Chapter Twenty-One
Ron sat alone in the interrogation
room at the LPD. John looked through the two way mirror,
watching, observing, but at the same time, keeping an eye out for
the Buchanans and Antonio Vega. Once word got out that a suspect
in the Music Box Killings was in custody, it was all set to hit
the fan.
"Where is he?" John cringed at the sound of the voice.
"Where the hell is he?"
"Asa..." John turned, situating himself in front of the
door.
"Is he in there?" Asa demanded. "The bastard who
killed Jessie?"
"I know what you're going through." John said.
"Let the police take care of this."
"He is in there," Asa said. "You'd better
move out of my way, son."
"You don't want to do this."
"Don't tell me what I want to do and get out of my
way."
"Pa!" Bo called.
Asa looked back at him. "Don't stand there Bo... and
tell me you don't want to string him up."
"Tightening the noose around his neck isn't going to
bring Jessica back. No kind of Texas justice is."
Asa looked passed Bo. "You... can explain that to them"
Kevin and Joe stood in the entrance. Bo shook his head as Kevin
approached. "Is it true?" he said "He's in
there?"
"Kevin..." Bo said.
"He is," Kevin said. "I agree with grandpa then.
He killed Jessica."
"We don't know that. He's a suspect."
"Who's under arrest," Kevin said. "I know you
don't arrest someone without evidence. So what is it? Did he
do it or not?"
"That's what we're trying to find out," John
said. "And we can't do that if everyone tries to rush
in there to strangle him. He's no good to us dead."
"He's better off dead," Asa said.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say
that." John said. "I didn't hear that Asa."
"If you don't hang this son of a bitch, I'll do it
for you."
"That's it, case closed." Daniel Colson said,
hanging up the phone in his office, leaning back in his chair,
swiveling slightly.
"Well don't keep me in suspense," Nora said, her
arms folded across her chest. "What's the big
news?"
"The cops just collared our guy," he said "The
Music Box Murderer." Daniel smirked, a look of pride on his
face as if he had caught the guy himself.
"What?" Nora said. "When did this happen?"
"This morning apparently" he said "they have him
down in interrogation now." Daniel stood from his chair,
reaching for his coat. "I was just on my way down
there."
"Well who is it?" she said "Somebody we
know?"
"You know... Marcie Walsh?" he said "Works over at
the station... her brother, Ron."
"Walsh?" she said "I know Ron Walsh. There's
no way..."
"Supposedly they have incriminating evidence." Daniel
said. "You coming or are you sitting this one out?"
"Marcie!" they heard from outside. "This isn't
going to help, some on Marc."
"I'll meet you down there." she said.
Daniel left the office. He had only missed Marcie and Al by a
second. "Mrs. Buchanan," Marcie said. "Mrs.
Buchanan. I had to see somebody and I didn't know who to
call or where to go but I needed to get help and..."
"Marcie" Nora said. "Slow down. Here... here, take
a seat." Marcie sat and Al stood behind her. "This is
about your brother?"
"He didn't do this, Mrs. Buchanan." Marcie said.
"I know Ronnie. Ronnie wouldn't hurt anyone. He's the
most gentle loving person..." she paused. "Please help
me. He's innocent."
"Marcie... chances are, if your brother goes to trial, I'm
going to be the one sitting at the other table." she sighed.
"I don't know what..." Nora paused.
"Here." She jot a number down on a piece of paper.
"This is Evangeline Williamson's phone number. She's
the best defense attorney I've ever met. Just... tell her
you talked to me and I gave you her number... I'm sure she'll
be able to help you."
Marcie nodded slowly. She had been hoping for more, but would
take what she could get for now. "Thank you" she said.
"I will call her, thank you."
Nora nodded. She waited a moment as Marcie and Michael left
before picking up the phone, dialing. "Yeah, hi." she
said. "This is Nora Buchanan, over at the DA's
office... yeah I need you to do me a favor. I want you to check
somebody out for me... Ron Walsh... parking tickets, jaywalking,
everything. I want to know how many times he got detention in
High School, I want to know how many bugs he squished as a
kid.... as soon as possible, priority one.... just send it over
by messenger... Thanks." Nora hung up the phone, pausing,
before leaving the office.
