Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rannigan's Redemption: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Chapter 62: A New AcquaintanceFollowing the LeRoi verdict, Maggie picked up a handful of new cases, mostly involving non-violent crimes. Rance relented, passing the LeRoi appeal to someone else, a fact for which Maggie was grateful. She'd hated having to deal with Jean-Luc again, and she'd hated going up against Michael.Occasionally her work took her to various police precincts to search files or interview arresting officers regarding her cases. On one afternoon, she paid a visit to the 19th precinct. A personal assistant to a clinical psychologist had embezzled funds to the tune of $100,000 over the course of about four years. Maggie had a meeting with the detectives who'd cracked the case."So, Detective Sanchez," she said, perusing the file he'd handed her, "you have receipts that prove Diane Jacobs was using her boss's identity to make these purchases?""Yeah, the receipts are included in the box. All the paperwork's in there. Lucky for us, Jacobs was meticulous with her a

Chapter 64: The Legal Expert"Okay, Michael," the producer said into Michael's earpiece as the production assistant clipped the box to the back of his belt. "You're wired for sound. We're coming to you in thirty seconds."Michael glanced beyond the cameras to where Alexis stood watching him. She winked at him and he gave his signature grin. No way would he let on that for the first time in a long time he felt nervous. What if I fuck this up? he wondered. There was no going back to Murphy, Rannigan. Michael blinked hard. There was no Murphy, Rannigan. Not anymore."Ten seconds, Michael," he heard in his earpiece.He looked across the desk to the anchor, a pretty brunette with eyes that sparkled with intelligence. The floor director counted down the last five seconds and pointed to her. "Now we turn to the murder trial of Ronny Wayne Smith, the postal worker accused of gunning down five of his former co-workers after he was laid off. Joining us is our new legal analyst, Mich

Chapter 66: EngagedMaggie stared at the engagement ring on her hand. Since that night three months earlier when Mike had ambushed her in front of his friends and family, she'd been in a fog. There were times when she was sure she was doing the right thing. Mike was a good man and a hard worker, plus he was crazy about her. There were other times when doubt consumed her. Could she really stand beside him and promise him forever?She considered the changes around her apartment since Mike had moved in. He wasn't exactly particular about where his clothes landed when he took them off after work. Maggie was forever picking up dirty socks and undershirts, tossing them into the hamper while Mike stalked into the kitchen to grab a beer. Their sex life hadn't improved at all. If anything, it had declined, as though now that Maggie had accepted his proposal, Mike didn't seem to feel the need to try to impress her anymore.The usual peaceful atmosphere of the apartment building was dis

Chapter 68: When You Need Your Best FriendMaggie called Casey from the train. "I'm on my way. I hope you don't mind, I just needed to get away," she said quietly."Don't worry about a thing," Casey told her. "John can stay with the kids, I'll pick you up."On the drive from the train station, Casey watched Maggie out of the corner of her eye. Maggie stared straight ahead and said little. Casey noticed that she didn't have any bags other than her purse. She also noticed that the engagement ring was missing. When they arrived at Casey and John's, Casey offered her dinner or something to drink. Maggie shook her head. "I'm so tired," she said. "I just want to go to sleep."Casey hugged Maggie tightly. "Well, the guest room is all yours. Sweetie, I don't know what's going on, and you don't have to talk about it until you're ready. But you know I love you, and we're here for you, both John and I."Maggie wiped a tear from her cheek. "Thanks," she choked. In the guest room, M

Chapter 70: New BeginningThe fabled Manhattan skyline began to grow on the horizon. Bobby Beaulieu had to admit to himself that he'd be glad to finally be finished with the long drive. The network had obviously offered to fly him up and to have his belongings professionally moved, but he'd opted to drive his black Range Rover the nearly 1,600 miles from Dallas. He'd told them he wanted to have his truck with him in the city and to bring with him the few possessions he cared to move, but he knew the real reason was a little different. Life was changing drastically, and he hoped the solitude of the drive would help him wrap his head around the events of the last year.At the end of the previous season, Bobby had made the difficult decision to retire from the only job he'd ever had, pitching for the Texas Rangers. At thirty-seven, he was young to retire, but a lifetime of throwing injuries had caught up with him. His recovery from the last surgery on his elbow had been slow, and ba