? answered Sarah

I’m well Sarah, how about this snow? Did you have any idea it would be like this? Elena asked.

No! said Sarah walking slowly toward Elena to greet her.

You know, the local weather report said to expect snow flurries for this area but no one said anything about a snow storm. No one ever expected this. You know we don’t have snow in South Carolina, certainly nothing like this. However, I guess you’re used to this kind of weather aren’t you? Being from Detroit and all. Sarah said to Elena, touching her arm in a friendly manner.

Yeah, I’m use to it but this was pretty much a surprise, but it’s beautiful isn’t it? It’s cold, but beautiful and the kids love it. It’s a free day out of school. Said Elena.

You’re right Elena. Children always love that extra day out. I know we did. She laughed, waving her hand at Elena.

My grand-son Sean loves any day out of school, no matter what the reason. They both laughed. So what can I do for you? Sarah asked.

Well, I need to see the judge. Is he in? I have some papers for him to sign. He has to sign them today. I kind of pushed the time frame to the limit, today is the dead line. Elena said.

Oh, I’m sorry Elena; he’s not coming in today because he has the sniffles. He’s really been feeling bad all week, poor soul. She said, piling papers on her desk.

We’ve been working double load the last few weeks, you know Elena? she said, smiling at her, Elena returning the smile.

Today being Friday, he just went ahead and took the day off since he didn’t have any sessions. He needed the rest anyway. She said, resting for a moment, staring squarely at Elena.

So what kind of papers do you have that need to be signed? she asked

Some documents for the sheriffs department. But like I said, they have to be signed today. handing the papers to Sarah.

Let me see, she said, shuffling through the papers. It might be something I could sign off on for the Judge.

After she looked through the papers she said,

Elena, I think this is something I could sign. Let me just call the judge to make sure it will be okay. Have a seat and I’ll go call him. Hold on now, I’ll be right back

Sarah reached across her desk, picking up her glasses and walked into the judge’s office, closing the door behind her. Elena could hear her talking on the telephone.

She unwrapped her scarf, unbuttoned her coat and Elena settled into one of the leather chairs nearest the window. Looking around the office, she saw Sarah’s family photos on her desk. Her Certificates of Degree’s from Business College hung close to her chair. The room had shelves made on the walls that were full of law books and law manuals. Dated courthouse photos hung on the wall behind Sarah’s desk. A wooden table overwhelmed the room. Her eyes settling on the window, Elena watched the snow getting thicker. As she gazed across the courtyard, she thought,

There’s no way we’re going to stay at work all day today, not in Cramdon County. Just then, Sarah walked back into the office.

Elena, I have good news! The judge said I could sign them for you, so that isn’t a problem. Just give me a minute and I’ll have them ready for you. I have to make copies for the Judge to see so he’ll know what I signed off on. It’ll just take me a second.

Good! Elena answered, with a sigh of relief. Her mind seemed to be slipping lately, always pushing things to the limit. She knew these documents should have been ready a week ago, but she couldn’t focus on her work. Her mind seemed to escape into another world; apparently, she felt it to be the only place she could find relief from the everyday stress of being alone with two children. Their welfare and upkeep lie squarely on her shoulders, a heavy load to carry alone. Moreover, she had to focus on things that use to come so easily to her. The law field she worked in was tough, demanding, busy, but damn well worth all the effort it took to make things right. She loved every minute of it, but now, just now, it was getting to be a little too demanding of her. She knew this was no time for a career change, so the struggle continued.

Standing at the window, she saw a man walking across the courtyard, wearing an orange suit. He caught her attention immediately. By the uniform he was wearing she realized he was an inmate at this county jail. She had not remembered seeing him before now. She was familiar with the majority of the inmates because her office dealt closely with them, having carried most of their cases.

As she watched him come closer, she saw he was carrying what appeared to be a large bundle of papers or mail.

His head wasn’t covered. He wore no scarf, gloves or boots. His plaid wool jacket came just below his waist, leaving his long legs exposed to the blowing swirls of snow. With the snow gathering on his shoulders, he pulled up the collar of the jacket around his ears. For just a second, he glanced up at Elena, recognizing someone was standing at the window, but he made no acknowledgement of her. His steps grew wider and faster, as he hurried toward the building. Now he was inside, out of her line of view.

Here you go Elena, all signed! said Sarah, breaking her spell of the inmate.

Thanks Sarah, Elena said. I won’t forget this. You saved me today. They both laughed, walking toward the door,

Glad I could help. Sarah said. Sarah was an older woman, maybe in her early sixties. She was a widow with two grown sons, both of whom where married and living in other parts of the state.

When I spoke with the Judge, he suggested I go home. There is no need to be here today. I can almost guarantee no one’s coming out in this weather, so I’m packing up to get out of here. she said joyfully.

Oh, lucky you, Said Elena, I’m expecting Maclayen to call telling me the same thing. Surely the county won’t let these offices stay open today with the weather like this. said Elena seriously speaking.

Well, thanks again Sarah. You be careful going home, it’s nasty out there. Elena said.

Oh, I will Elena, don’t you worry. You be careful crossing the courtyard. That snow is sure to be starting to turn to ice. Have a good weekend and enjoy the snow. said Sarah waving to her.

Thanks, I will! Elena answered while glancing back over her shoulders.

You can tell she doesn’t know anything about snow, thought Elena Snow doesn’t form patches of ice as long as it’s falling.

Walking down the hall from the judge’s office, she slowed as she approached the courtroom. Curiously stopping, she saw the doors cracked, as if someone had not pulled them fully shut. Hesitantly she put her face to the crack, peering in she could only see shadows. Feeling as if she wasn’t getting the best view, she sifted the papers into her left hand and with her right, pulled at the brass door handles and stepped inside.

There were massive rows of wooden benches stretching across the length of the courtroom. Two tables stood within the wooded gate in the large forum of the courtroom. The jury chairs lined in perfect order but the judge’s chair pulled back from the desk. The flags on both sides of the judge’s chair flowed softly in a silent unfelt breeze. She looked overhead to see if there were any ceiling air vents, there was none. Puzzled, she looked back at the judge’s desk. It was across the room and stood out because of its size.

She walked leisurely through the rows of benches until she was standing within the wooden gates where she had so often been with her supervisor Attorney MacLayen. Stepping up on the platform, she could see the items hidden from the publics view on the Judges desk. There were microphones, pens, pencils, notepads, a small built in security T.V. screen and the all-famous Gavel lay on its side.

Standing on the platform, Elena had an overall view of the courtroom. A spooky view it was. Nothing like it was during the busy times of court sessions.

The shadows from the dull sky shone through the windows giving the courtroom a dead silence that almost rang with a defining sound. Streams of dull light hit the walls and fell silently on the carpeted floors. The seats seemed almost alive with anxiety of the on coming jury trials that would soon take place here.

Suddenly, Elena’s eye caught a shadow that moved slowly from the jury room door. She stepped down from the platform, seemingly motionlessly, crossed the room following the silent shadow she had just seen. Listening for the sound of movement from the other side of the jury room door, she stopped and caught her breath.

Hello! she cried out Anybody there? there was no answer.

The shadows of the courtroom shifted into a dull darkened black stream of fallen dots, as the snow swirled outside the monstrous sized windows, fear seemed to swell inside her as she touched the jury door. Her soul raced with thoughts of panic. In her mind, to get into the jury room would be a place of safety, hoping that Sarah was the shadow she glimpsed there.

As she slowly pushed the door open, she said,

Hello! Sarah is that you? she asked in an almost begging tone, as if her plea would make it so.

She had a full view of the jury room. It held the same mystic air about it as the courtroom. The windows shone a very cold sheen, shading the walls with a dull grayish blue tint. The wooden table and chairs stood in the middle of the room with an overwhelming presence just as the table in the Judges chamber. The table that held the coffee pot was tucked away in the far corner, as if it were trying to be hidden from view.

No one was in the room. The door leading to the adjourning jury room was locked but the main entrance door was open wide. The air was still and cold and held a musty odor that came from the old unpolished wood.

The carpeted floors silenced Elena’s steps as she neared the jury room main door; her view was clear as she looked down the hallway towards the judge’s office. She had come full circle. The door closed and the glass window showed that the office lights were off. The closed sign turned on the door indicated the office would not be open until Monday morning.

Sarah had gone home. Now that she knew it wasn’t Sarah; her heart started to speed up again. She had already heard her leave. She remembered hearing Sarah’s footsteps heading for the elevator. She’d heard the elevator come, Sarah get on, the doors close and the silence that followed. How could she have forgotten?

She didn’t remember hearing any footsteps come up the stairway so, now she wondered… Who could be here with her?

This part of the courthouse was a silent dead end. There were no public traffickers here. No outsiders ventured to this part of the building, only those connected directly to the law businesses. However, the judge’s chambers had closed down due to the storm, so there wasn’t any official business being conducted now.

Elena looked down the hallway towards the elevator. There was no one was there. Back towards the courtroom door, the hall was still.

As the shadows filled the room, the unsettled feeling in Elena’s soul grew even more intense and she knew it was time for her to leave. She had to get back to the sheriff’s department where there were people.

The third floor catered only to the courtroom, jury rooms, restrooms, waiting rooms and the jury trial judge’s office. All of which seemed empty.

Suddenly, low toned voices came from the courtroom. She turned quickly, seeing nothing except the courtroom door slowly closing by itself. She inhaled, gathering enough courage to call out, but suddenly, she feared to let anyone know she was there. Instead, she held her hand over her mouth as to muffle any sounds that could have escaped from her. She feared who could be there with her. If someone was there, she’d be giving away her location.

Without warning the smell of musty air rushed past Elena. Her panic forced her against the wall causing her to drop the papers signed and stamped by Sarah. Her hand, searching for leverage, swiped across the blackboard, knocking it to the floor. The carpeted floor muffled the sound but the fragile corner wood framing cracked as it hit the wall.

Focusing on the door ahead of her, she scurried around the large woodened table that blocked her way, leaving the scattered papers on the floor.

The shadows on the walls became a blackened grey with the terrible shifting of the clouds.

In fear, Elena ran into the hallway. Feeling the sense of danger behind her, racing to reach the elevator door, she stumbled; her terror gripped her, forcing her to the floor. Her heart pounding, struggling to get to her feet, she grabbed at the air, searching for something solid to clamp onto. The horror of the unseen was terrifying. Looking over her shoulders, the eerie scene of the darkened doorways besieged her.

Coming from the now opened door of the courtroom, a dark warm stream of smoke swirled its way towards Elena as if it had it’s own thoughts, being guided by it’s own will. The thickening haze swarmed to encircle her, slowly gapping itself around her legs, moving up her body to the waste, bringing with it the smell of stale cigars and the unholy feeling of dread.

Clinging to the last hopes of escape, she pressed the button, but the mechanics of the elevator didn’t sound this time.

The shadows behind her grew longer and darker as she realized that the smoke was more than just a haze, it was a presence. With fear closing in around her, she knew she could not wait any longer for an elevator that wasn’t coming. She had to pass the courtroom to get to the stairwell.

With her heart pounding out of control, Elena could not think, the only thing she had left were her instincts. She turned and ran as quickly as she could. It seemed the more rapidly she ran, the longer the hallway became. Chased by fright, the sound of her shoes on the old wood floor began to fade as the voices she heard earlier came back. As the light of the hallway dimmed, the voices grew louder and the smoke around her began to thicken even supplementary. Shadows coming from the courtroom seemed to be stirring by themselves now.

The contemplation of passing the courtroom sent chills up her spine, paralyzed by the sight of shadows that were now taking form more easily. Knowing that she was alone in her dilemma, Elena ran past the courtroom doors not stopping to see what those shadows were. Even though it was still morning, she felt as if surrounded in isolated darkness.

Gasping for air, she finally reached the stairwell door. A feeling that she could not explain came over her, as the unsettling presence grew stronger. With sweaty palms, Elena pushed against the stairwell door, opening it. Her scarf slid from her neck, falling and landing at her feet. Suddenly Elena was face to face with her fears, as she stared at what was in front of her. The horror of her mind beleaguered her as she let out a soul-chilling scream...

MITOS

Her body lay on a leather sofa in the office of the Magistrate Judge. When she awakened, she saw a tall thin man with a soft moustache and a warm and friendly smile.

Hey there Miss Crammer, are you all right? How you feeling now? he asked.

Sarah sat up, rubbing the back of her head. She asked,

Hey, what’s going on? What happened? How did I get here?

It’s okay Miss Crammer, you had a spill upstairs. You passed clean out when you saw Wayne here. He said, motioning to the man standing beside him.

He must have scared you pretty bad.

Elena looked over and saw it was the man in the orange suit she had seen earlier from the window in Sarah’s office. Still looking puzzled, the man with the moustache began to explain.

You saw Wayne and boy did you let out ah god awful scream; scared poor Wayne here to death. You fainted and hit your head. Are you okay Miss Crammer? he asked, nodding toward her head.

You hit your head pretty hard. Wayne here tried to catch you but he just wasn’t quick enough. He picked you up and carried you here. How you feeling now miss? He asked again, showing genuine concern.

I’m okay. Elena said, sliding her feet to the floor.

My head hurts a little but I’m okay. Where am I? she asked, still dazed from the hit to the back of the head.

You’re in the Magistrate’s office. We brought you here because we wanted to lay you on something comfortable. This was the only place we could think of.

Why was you so scared Miss? he asked, looking confused.

I thought I heard noises in the courtroom, she answered, looking bewildered, staring up at the man beside him. Even with the blurred vision, she could see he had beautiful light brown eyes.

No need to get scared ma’am, it was just me and Wayne here closing up the building. You know, lockin’ stuff down, the courthouse closed down because of the storm.

But I smelled smoke and I saw strange shadows. she answered looking back to the man with the moustache.

Smelled smoke you say Miss? he asked.

Yeah, an awful smell. She said, still rubbing her head even though the pain had let up a little.

Well ma’am, it was me and my cigar. My wife, she don’t like the smell of my smoke either. Ah Miss; you ain’t gonna say nothing about my smoke are you? You know we ain’t suppose to be smoking in the building but wit everybody gone I didn’t think it’d be no harm. This time, he rubbed his head as he spoke.

No-no-no, I’m not going to say anything about the smoke, Elena reassured him.

Thank you for seeing about me. She said as she struggled to get to her feet. She was still a little wobbly.

Wayne stepped up to her, sturdily catching her arm. He braced her as she rose from the sofa, he held her as she steadied herself. Wayne’s grip was strong, powerful and imposing. Elena felt her soul stir at the touch and sight of him.

Thanks! she said, looking up into his soft brown eyes, And for carrying me here. She said, nodding down to the sofa, trying not to break her stare of him.

His height was domineering to her even though she was tall herself. She stood five-eleven, considerably tall for a woman.

Thank you both for watching over me. She spoke to the two of them but she did not break her stare from Wayne’s eyes.

He smiled a soft pleasing smile, looking down at her, returning her intriguing look.

You’re very welcome. he said, his voice deep, strong, authoritative. She had to struggle to pull her eyes away from his stare. Finally, Howard’s voice broke her from his gaze. She could not recollect what he had said.

Well I know Wayne’s name, but what’s your name again? she asked leaning toward the man with the moustache, extending her hand to him.

My name’s Howard, Howard Bob Taylor. he said, reaching for her hand to shake it.

Well very nice to meet you Mr. Howard Bob Taylor. said Elena, shaking his hand, realizing how soft his hand was to be a janitor.

I work over to the sheriff’s office in the Public Defender’s Office. she said.

Yes ma’am, I know, answered Howard. I seen you around, I knows who you are. I just ain’t never had the pleasure to meet yah face to face, at least not until now. he said pleasantly and politely.

Well it’s a pleasure to meet you too Mr. Taylor. Elena said, nodding to him politely.

Ah ma’am, you ain’t gotta call me Mister, Howard’s just fine, after all we friends now ain’t we? he asked her with a big grin.

Yes we are Howard, Elena said smiling, I’d better get back to work now.

Ah Miss, I picked these papers up from the jury room floor, I believe they are yours. Howard said, handing the paper’s to Elena. Her mind raced, the papers, she had forgotten. They have to be filed in the sheriff’s office today before five!

Oh yes they are, thank you Howard. I better go get this taken care of before it’s too late. She said to him, taking the papers from him, in a woman like gesture.

Do yah need help Miss, getting back cross the yard in the snow? asked Howard. Before Elena could answer, Wayne had already cut in.

No need to worry Howard, I got the lady. I’ll see her back across. I’m going that way. he said, without breaking his stare from Elena. It made her blush at his attention of her. Her heart jumped with excitement of the thought he would be keeping her company, even for such a short distance as this.

His mannerism was that of a gentleman. He held her arm until they reached the Sherriff’s building. His conversation was in general, not of personal nature at any time. They exchanged first names, but kept their conversation clean and simple.

He had a manly, sexual, arousing scent about him and it stirred Elena’s emotions. She prayed it would not show on her face. How could a man in an orange suit arouse her feelings like this? She had worked with inmates in one way or another for years. She had heard just about every lie they could conceive. They were always innocent of whatever crime or personal injury insult of which they were accused.

As she walked with him, she questioned in her mind, of what crime he could have been involved. She could ask Clara from Pardon and Parole but she knew she would question her concern. If his case had not crossed Elena’s desk yet, it never will.

No matter how she was feeling now, she knew she would never date a convict; she had enough trouble of her own. By the time they had reached the building, Elena chose not to entertain the idea anymore. She thanked Wayne for escorting her and bid him a very casual good-bye, giving him an upper class woman’s, brush off.

Chapter Two

It was well after three o’clock when Elena got home from the office. Although she had left early, it was almost impossible for her to get home. Little traffic traveled on the rural area roads. However, Elena was lucky; she followed the trails made by the school buses earlier that morning. The children had been home for hours. They were released from school almost as soon as school had begun. They were not as excited about the snowstorm as by the excitement it motivated among the other children in their schools.

Jay met her at the car, helping her with her handbag and briefcase. He was ten years old, a very polite child. Since the breakup of her and his father Sam, he began to attach him self to Elena. But even though they were close, he appeared to be holding something inside that was very private.

Since his father’s abandonment, he did not want to be called Sam Junior any longer, now it was Jay. That was his new name, Jay. He did not want to be reminded he was a junior. Knowing the embarrassment it bought him to carry Sam’s name, she allowed him to call himself Jay. He asked Elena about changing his name but she explained it wouldn’t be wise. She told him he had his father’s blood, there was no changing that. If he didn’t want to be like him, then he had to pay close attention to his thoughts and the teachings of the bible. He would grow to be a strong man with strong morals and strong character. If he respected himself, he’d respect everyone else and that would carry him a long way. She was patient with him and she spent more time with him because he was younger than Edda. She was determined to make a gentleman of him. So far she was doing a very good job.

He was very respectful, good natured and quiet. He was good with anything electronically connected, especially computers. He could take them apart, rebuild them, program them and retrieve information. He was very patient, persistent in completing every undertaking no matter how difficult. He would work it out the complications.

He was not interested in girls yet, instead he spent a considerable amount of his time tinkering with computers and playing video games in his spare time. He was persistent in keeping up on his school studies. He showed no interest in becoming part of the tough boy’s crowd in school. When he was not with his family, he kept to himself.

He loved his mom and his sister Edda. He was close to his sister Edda who was five years his senior. She was the more grown up one of the two and acted more like Elena’s twin rather than her daughter. She was named after Sam’s mother whom Elena had never met. She died while Sam was just a youngster. Elena had spent countless hours teaching her to cook, clean, handle household affairs and at the same time to be knowledgeable about the law. She worked part time with her at the Women of Abuse Legal Rights Center in Detroit and she worked some hours with her at the Public Defenders Office. Elena taught her about law, strengthening her knowledge of law statues of their states and Criminal law in general. She was energetic, high-spirited, and a bit demanding, something she inherited from Elena. She was a good girl, taking over the role as mama at alternate times, when she felt Elena needed the assistance. Elena didn’t object to the role reversal at times. It felt good to be pampered from time to time.

The three of them were extremely closed knitted and attentive to displaying love and kindness to one another. Too bad Sam didn’t stick around for the grand finale, the maturing of his two beautiful children.

Hi ma he said, reaching for the briefcase, I was worried about you. You didn’t answer your cell phone when I called. I called the office but I got the answering machine. He said, walking to the drivers side of the car, helping Elena out of the car.

I knew you were on your way home. I was worried about you driving in the snow because the roads aren’t clear like they are back at home. Jay said thoughtfully.

I know sweetie, she said pulling him close. She kissed the side of his head at his temple.

I was trying to stay on the road. I heard the ring but I couldn’t answer. Sorry if I scared you.

That’s okay ma’, I’m glad you’re home now. He said, giving her one of his boyish grins.

Me too, it’s been a long day, answered Elena, everything okay with you son?

Yes ma’am, I’m alright. he said as he waddled away, disappearing through the garage door.

Inside, Edda was coming down the hall.

Hey ma! You finally got home huh? You had us worried. she said, welcoming her with a kiss to her cheek.

Elena sighed and smiled that whispered, I love you too.

"Hi E’ said Elena, her given nickname by Elena. It always made Edda beam.

You okay ma? Edda asked, while getting a soda pop from the refrigerator.

I’m good honey.

I didn’t cook anything, I didn’t know what you wanted tonight. She said.

That’s okay E’, we could have sandwiches, if that’s okay. I don’t feel like cooking, doing dishes or any of that tonight, I just want to rest. said Elena.

That’s cool ma’, we can do sandwiches. said Edda.

Jay! Its sandwiches tonight better come get yours!

She said, yelling over her shoulder to Jay who had returned to his bedroom to play video games.

No maid service boy! She laughed with Elena.

The night passed quickly.

Thank God it’s Friday, Elena thought to herself, stepping into a warm bath filled with scented oils. She turned off the bathroom lights allowing a soft stream of light from her bedside lamp to shine through the door that was ajar.

She laid her head on the rolled towel behind her neck, thinking on the events of the day. What a long day it had been; a long confusing day but an exciting one as well. Her mind jumping, one thing to another, not holding individual thoughts very long, flowing like water, fading one into the other, without meaning. Drifting off, relaxing in the warmness and softness of the water, swirls of darkness slowly covering her, her last thoughts were of Wayne’s brown eyes.

Elena felt the tug of her arm as she cleared her head of sleep.

Ma, what you doing? asked Edda looking down at her with a smirk on her face.

You sleeping in the tub now? she laughed again.

Oh E’, you frightened me. I must have fallen asleep, Elena said,

The water’s cold. How long have I been in here? she asked.

I don’t know ma. I was playing the game with Jay but he conked out on me and went to bed. Man, he’s no fun! said Edda with a pout.

Want me to turn on the light? she asked Elena, pulling her robe from the hook on the back of the door.

No, I’m okay. The light from the lamp is good. What time is it? she asked climbing out the bathtub.

About 10:30 Edda answered, pushing Elena’s slippers in front of her.

10:30? Gosh, I’ve been in that water a long time. That’s why I’m so cold! She said, still a little dazed from having been awakened so abruptly.

If I didn’t come get you, you would have stayed there all night. Edda said laughingly to her mom.

Elena taking her robe from Edda’s hand said, Thanks honey.

Hey ma, wanna watch ah movie? Jay got Lords of the Secret Gate! It’s the movie you wanted to see where those people go to this city and there are three guys that are guarding this big gate. You know the one holding back those monsters that look like shadows?

Thinking of her own shadows from earlier that day, Edda’s words seemed to run on forever.

We’ll watch it another time baby, I’m tired tonight. Anyway I have a headache, she said rubbing the back of her head.

Ah ma, you can sleep late tomorrow. Just take some aspirins and put your feet up and watch the movie with me. Edda said.

No E’, not tonight, I’ll watch it with you before the week-end is over, I promise. Anyway, you said Jay is asleep. We’ll wait for him to watch it with us, Okay?

Okay mama. said Edda in a low disappointed voice.

Well, I’m going to bed if I can’t find anybody to watch T.V. with me. I’m sleepy anyway. Edda said pouting.

Good night ma. she said kissing Elena’s forehead.

Good night E’, I’ll see you in the morning, God willing.

Yes ma’am, God willing. she answered walking slowly down the hall to her bedroom.

Slipping between the sheets felt good to her tired body. Prissy found her way to her bed, lying close to her feet, listening to the sounds coming from down the hallway towards Edda’s room. Elena listened too as the noises quieted down for the night. The lights went out and a peaceful presence came over the house. She knew Edda was saying her nightly prayers.

Elena thought of Sam and wondered if he was thinking about her and the kids.

She reached across the nightstand and cut out the light of the lamp. The darkness covered her like an invisible blanket, wrapping itself around her, making her feel safe. As she felt herself drifting into the land of visions, she said in a low voice,

Thank you Lord for all the blessings of the day!…drifting into darkness…..

MITOS

A week passed leaving little traces of the snowstorm that crippled Cramdon County. It was Friday again; Elena was preparing to leave the office when the door opened. It was Wayne, smiling that boyish smile as he stepped into the office, quietly closing the door behind him.

He was tall… taller than she remembered. He stood six-three. He had a hint of dimples when he smiled that boyish sexy grin.

He was a good deal older than Elena, but he carried his age well. His wavy hair had a hint of gray at the temples. He wore his hair neatly pulled back into a ponytail. His complexion smoothed as if tanned, even though it was the dead of winter. His salt and pepper beard, framed his mouth was cut very low and well trimmed. His thick, dark lined eyebrows made the light brown color of his eyes stand out. They looked like jeweled marbles. Elena thought how distinguished he looked, even though he was a man in an orange jumpsuit, he was really quite handsome, in an understated kind of way.

She was never one to wear her emotions on her face. Her soul stirred again when she saw him.

Wayne was good at reading people, and Elena was no different to him from anyone else. Her expression was blank but he knew she was glad to see him.

Seemingly able to know what Elena was thinking about him, he paused before making any verbal communication. He watched her glancing at unimportant objects in the room, proving she was trying not to look directly at him.

Hello again, Elena. He said in a deep, soothing voice. Elena was nervous and she didn’t know why.

Hello, she said, how are you?

I’m good, and yourself. He asked.

I’m doing well. Elena said, walking back around her desk, escaping his closeness, fearing he would hear the throbbing of her heart.

Both were silent for a moment, she was trying to avoid his direct stare; he was trying to get it. This was awkward for both of them.

Wayne began again as he stepped closer to her desk,

How’s your head? he asked nodding toward her.

Oh. Elena rubbed the spot. Just the mere mention of it seemed to make it throb. He could see the sudden discomfort in her face.

Are you okay? he asked, lifting his hand to touch her. She backed away from him.

Uh, Yeah. I’m… fine. Elena suddenly remembering what she was doing.

Are you sure? I could go get you a aspirin from the jail or maybe a cool glass of water. he seemed genuinely concerned.

No, I’m okay, really I am Wayne. She answered, Did you want something? she asked as she gathered her papers, only glancing up at him now and then.

He liked the way she said his name, he wanted her to say it again. He contemplated of how his name would sound as she said it while he was holding her.

No!...I didn’t want anything… I just dropped in to say hello. I was delivering some mail to the office down the hall. I saw the light on so… He stopped speaking for an instant, staring at Elena, noticing she was trying to ignore him.

Well, I didn’t mean to bother you. I see you’re getting ready to leave for the week-end so I’ll get going. He said in a disappointed voice.

As he reached for the doorknob, Elena called out to him.

Um Wayne, Please….I’m sorry if I seemed short, I just…just… she searched for the words but before she could say anything more, he interrupted,

Listen Elena, don’t be sorry. You have things to do and I’m holding you up. I understand. I have all the time in the world. As I said, I just dropped in to say hello. I’ll talk to you later. Have a good weekend. He said looking back over his shoulders, as he disappeared through the door.

Elena was disappointed with herself. She had thought of him during the week and she was glad to see him. Why had she cut off his advances that she knew was to follow? Maybe it was best, convict’s were trouble.

She couldn’t dwell on that now. Instead, she had to get home to Jay who stayed home from school because of pains in his legs. He had inherited from Elena’s side of the family, a bone disease called Blount’s. His legs bowed so severely that at times it hurt him to walk. The cold was exceptionally hard on his condition, making it one of the reasons Elena had chosen the warmer state of South Carolina. The Blount’s disease had skipped her but found its way to Edda and more so, to Jay.

MITOS

News at the office Monday morning was one of the jail guards had died over the weekend. The guard had recently been transferred from the County Correctional Jail in Columbia. She didn’t know him as well as the other guards. What she did remember about him was he was a rude man, more of a bully than anything else. She knew nothing else except his death would be one that would hit the papers and the media with accusations of dishonesty and corruption.

In Elena’s line of work, she had familiarity with F.B.I. agents. Working knowledge between the Pardon and Parole and Sheriff’s Departments, each which worked in conjunction with the Public Defenders Office.

Some agents you would know immediately. They dressed in suits, dark glasses and very seldom spoke to anyone, like you’ve seen on television. Others however, the undercover agents, usually wore street clothes, depending on the stings; their personalities were more down to earth. They often held long meetings between the two offices. They informed the Public Defender if the stings included their clients. Elena’s job was to keep records of its outcome; it affected their defense in court cases. If the public defender’s clients were on parole, its outcome became that of the Pardon and Parole office.

Elena loved her job. She familiarized herself with Attorneys from every branch of the law; she also had the opportunity to get to know Judges and the men and women in all divisions of law enforcement.

MITOS

Wayne put his key in the door and stepped into the foyer. Hanging his jacket, he took his gun from his waist, double-checked the safety and put it on the table next to the sofa.

His first instinct was to grab a beer from the refrigerator. It was stocked with his brand, as he knew it would be. As he sat on the sofa, he clicked on the television and put his leg across the coffee table. Letting his head fall back, he rested it, listening to the sounds from outside more than the voices coming from the television set.

His mind focused on Elena. She’d brushed him off politely at the office, now that he was home, he should run by and check her out. But he thought against it, giving her a little time to think about him. He’d already approached her, now it was time to let her gather her feelings about him. He’d only spent a few moments with her, but he left a lasting impression, he knew he did, he knew she was interested. It would have been nice to get out and come home to someone as sweet as her but the time was coming. He’d have to play it right to get a lady like that. The thoughts of her kept his mind busy until he heard the key in the front door click.

So you’re done? she asked, throwing her keys to the table.

He didn’t say anything but sat up, putting his elbows on his knees.

What took you so long to get home? he asked, I’ve been here a while.

She ignored him for a minute, kicking out of her high-heeled shoes.

How was I supposed to know you’d be here? Think I have ESP? she said sarcastically.

He got up from the sofa and walked to the answering machine, it played back the message he’d left telling her he was coming over. He looked over to her, giving her a sarcastic momentary look.

I see you found the beer, She said, and making yourself at home as usual.

He didn’t like her smart ass attitude, but he wasn’t there to talk to her.

He had strolled back to the sofa and sat down again.

You haven’t said you were glad to see me yet. He said. He was aware there was something different going on with her.

He suggested she stop with the rude sarcastic bullshit. With his hands folded he waited for her to show her hand.

Jumping ahead of yourself, aren’t you son? she said, standing at the foyer entrance, sipping on a coke.

Her build was as close to the full figure as her job would permit. She wasn’t strikingly beautiful but she compensated in other ways. She was extremely intelligent, outspoken, and career oriented. She was a no nonsense girl and didn’t possess too much of a sense of humor. She was a brunette and had long silky straight hair that she always wore in a pony-tail or pinned up in a twisted French roll. She stood around five-ten, and her skin was pale white. She captured Wayne’s attention by her ability to stand toe to toe with her colleagues and not be intimidated in her position. That took unspeakable guts in her profession.

You telling me you’re not glad to see me? he asked, getting up, walking across the room to stand with her, she backed away.

You want another beer? she asked starting for the kitchen.

No! I don’t want another beer, you know what I want. He said, catching her arm before she could walk away from him.

What’s the problem here Betty? he asked looking down at her. She pulled away from him, walking to the coffee table; she put down her soda pop and faced him.

I’m sleeping with Robert. She announced proudly.

Robert Farrar? he asked. She nodded yes.

So? Why are you telling me that? I don’t care. He said walking to face her again.

I know it doesn’t mean anything to you Hemmerson, but…..

But what? asked Wayne, I know damn well you’re not brushing me off for bugle boy?

No Hemmerson, it’s not that I don’t want to be with you anymore, I just think you should be aware of Robert. She said, He is a part of my life now.

You got feelings for him? Wayne asked, staring her squarely.

Yes and no. she said, walking away from Wayne again, I like being with him.

So you’re warning me that you might call an end to us because you like being with him?

Don’t hassle me about this Hemmerson. I don’t need your approval. I’ll see whoever I want.

Well Bet, I don’t really care about Farrar. If you’re interested in him, it’s your call.

How long have you been seeing him?

Not long, just a few weeks. She smiled as she spoke of him.

Are you sleeping with him yet? Wayne asked, walking behind her.

Of course I am Hemmerson, that’s a ridiculous question. She said.

So what’s that got to do with me and you? I don’t care if you’re having an affair with Farrar. I just want to know if you and I are still on? he said, touching her arm, making her to turn and face him.

You know I’m not giving you up Wayne. She said, brushing past him again, I just wanted you to know about him. Some nights I might not be able to see you.

Look Betty, I’m just here because we’re good sex partners, no feelings attached, that’s the way we planned it. If you’re seeing Farrar, that’s cool with me. Unless you’re really trying to tell me you’d rather stop seeing me and you’re waiting for me to make the call.

No Wayne, I want to see you, I like what we have going. I just wanted all the cards on the table. She said, staring at him.

Okay, they’re on the table, now what? he said, standing with his hands by his side.

She pulled her gun from the waistline of her skirt and laid it on the table next to his,

Now….let’s get to what you came here for. She said, unzipping her skirt.

MITOS

The next few weeks came and went as the case of the guard died down from public view and the results from the investigation got swept under the rug. Elena had settled into her daily routine that was split between the kids, work and her new part time job at the Censers office. It was a stroke of luck when the position posted at the courthouse on the bulletin board. Elena applied, assuming someone more qualified would have gotten the job, but luck ruled out in her favor. After taking the aptitude test she was hired. Her function was to test future Censer takers. It was temporary, lasting only four months, until the government public inquiry season was over. It had only a limited time frame for which this branch of the government’s office was allowed to inquirer such personal information of the public. She worked three hours a day, five days a week, Monday through Friday. The location of the office was convenient; it was only two short blocks from the courthouse in the Cell Block location.

It was eight thirty when she locked the door at the Censer’s Office heading home from what had been an extremely long day. Elena walked to her car putting the key in the door; from behind, she heard her name.

Elena! the woman called out, Hold on!

Elena turned to see Clara from the Pardon and Parole office. They had become close friends since Elena’s employment with the Public Defender’s Office. They shared lunch breaks, coffee breaks and kept in touch after work. Clara was divorced and had two sons. One was a senior at Calb high and the other a freshman at Columbia University.

Hi! Elena called back, turning to greet her, surprised to see her in this area this late in the evening.

What you doing down here, girl? asked Clara in a giggly voice.

I’m just getting off work. Where are you going?

Girl, I just left Tim’s office. she answered like a teenage girl, giggling and covering her mouth.

Tim’s office? asked Elena, Tim who?

Elena! she said touching Elena’s arm, Tim Clayton.

What are you doing at Tim’s office? Elena asked surprised.

Girl, you know Tim’s been chasing me forever. Today I just decided to take him up on it. You know, let him catch me. she said playfully, examining her fingernails, avoiding Elena’s stare.

Please tell me you’re not seriously thinking about messing with Tim? said Elena, You know we can’t fool with the people we work with, it’s against the rules.

Damn the rules! Clara said, Well, don’t be so self-righteous Elena, she said with a pouting frown and crossing her arms.

Anyway, I hear you’re getting ready to get something started yourself.

What are you talking about Clara? Get what started?

Talk’s goin’ around the sheriff’s department that Hemmerson’s got a thing for you. Clara said in a smug tone.

Hemmerson? asked Elena Who is Hemmerson?

Wayne Hemmerson, Remember him? He’s out you know. Tim said he’s been gone for almost four weeks now. said Clara smiling as though she had a deep dark secret.

Elena thought to herself, she hadn’t seen him around since the day he visited her office. She thought he had gone out of his way to avoid her. Now to find out he had gone home and didn’t come by the office to say goodbye disturbed her even more.

Talk says he’s had it bad for you while he was there. said Clara, breaking Elena’s concentration.

What do you mean? Elena asked.

Tim said he never said nothing about you or even asked about you, but everyday when you got off work, he made it his business to be where he could see you leave. And every time mail had to come to the sheriffs building, he always asked for the job. Clara said proudly.

Well that’s his job, to bring the mail to the county buildings, answered Elena in a defensive tone.

No ma’am, Miss Crammer, she said, teasing her by using her sir name,

You can’t brush that away so easily. You know they don’t have to do nothing they don’t want to. Hell Elena, they’re in jail, what do they care if we get our mail or not? She said, shrugging her shoulders.

In excitement, she faced Elena, saying,

This man came over to the building everyday, and everyday he watched your door on his way coming in and going out. Hell, half the time I thought he was just going to take off running to your door and push it in, wanting to see you so bad. she said, pushing up against Elena’s arm, letting out a hardy laugh.

Elena blushed.

You never said anything to me about Wayne. That he was acting this way. And you never said you saw him in your office before he left. Elena said, facing Clara, angry and disappointed in a way that she hadn’t mentioned this before.

Saw him in my office? Clara asked in a questioning voice.

You know Wayne didn’t have to come to my office, he wasn’t no felon. He was there on trumped up back child support charges for grown kids. Please…. Wayne is too cool to be violent. She said, lighting her cigarette. She took a deep breath, blowing a long stream of white smoke, looking over to Elena watching her expression.

Who in their right mind would chase after a man for child support when the kids are already grown? Clara asked, bewildered over the ignorance and non-level of respect some women had for themselves.

If I’d struggled all those years to raise my kids, why wait until the struggle is over to go back and get even with the lame dude? Hell, I’d take pride in saying I raised them and he had nothing to do with it and I did a good job without him. Damn if I would chase behind somebody for a few pennies, hell, get over it. The dude will get his in the end anyway, so what the hell. She spoke frankly.

Clara’s mind switched from Clara’s argumentative statement to thinking about Wayne. He had a thing for Elena and the thought quickly bought her back to Clara’s conversation.

Anyway, Tim said Wayne watched the building all the time, waiting to get a glimpse of you and when he did, Tim said he’d smile like hell. It’s like he was thinking about something devious. Man girl, she said facing Elena, what did you do to the old boy?

I didn’t do anything to him. I only met him during the snowstorm. said Elena.

That might be the first time you spoke to him. But that’s not the first time you saw him. said Clara.

He was running errands between buildings now and then. You must have noticed him before. You just don’t remember.

Well tell me about Tim, Elena said, wanting to change the subject from Wayne, who was now heavy on her mind.

What’s going on with you and him? she asked.

He came up to my office just before I got off and asked me if I had Charlie Lawson’s file. Said he needed it to catch up some info for Chief Maguire. I said I’d get it to him after I closed the office.

She was getting excited talking about Officer Clayton. She threw her cigarette to the ground and twisted it with the toe of her high heel shoe.

When I got to his office he was on the telephone. When he got off the phone, we talked a while. Then one thing always leads to another, and…. and…

And what? asked Elena, Don’t tell me you…

No, no, no Elena, laughed Clara get your mind outta the gutter girl.

Will you just tell me what happened! demanded Elena.

We just kissed and hugged, he did ask me if we could see each other, you know, outside the job. she said, this time not so happy.

Clara! said Elena, you know you can’t do that, he’s a married man.

Wait, wait, wait Elena, before you say anything. I know he’s married but he’s getting a divorce. argued Clara.

"Clara, you can’t really believe he’s going to leave his wife? They