The Amulet of Isis: Chapter I
I
"This is a load of horse crap!"
"I am doing all that I can Mr. O'Connell. The evidence is circumstantial, but when put together it makes one hell of a case against your wife."
Richard O'Connell was mad. No he was more than mad...it was a state his brother in law would have referred to as 'cheesed'. If anyone had ever been cheesed in his life, Richard O'Connell was that man at this moment. "Well you're the one who came to US lady, so you need to tell me why I should hire you as my wife's lawyer instead of...hmmm....I don't know A MAN? Or at least someone I know from Adam...or Eve as the case may be." Just saying the name 'Eve' reminded him of Evelyn sitting in a cell on Earls Court Road. He spat a frustrated curse into the phone pushing his hair out of his face with his free hand
.
"Just listen to me, Mr. O'Connell..." the feminine voice on the other end had a slight edge to it now. "I myself am somewhat of an expert in Egyptian artifact, despite the fact that I went all the way in law. I know where your wife is coming from and I can attest to her character. I know she isn't guilty and I KNOW I can prove it more efficiently than any of those names you're holding in your hand."
Rick looked at the list in his hand. Jonathan had scrawled out about seven 'lawyer friends' on a napkin not more than an hour ago when they received the phone call about Evelyn. This woman was indeed perceptive if she guessed this fact and hadn't even met them yet. He sighed. Once she found out they were on the same wavelength about Egypt, Evelyn would insist that the voice on the other side of the line represent her. "Look lady, I've just posted bond for my wife and I need to talk it over, but you'll be hearing from us." He borrowed a pencil from the police front desk where he was hunched over the phone. Scribbling her return number down on the long list of lawyers, he put the receiver back on the cradle and slunk down into the uncomfortable brown fabric and metal chair.
Moments later Evelyn was brought out by a stoic looking officer, detective by his dress, Rick thought. He was commenting to her that usually murder suspects were not let out on bail, but the judge apparently had issues with the arrest warrant and had allowed Evelyn to return home pending trial. The O'Connells were grateful for that. Evie spending the night or even longer in jail was an unplesant prospect. The little time she HAD been there left an uncomfortable catch in Rick's throat.
"Yeah the judge let her out because she didn't ~DO anything," Rick said sarcastically approaching them
.
A calmer more diplomatic Evelyn laid a hand on his shoulder, "And the truth shall come to light, Rick. Lets just be grateful I don't have to stay here and can actively prove my innocence." The words sounded foreign and hollow coming from her mouth, but the last few hours had been nothing BUT that and confusing to boot. She nodded to the young detective at her side. It was the same one who had been with Detective Sweeney as the handcuffs were placed on her wrists. Carrying her purse, the only thing Evelyn had brought with her, he looked a lot less menacing. The young man held the door for Evelyn and Rick and followed them to Rick's car. The sun glinted off of the powder blue doorplates.
"I've got it from here," Rick nodded to the man as he moved to open the car door for Evelyn.
"I'm afraid you don't understand, Mr. O'Connell. Your wife IS still a suspect in this investigation. She was released until the judge considers we have enough evidence to try and convict her."
"Yeah well you don't have a warrant for my car so take your damn hands off of it."
"Rick---" a soft voice inturrupted. He ignored her.
"Mr. O'Connell, like I said, Mrs. O'Connell is still a major suspect in this trial and the two of you have extensive weath and travel expertise. While she may be free of the immidiate eyes of Scotland Yard, she is still to be supervised."
Rick snorted as he pushed past the detective his eyes squinting in the setting sunlight. "Yeah and how do they intend to do that."
The man extended his hand, "By making me your special houseguest. Now if you will kindly step aside I can accompany you home in the back seat. My things will be sent to me later."
I
"This is a load of horse crap!"
"I am doing all that I can Mr. O'Connell. The evidence is circumstantial, but when put together it makes one hell of a case against your wife."
Richard O'Connell was mad. No he was more than mad...it was a state his brother in law would have referred to as 'cheesed'. If anyone had ever been cheesed in his life, Richard O'Connell was that man at this moment. "Well you're the one who came to US lady, so you need to tell me why I should hire you as my wife's lawyer instead of...hmmm....I don't know A MAN? Or at least someone I know from Adam...or Eve as the case may be." Just saying the name 'Eve' reminded him of Evelyn sitting in a cell on Earls Court Road. He spat a frustrated curse into the phone pushing his hair out of his face with his free hand
.
"Just listen to me, Mr. O'Connell..." the feminine voice on the other end had a slight edge to it now. "I myself am somewhat of an expert in Egyptian artifact, despite the fact that I went all the way in law. I know where your wife is coming from and I can attest to her character. I know she isn't guilty and I KNOW I can prove it more efficiently than any of those names you're holding in your hand."
Rick looked at the list in his hand. Jonathan had scrawled out about seven 'lawyer friends' on a napkin not more than an hour ago when they received the phone call about Evelyn. This woman was indeed perceptive if she guessed this fact and hadn't even met them yet. He sighed. Once she found out they were on the same wavelength about Egypt, Evelyn would insist that the voice on the other side of the line represent her. "Look lady, I've just posted bond for my wife and I need to talk it over, but you'll be hearing from us." He borrowed a pencil from the police front desk where he was hunched over the phone. Scribbling her return number down on the long list of lawyers, he put the receiver back on the cradle and slunk down into the uncomfortable brown fabric and metal chair.
Moments later Evelyn was brought out by a stoic looking officer, detective by his dress, Rick thought. He was commenting to her that usually murder suspects were not let out on bail, but the judge apparently had issues with the arrest warrant and had allowed Evelyn to return home pending trial. The O'Connells were grateful for that. Evie spending the night or even longer in jail was an unplesant prospect. The little time she HAD been there left an uncomfortable catch in Rick's throat.
"Yeah the judge let her out because she didn't ~DO anything," Rick said sarcastically approaching them
.
A calmer more diplomatic Evelyn laid a hand on his shoulder, "And the truth shall come to light, Rick. Lets just be grateful I don't have to stay here and can actively prove my innocence." The words sounded foreign and hollow coming from her mouth, but the last few hours had been nothing BUT that and confusing to boot. She nodded to the young detective at her side. It was the same one who had been with Detective Sweeney as the handcuffs were placed on her wrists. Carrying her purse, the only thing Evelyn had brought with her, he looked a lot less menacing. The young man held the door for Evelyn and Rick and followed them to Rick's car. The sun glinted off of the powder blue doorplates.
"I've got it from here," Rick nodded to the man as he moved to open the car door for Evelyn.
"I'm afraid you don't understand, Mr. O'Connell. Your wife IS still a suspect in this investigation. She was released until the judge considers we have enough evidence to try and convict her."
"Yeah well you don't have a warrant for my car so take your damn hands off of it."
"Rick---" a soft voice inturrupted. He ignored her.
"Mr. O'Connell, like I said, Mrs. O'Connell is still a major suspect in this trial and the two of you have extensive weath and travel expertise. While she may be free of the immidiate eyes of Scotland Yard, she is still to be supervised."
Rick snorted as he pushed past the detective his eyes squinting in the setting sunlight. "Yeah and how do they intend to do that."
The man extended his hand, "By making me your special houseguest. Now if you will kindly step aside I can accompany you home in the back seat. My things will be sent to me later."
