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from Calvary?”
    “No.
why?”
    “Are
you the executor of his will?”
    “I
think I am. Why?”
    I
shrugged. “When all else fails follow the money.”
    He
laughed “if I recall it all goes to the kids.”
    I
glanced at my watch. Nearly eight.
    “Are
you going to the courthouse?” I asked.
    “No,
that does not seem wise.” He said.
    “Keep
trying to see Miriam and when you do let me know how it goes.”
    “Will
do.”
    We
sat silently for a moment. My Pastor wanted to say more, but he could not find
words. I spoke slowly.
    “I
need to meet up with Dana before the courthouse opens. Can we pray for a moment
before I bolt?”
    Luke
smiled and opened his Bible, it was no surprise that he read; “The Lord is my
Shepard I shall not want.”

    You
have to understand, as a New Yorker I have a different prospective of
Hagerstown than someone who was born and bred here. To me it is a small town,
where to them it is a mid-size city. Sometimes those two conflicting ways of
looking at things are amusing, as in when my friends talk about Hagerstown
Traffic Jams or what does and does not constitute a “bad neighborhood.”   Sometimes those two views collide, as it did
that day at the courthouse, while it was not the media zoo that such a case
would be in the city, it was quite a sight for Hagerstown.   Three news vans were parked out front, one
from the local station WHAG, one from a Washington Affiliate of ABC and low and
behold one from FOX News. Big stuff.

    Inside
was a circus of a different kind.   As I
passed though the metal detector I was amazed to see nearly 40 people from Calvary
Baptist standing around with Dr. Longstreet. I saw young Josh Lexington right
in the middle of the pack.   Longstreet
spotted me and motioned me over, but I was saved from the rapid horde by
Christina appearing at my side.
    “Come
on, 5-0, I need you in the conference room.”
    I
was not pleased that the nickname was spreading, but I was thrilled to avoid a
tidal wave of people I use to consider friends.
    Chris
was better dressed than she had been last night but not by much, contacts had
replaced the taped glasses and the purple pants had given way to black. I was
in what Rita called my going-to-court-suit, a dark gray off the rack at
Wal-Mart suit with a pink shirt and matching tie.
    I
never wear anything to court that I want to keep or feel a sentimental value
for, the one exception is of course my wedding ring. One of the things that I
cannot shake since my arrest and incarceration is the completely irrational
feeling that every time I walk into a court room they are going to lead me out
in handcuffs.   It is irrational I know it
is, but, I cannot escape the feeling. And so this morning I had put on two pair
of sox and had only been talked out of an extra pair of underwear by Rita.
    Inside
the conference room Christina handed me two sheets of paper. “These are the
phone records for McKenzie Daniels and Joshua Lexington in the twenty fours
hours before they died.”
    “You
got these from the DA? That fast?”
    “Not
exactly” She said with a smile
    I
looked over the sheets she handed me.
    “Not
much here.”
    Christina
puffed her hair out of her eyes. “No. There are a lot of duplicates which may
be interesting.”
    “Coroner
report?”
    She
shook her head. “Not yet, just preliminary stuff, approximate time of death and
such.”
    “There
were no footprints outside the back door.” I stated.
    “You
went last night?”
    “Yep.”
    “Doesn’t
mean there wasn’t someone there.”
    “No
grass was kinda high, no mud or dirt, so someone may have been there.”
    Christina
puffed again then said with great weariness in her voice. “Those people out
there think that they are taking Ivy home.”
    I
nodded.
    “The
D.A. is coming in with Capital Murder. I will fight for bail but you and I both
know it’s not going to happen.”
    I
could only nod some more.
    She
glanced at her watch. “I need to go down and see her. Can you