cried. Pierce sounded so defeated, so broken.
“I’m going with you.” Henry slid into the car next to Pierce. “I’ll see you processed into jail and then head back to the office to work on your case. We’ll talk more about it in the car. Tammy, I’ve emailed you my notes. Will you please go fill Mr. and Mrs. Davies in on the situation.”
“Tammy, could you tell my family I’m sorry. Just, just take care of them for me, okay?” Pierce turned his head away from her and looked out the window as the door was closed before Tammy could respond.
“Without a doubt in my mind, Mr. Davies is guilty and I’ll be happily proving that after his arraignment.” Tammy turned and saw Detective Cowell standing in front of the news cameras with a sure and slightly cocky look on his face.
“We’ll see about that,” Tammy murmured under her breath as she made her way to the car. If there were anything she could do to prove that Pierce was innocent, then she’d do it.
Before Tammy stopped her car in front of the large white farmhouse, the door was flung open and Mrs. Davies hurried out onto the veranda and down the stairs. The entire population of the house was outside by the time Tammy opened the car door. She had never felt so many eyes on her at once.
“Tammy, how’s my boy? Marshall said I should stay here and let Henry handle the hospital and then I saw the news and they’re calling him a murderer! My baby, a murderer!” Mrs. Davies tried to stop the tears from streaming down her face.
The look in her eyes caused Tammy to take a big gulp. She had to tell them, all of them, that the evidence wasn’t in his favor and she wasn’t quite sure how to do that.
Mr. Davies walked down the steps and put his arm around his wife. “Come inside and tell us what you know and tell us what we can do. There has to be something we can do,” Mr. Davies pleaded. His normally tall, strong frame was bent and defeated. He suddenly looked older and with a gentle hand turned his wife toward the house.
Tammy walked up the stairs behind them and nodded as she passed what had to be the whole town. All of the Davieses’ friends were in the living room, and, of course, Miss Lily and John Wolfe jockeyed for the first pieces of information as to how Pierce was doing. Tammy gulped and Mrs. Davies took her hand and led her to the living room.
“Please, just tell us what’s going on. We’re all listening.” At Mrs. Davies’s soft tone, the room quieted and leaned toward Tammy.
“Well, he has a bruised rib and other bruises on his abdomen. His eye is swollen shut, but luckily the eye and eye socket aren't broken. The worst part is he has an injury to the back of his head that is causing memory loss.” The group gasped and whispers started.
“Memory loss?” Mr. Davies asked.
“That’s right. He doesn’t remember anything about what happened. He remembers the wedding, but nothing until the police busted into his house. Dr. Francis,” Tammy nodded her thanks to Deputy Noodle who was standing in the back of the room, “thinks there's a chance his memories will come back as the swelling goes down.”
“Oh Lordy,” Miss Lily Rose gasped as her hand toyed with the lace collar on her flower print dress. “I know Pierce couldn’t have done such a thing, but all this evidence against him! What are we to do?”
“DNA evidence will be back in around ten days. Until then, I don’t know. It’s so hard to even know where to start when he doesn’t remember. Henry is working on the case now. The arraignment will be Monday morning, and the prosecutor from Lexington will surely make a third-party motion asking Judge Cooper to move the case to Lexington given Kenna’s relationship with the Davies family. Then there’s the media. We need someone from the Davies family, or close to it, to be the spokesperson.”
Kenna cleared her throat and stepped forward. “I can’t help with the spokesperson part, but I can call the
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