Two days later . . . Cameron had called Catherineโs office yesterday and asked her to meet him for lunch at the Four Seasons. The maรฎtre d escorted Catherine to Cameronโs table. Cameron stood as they approached. He was wearing a charcoal suit with a silk light blue tie and a white shirt. โGood afternoon, Catherine.โ โCameron,โ she said with a nod. The maรฎtre d pulled a chair out for her. It was across from Cameron. โI waited to order,โ he said and sat back down. โDo you know what you want to drink, miss?โ the maรฎtre d asked. โClub soda.โ The maรฎtre d nodded and left them. Catherine opened the menu that was already on the table. โThe steak here is fantastic,โ Cameron said as he opened his menu. โIโm sure it is, but I think Iโll get some sort of salad,โ she said as she looked at the list of specialty salads. โDo you have
The prosecution rested and court had been adjourned for the day. Catherine had returned to her office. Court was going to reconvene on Tuesday and all she had was about eight character witnesses and that was it. Nothing concrete to prove Cameronโs innocence. โThe burden of proof is on the state,โ her old law professor had said when she was in school. In reality, the real burden was on the defense to supply doubts as to why the defendant was not guilty. In the real world, people believed the worse than expecting and acknowledging the best. Catherine sighed heavily. What am I going to do? I canโt let him down. Heโs innocent. I know he is. Catherineโs cell rang. The caller ID said it was Ava Bartholomew. โHello, Ava. Itโs not a good time. Can I call you tomorrow? We can have lunch.โ โUm, Catherine this is . . . important. Remember when I first came to your condo, and you said you had thought I had first c
Matt had let Catherine into the mansion. He left her to walk to the study alone. The double doors were closed. Catherine knocked. โWho is it?โ the slurred rough voice asked. She pushed one of the doors open. โAh, Catherine,โ Cameron slurred. โNice of you to stop by. Sorry about the mess.โ And what a mess it was. Almost all the books had been pulled off the shelves. What looked like papers, pictures, and books were in the fireplace. The items that had been on Cameronโs desk were in the floor. The only spot in the room that seemed somewhat orderly was the minibar. I never should have told him who it was. Cameron drunkenly tilted his head at her like he was trying to read her mind. โWell, at least I didnโt . . . do all this to Derek Dawsonโs face.โ โTrue,โ she mumbled as she stepped into the room. Cameronโs usually neatly combed dark hair was disheveled. His white shir
Normally, Catherine wouldnโt work on a Saturday unless she was under the gun. Well, she was under the gun.Catherine had spent three hours with her co-chair, Phillip, at the office going over Cameronโs defense with a fine-tooth comb. They were more than ready to present their case on Tuesday. Yesterday, Catherine had a subpoena issued for Derek Dawson to appear in court. She had a feeling he wouldnโt come if she had just asked him. Since he was subpoenaed, he would have no choice but to show up for court. If not, a warrant would be issued for his arrest. Then she met her sisters, Caitlin and Constance, for lunch at the country club. Then she met Ava at the hair salon. Catherine had Regine take the extensions out. She didnโt want to take a chance of her appearance swaying the jury to not take her seriously when she questioned Ava on the stand. โHoney, your hair has grown out a bit. Not long like the extensions, but . . .โ Regina trailed off.
Catherine looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the hall bathroom. Her bedroom bathroom didnโt have a mirror as big. She took a deep breath. She had curled her hair and brushed it out, giving it a soft and bouncing effect. She liked it a lot. The dress was daring for her, but she felt oddly sexy in it. Luckily, she had shoes that matched it. Thigh highs were sheer, making her legs shine a little. She wore a diamond necklace and earring set her father had gifted her last Christmas. The four carat studs sparkled on her lobes. The necklace had the same size diamonds set in white gold all the way around her neck. Other than my engagement ring, Bruce had never bought me jewelry. Looks like the only real sweetheart I have is Father. She had put her make-up on the way the make-up artist had done it. She walked out the bathroom and to the living room. When a Marc Kauffman delivery man had come to her door she was stunned. She already ha
Catherine and Cameron ended up going to the Club Room without Ezekiel and Ava. They nursed Cristal champagne, petrossian royal Siberian Baika caviar with smoked salmon, crรจme fraiche dip, and house made chips. โHey, man, do you mind if Ava and I dip out? We were flirting during half the opera when the lights were off. We . . . really need to be alone. We can take a cab to her place. You and Catherine can keep the limo,โ Ezekiel had said. โDid you have a good time?โ Cameron asked. โOh, I did. It has been ages since Iโve been to the opera. I didnโt know you liked the opera.โ โFrom time to time. It depends on what it is. I saw Phantom of the Opera three times.โ โOh, I have, too. I love that one.โ Kelly had hated the opera. She found it boring. It was nice to spend time with a woman who not only loved the opera but had a real appreciation for what the music was conveying. โWhat else do you like
Cameron was in the dining room at his mansion. He was waiting for Don and Matt to bring breakfast out. Cameron knew how to cook a little bit, but he hadnโt been able to go into the kitchen since the night he found Kellyโs bloody body in the floor. All of a sudden, he heard someone whistling and it wasnโt coming from the kitchen. Ezekiel emerged from the hallway with his suit jacket over his shoulder. His bow tie was gone and the first two buttons were open on his shirt. โGood morning, cuz.โ โMorning,โ Cameron said as he watched him put his jacket over a chair and sit. โI take it you had a pleasurable evening last night. Youโre still in your tux.โ โIt was most pleasurable.โ โHow much pleasure are we talking about here?โ Ezekiel chuckled. โA gentleman never tells.โ Cameron smiled at him. โAnd do you โ as a gentleman have nothing to tell as well?โ โI wish but no.โ
This past Saturday opening night of Dialogues of the Carmelites at The Metropolitan Opera House was a packed house. B-list celebrities like Kristen Stewart, Karl Urban, Jenna Fischer, and Anthony Mackie were in attendance along with the crรจme de la crรจme of New York society like the Michelsons and Dandridges. This also includes Ava Bartholomew, Cameron Townsend, his cousin Ezekiel Townsend, and Catherine Van Dyke, who looked absolutely smashing that evening. It appears the jilted bride is trying to move on. Unfortunately, she canโt move far enough because the Hudsons were in attendance as well. According to sources, it didnโt appear that Catherine ran into any of the Hudsons that night. But eventually Catherine will come face to face with her ex-fiancรฉ sooner or later - if it hasnโt already happened without this reporterโs knowledge. Bruce Hudson wore a light brown suit with a white shirt and a dark yellow tie. He stood in Catherineโs of
Christmas Eve It had been eight weeks since the shooting. Cameronโs physical therapy was going well. He had been out of the wheelchair for a week and was now walking with a cane. This year, the Van Dykes were hosting a Christmas Party at their estate. The crรจme de la crรจme of New Yorkโs elite were in attendance.Almost everyone patted Cameron on the back saying how glad they were to see him out and about. Catherine had asked her mother to invite Angela King and Terrance. And they did come. They had a hard time mingling at first, but Mr. Townsend intervened, walking them around, making introductions. After that, they relaxed and began chit chatting with a few people. Ava had also been invited. She was chatting with various people in the room. She hadnโt come with a date even though Catherine had said she could bring one. Catherine was speaking to a potential client when Cameron whisked her away. There was a time
Catherine, Matt, and Aunt Lea Ann had left to get dinner. Cameron had just had dinner. For hospital food it wasnโt bad. He heard someone enter the room. Don and Ezekiel came around the corner. Well, shit. โHey, cuz,โ Ezekiel greeted. โWe heard about what happened. Weโve been in touch with Aunt Lea Ann. Sheโs been keeping us abreast with your progress.โ โYeah. It was really touch and go there from what we understand,โ Don said. โThatโ s what Iโve been told,โ Cameron said as he stared at them. He didnโt know what to think about them being here. Ezekiel he could forgive. He had been between a rock and a hard. But Don? โIโm sure youโre still pissed. I would be if I were you,โ Don said. โBut at the same time, I didnโt want you to think I โ or rather we didnโt care about what happened to you.โ โI appreciate it,โ Cameron said. โI really do.โ Ezekiel nodded. โNow that we k
Two days later . . . Cameron had been moved out of ICU to PCU, meaning there was no longer a visiting restriction. Catherine showed up at the hospital as soon as Mr. Townsend had called and told her. She rushed into room 309. There he was sitting up in bed watching television in a hospital gown. โCatherine,โ he said with a big smile. She practically ran to him. She plopped on the bed and they immediately embraced. โOh, my darling, Catherine. You are a sight for sore eyes,โ he said over her shoulder. Catherine pulled back. Their mouths met. They lapped at each otherโs lips like they were star-crossed lovers who hadnโt seen each other in six months They were both breathless by the time they were done. โOh, Cameron, I was so . . . frightened I wouldnโt . . . oh, darling.โ She kissed him again. โMmm,โ Cameron groaned as he pulled out of the kiss.
The next day . . .Catherine was at Mercy Hospital again with the Townsends. Matt was reading something on his phone as Mrs. Rushings was knitting what looked like a scarf.Catherine exhaled heavily. Cameron was still in ICU in a coma. Even though he wouldnโt know she was there or not, she wished she could see him. Then again, Mrs. Rushings and Matt probably felt the same way.โIโm going to the bathroom,โ Matt announced as he stood.โAll right,โ his mother said.He walked away.She placed her knitting in her lap and looked at Catherine. โIโve been in touch with Ezekiel and Don. Theyโre still in New York.โโOh?โโWell, Don flew back to D.C. for a few days to check on the restaurant. When he heard, from Ezekiel that Cam had been shot he flew back and got a hotel room at the Marriot where Ezekiel is.โโI see.โโIโve been keeping them up to date with what has been going on. They are afraid to come to the hospital because they donโt know who Harry will react to them being here.โโI can und
It was after ten a.m. Sunday morning when Catherine returned to Mercy Hospital wearing a dark yellow pants suit. Lea Ann and Matt where in the ICU waiting room. It appeared they had gone home to freshen up and change clothes.โHi. How is he?โ Catherine asked as she approached.โStill in the coma,โ Lea Ann answered. โHarry is in with him now. They let him visit every half hour. He should be out in a minute.โAnd like clockwork, Mr. Townsend emerged. He was still in the closes he was wearing last night.โAny change?โ Matt asked.โNo. Heโs just lying there with an oxygen mask . . . machines beeping and what not,โ Mr. Townsend said.Catherine exhaled.โWe just have to be patient,โ Mrs. Rushings said as she placed her hand on Catherineโs shoulder. โHeโll come out of it.โโBefore I came here, I got a call from Ben Quinn, the ADA who is prosecuting Cameronโs case. Apparently, Mrs. Townsend has gotten a lawyer and Judge Gehrig is willing to hold court today โ for her bail hearing and to consi
Mercy Hospital Emergency Room Cameron had been rushed by ambulance to the hospital. Unfortunately, Catherine and the Townsends couldnโt follow immediately. The cops had split them up in separate rooms to ask them questions as to what happened. Catherine knew it was procedure but it didnโt make the situation less stressful or better. Cops and forensics were all over the mansion. The cops arrested Martha Townsend within an hour of them arriving. After what seemed to be two hours, the police had let Catherine and the rest go to the hospital to check on Cameron. Mr. Townsend rushed to the emergency room desk. โMy son, Cameron Townsend, was brought in here a little over two hours ago. Where is he?โ โIโll check, sir,โ the clerk said and started typing. Dear god let him be all right. Cameron got shot saving her. โIt says here he is in surgery,โ the clerk said. โWhat kind of
Martha Townsend stood at the window looking out at the rain as Lea Ann finished her part of the story. Once she finished, you could hear a pin drop in the living room. โI . . . I didnโt mean to kill the little bitch,โ Mrs. Townsend bit out bitterly. โI had only planned to scare her with it. But when she brushed me off like I was some pathetic creature that was beneath her . . . I snapped. How dare that trailer park trash gidget look down her nose at me.โ Mrs. Townsend whirled around to look at them. โI got so angry that I . . .โ โWe got the picture, Aunt Martha,โ Matt mumbled. He was still reeling. He had been in the dark about all of it. โI truly did not believe the baby was Cameronโs at the time,โ Martha said sorrowfully. โI really thought it belonged to another man.โ โWhat I couldnโt figure out on my way here was why did you decided to kill Joey Evers?โ Catherine asked. โWho!โ Mr. Townsend shouted with shock.
Three months ago . . . โWould you like some tea, Martha?โ Kelly asked as she glided into the kitchen of her home. โHow about herbal tea? You seem agitated.โ โIf you were out of our lives for good, I wouldnโt be so agitated,โ Martha said. Kelly whirled around. โNow, Martha, is that anyway to speak to your daughter-in-law . . . and the mother of your future grandchild?โ โOh, please, we both know there is only a fifty - hell, maybe even a twenty-five percent chance Cameron is the babyโs father.โ โThere you go with those wild accusations again,โ Kelly said in a shame on you tone. โAll because you saw me talk to one man coming off an elevator. โYou were flirting your butt of with him. But I didnโt need to see that to know youโre cheating on my son. So, letโs cut the bull. What will it take for you to leave Cameron - to leave the family?โ โLeave?โ โYes. Iโm prepared and able to write
Catherine was awakened by her cell vibrating on the nightstand. She had put it on vibrate before her and Cameron dosed off. It was Frankie. He was working on two other cases for her. She quickly picked up her phone and dashed into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her. โHello?โ she whispered loudly. โHey, lady lawyer,โ Frankie greeted. โDid I catch you at a bad time?โ โUm, kind of,โ she whispered. โIโm sorry to disturb, but this might be important. Can we meet in forty-five minutes? Iโm at an Italian joint called Robertoโs.โ โUm, sure. I know that place. Itโs not far from me.โ โGreat, see you in forty-five.โ He hung up. Careful not to wake, Cameron she tip-toed around the bedroom getting dressed. She pulled on a pink pair of sweats and a light white long sleeve top. They were her jogging clothes. She grabbed her phone and turned to leave the bedroom. She looked back at Ca