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on his toes. „You idiot. You weren’t acquitted. You got a hung jury. That means they get another shot at you. That means Mayhew is watching you like a hawk. That means one wrong step and you’re back in jail.“
    Angelo pulled away, flattening his lapels with damp palms, his courage mostly bravado and booze. „I wouldn’t mind seeing Miss Mayhew again. She hid a really nice ass under that black suit.“ He raised a surly brow. „But I won’t be going back to jail.“
    Jacob clenched his fists at his sides. He’d hit Angelo here and now, but Elaine didn’t like him to raise his hand to their boy. Their „boy“ was twenty-one years old and headed for trouble, but Jacob held his temper. „And what makes you so sure, Angelo?“
    Angelo sneered. „Because you’ll always be there to bail me out.“
    Jacob watched his only son weave through the gyrating bodies and knew Angelo was right. He loved his son and he’d do anything to keep him safe.
     

Wednesday, February 18,
    10:00 p.m.
     
     
    „That’s it,“ Jack said after he’d read the last word of the letter.
    Kristen stared at it, glad it was in Jack’s steady hands, because hers were anything but. Knowing the others were waiting for her to say something, she tugged at the latex gloves that encased her sweaty palms and reached for the letter, willing her hands not to shake.
    „May I?“
    Jack handed it over with a shrug. „You’re the celebrity, Counselor.“
    She shot him a sharp look. „That’s not funny, Jack.“
    „I didn’t mean it to be,“ Jack replied. „What does he mean, blue stripes?“
    Her heart pounding against her rib cage, she scanned the page, hoping Jack had left something out. He hadn’t. She turned the page over and stared at the back, hoping there would be something to alert her to the writer’s identity. There was nothing. Just a plain piece of paper from a generic printer, just like thousands of printers in the city. No name, no mark, no nothing. Just three paragraphs of the most elegant, chilling words she’d ever read.
    „I take it you’ve never received a similar letter?“ Mia asked, gently pushing at Kristen’s wrist until the letter lay flat on the table where she could see it, too.
    Kristen shook her head. „No, not like this.“ She drummed her fingertips on the table. „Never like this.“ She lifted her eyes and found Abe Reagan’s blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity she found more disconcerting now than when he’d gripped her wrist in front of the elevator. „What?“ she asked, and he frowned.
    „Read it again,“ he said.
    „Fine.“ Kristen made herself utter the first line. „‘My dearest Kristen.’“
    „He knows you,“ Spinnelli murmured, sending a new set of chills down her spine.
    „Or thinks he does,“ Abe mused, then gestured with his hand. „Go on.“
    She splayed her gloved hands flat on the tabletop on either side of the simply printed page to keep her fingers from drumming. „‘My dearest Kristen, There comes a time in a man’s life when he must take a stand for his beliefs and acknowledge a law higher than the law of man. This is that time. For too long have I watched the innocent suffer and the guilty go free. I can watch no longer. I know you of all people can appreciate this. For years you have worked to avenge the innocent, to make the guilty pay for their crimes. But even you cannot win them all. Anthony Ramey preyed on innocent women, battered their bodies, stole their confidence and their trust, and though they bravely confronted their attacker in your courtroom, they found no justice. Today they have their justice, as do you. Tonight you can sleep well, knowing Anthony Ramey has met his final judge.’“ She drew a deep breath. „It’s signed ‘Your Humble Servant.’“ Her fingers drummed, just once and she splayed her hands flat again. „Then there’s the P.S.“ She opened her mouth, but no more words came out.
    Perplexed, Mia read the last line for her.