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Authors: Olivia Hardin

Justice for All

 

 

 

Copyright © 2015 by Olivia Hardin

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To the “law ladies” who taught me the ropes and fostered my fascination and appreciation for the judicial system:   Barbara, Cindy, Ann Marie and Misty.

 

Kay Rawley kicked one heel and then the other into the backseat of her car, each one striking the far door with a thud before toppling to the floorboard. Her teeth clamped down to hold onto the leather strap of her briefcase while she slid her feet into a pair of flats. When she slammed the door and began to rush towards the courthouse, her body was yanked back, almost sending her falling onto her face when the shoulder strap of her briefcase stuck in the car door.

“Damn it! Why me?”

Once free, she took off at a sprint. A little old man was coming out of the door, and although she wanted to shoo him out of the way, she instead held back and waited for him. He barely got past her before she bolted through and down the hallway towards Judge Clements’ courtroom.

“… so do you remember what type of case that was, when you served on that jury?”

A few eyes turned to her as she made her way to the defendant’s table, but for the most part Kay was able to slip in unnoticed. Leona Burkead side-eyed her as she handed her a stack of papers, “Glad you could join us, Miss Rawley.”

Kay’s head began to throb in the spot just between her eyes, but without any outward reaction to the attorney’s words, she grabbed her pen and focused on the black woman sitting in the jury box.

“Well, as it was told to us, there was a drug deal gone bad. The supposed drug dealer stole a car, or that’s what we were told. But he said the car was payment for some drugs.” The potential juror presented herself well in a clean-cut suit of burgundy. Her eyes were direct and focused.

“Oh, so that was a criminal case, based on your description. It was your job to decide guilt or innocence?” the prosecuting attorney, Raymond Lyons asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“So when you were involved in that trial, you probably heard a lot about the term ‘reasonable doubt.’ In civil trials, you’ll very often see attorneys with their arms like this.” Lyons held both hands out on either side of him level. As he spoke, he tipped his body left and then right. “Like a scale of justice. And so, sometimes they’ll say if you tip the scale just a little bit this way or another, then the case has been proven. But that’s not the same in a criminal trial. In a criminal trial, you’re instructed that you must find ‘reasonable doubt. Do all of you know what that means?”

The twelve potential jurors, four woman and eight men, all paused a moment to consider the question. No one spoke, but they all nodded in understanding. Kay’s eyes were drawn to one of the women in particular, sitting in the number seven seat with a peculiar glint in her eyes. Kay looked down to find her name. Nancy. Nancy Taylor knew precisely what the defense attorney was asking, and for some reason she didn’t like it one bit.

Kay scribbled the word ‘
condescended’
beside Nancy’s name and raised her eyes again. Voir dire continued, and the prosecutor managed only to strike one juror during his time. When it was Leona’s turn, Kay handed her some notes and waited to be sure she understood them. She nodded, and Kay returned the gesture.

Leona was known for short and to the point questioning. She didn’t believe in getting mired down in details that would confuse or misdirect jurors. She went through her list, being careful not to appear patronizing towards juror number seven, Nancy Taylor. If Nancy had a sour taste about the prosecution, that could work to the advantage of the defense. After a few minutes of questions, Leona came back to the table and put the list in front of Kay.

“Are we good with number seven?” she asked low.

“I still think twelve is a problem.”

She turned back, stood upright and approached the jury box. “Mr. Benedict, we talked about your perception of law enforcement earlier,” she began, speaking to juror number six, seated just behind juror number twelve on the row above. “You recalled the time you called them when your car was broken into, is that correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So at that time, they caught the person responsible, and you were pretty pleased with their work on that case. But do you think that it gave you any perception that just because a person is arrested, he or she must be guilt of something, even if it isn’t that particular crime?”

Bennett responded verbally, but juror twelve, a woman by the name of Christie Guerra, twisted in her seat.

“What about any of you on the jury? Do you feel a person must be guilty of something just because he or she was arrested, even if it isn’t the underlying charge? Mrs. Guerra?”

Mrs. Guerra was an older Hispanic woman with high cheekbones and the sort of wrinkles that indicated she was used to smiling and laughing. Now, however, she was frowning. She was frowning so hard that her wrinkles were rolling into each other on her forehead.

“I am sorry, ma’am, but I think I cannot do this. I think I cannot dispel the thought that the person might be guilty of something.”

Kay managed not to smile, just marked a note on her yellow pad while an alternate juror took Mrs. Guerra’s place. Before long, Judge Clements announced a break for lunch. When Leona approached the table and stood stone still while the courtroom emptied, Kay felt an uneasy sensation crawl up her spine. After she’d put all of her things back into her bag, she raised her eyes to the senior attorney.

“You have a habit of that, Kay. You might make a second-rate attorney one day if you’d just buy a damned watch.”

Cheeks flaming, Kay dropped her gaze a moment and inhaled a long deep breath. “I’m sorry, Leona. I don’t know what I can say.”

She might’ve said that a power outage the night before had knocked out her alarm clock and she’d slept late. She might’ve explained that the accident on I-35 from Dallas to Waxahachie had put her behind another twenty minutes. She could even have told her about the doddering old man at the front door of the Ellis County Courthouse.

The truth was, none of that mattered because Kay Rawley was forever known as “a day late and a dollar short.” The reputation had been practically branded on her forehead the first day of law school, when she’d been locked out of her very first class. In truth, she was very rarely late, and she was
never
a dollar short. She was in fact the daughter of an earl, but no one here in Texas knew that. And Kay planned to keep it that way.

“Ahem…”

Both women turned simultaneously in the direction of the male voice. The courtroom was completely empty except for the two of them and one man sitting on the last row of the spectator’s gallery. He had a leg crossed over his knee. One hand was resting atop that knee, the thumb tapping in impatient sort of way. His expression was stoic with just a touch of curiosity in his slate colored eyes.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Audrick Van Buren dropped his foot to stand and slipped one hand into his pocket. Kay did her best not to admire him too closely. Even though he’d clearly shaved that morning, the hint of a shadow still darkened his jaw. On days in between court, he tended to let the short stubble grow just a bit, and she always thought it made him look a little like a pirate.

“You weren’t interrupting,” Leona noted, huffing a bit in exasperation as she loaded her things into her briefcase. “I didn’t know you were in Ellis County this morning. Care to take me to lunch?”

Kay knew good and well when she was being dismissed. She ducked her head and backed away from the table a few steps. “I’ll be back at one.”

Leona didn’t even look at her as she walked past Kay towards Van Buren. “Don’t bother, Kay. I appreciate your help with voir dire, but I’m sure the firm has other projects for you.”

Chewing her tongue to keep from making a smart comment, Kay nodded even though the other woman couldn’t see it. She had been with Tippett, Rollings, Van Buren and Gates for almost a year now, interning for low wages as she finished her final year of law school. It was her not-so-humble opinion that she didn’t get nearly enough time in the courtroom, so it stung that Leona was sending her away without even allowing her to take part in the trial.

Still, she rolled back her shoulders and stood perfectly still, waiting for the two attorneys to exit the courtroom so that she could slip out and get a nice tall latte as she nursed her bruised ego. She was focusing so hard on appearing indifferent that she almost missed the fact that Van Buren was staring straight at her.

“Actually, I need to speak with Miss Rawley a moment. But if you can wait about five minutes, we could grab a bite before my next hearing.”

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