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Chapter 8: Lack of Evidance
Kate left the building with her attorney leading her. She wasn't sure why she was being led out or why her attorney was doing it but she followed. As soon as the door opened, she understood. A huge crowed had formed in front of the courthouse. People were yelling and holding up signs. Most of them read, "Let the survivors go!"
Kate couldn't help but smile as a huge number of reporters swarmed her and her attorney. She didn't want to talk to them though. She just wanted to make sure Sawyer was going to be ok. She let her attorney take her to his limo where two women and a man were waiting.
The door of the limousine closed and the other man began talking instantly, "Your friend, Mr. Sawyer, has a strong case. He should win. For now, we're taking you to a secluded hotel where you can wait."
"But," Kate began, remembering 10,000 fine she had been ordered to pay, "I need to get the money for the fine…"
"It's been taken care of honey," the older of the two women said as she patted Kate on the shoulder. Kate wasn't used to being treated like this. Everyone was treating her like a child. It was making her a bit uncomfortable but she couldn't say anything because these people, whoever they were, had paid for her freedom. She just nodded and sat in silence, staring out the window as the others talked about the situation.
"Is this all the evidence you have?" the judge asked, looking down at the gun on his table, "A gun with no prints and a bullet?"
"The gun is registered to a Mr. Sawyer," the prosecution replied.
"A gun is not enough to convict a man. Do you have anything else? Did the Australian government even press charges?"
The prosecution attorney hesitated. "No your honor," he said, his voice quavering.
"Then due to lack of evidence, the defendant is free to go," the judge said with a bang of his gavel.
Sawyer smirked and stood up, shaking hands with his attorney. "The Australian government didn't press charges against me?"
His attorney shook his head, "Nope. The man was already a criminal in Australia and the police hadn't been able to catch him so they didn't bother pressing charges."
Sawyer smiled and followed his attorney out of the courthouse. Just as he stepped outside, he was bombarded by reporters, journalists, and fans screaming and waving signs reading "Let the survivors go!"
A grin formed on Sawyer's face as he and the attorney made their way through the crowd to a limousine. In the 100 feet he walked from the courthouse door to the limousine, he got seven roses, four kisses on the cheek, and eight marriage proposals.
With a laugh he and his attorney got into the car and shut the door. "You become pretty popular over the past few weeks," his attorney said, unbuttoning his jacket and loosening his tie.
"Where are we going?" Sawyer asked, his mind quickly straying off the crowd and back to Kate.
"A private room in a hotel. Your friend is already there. Her trial went well. The room you'll be in will be guarded until the commotion dies down. It's all being paid for by the airline company. They decided they owed you all an apologize," the attorney said, chuckling at bit at the last part.
Kate paced nervously. She hadn't heard from Sawyer or her attorney in over an hour. She was getting worried that Sawyer had lost his case. She picked up the phone to call her attorney for any news when someone knocked softly on the door.
Before she even set the phone down she knew who it was. Kate's eyes filled with tears as she opened the door and was engulfed in Sawyer's warm embrace, his lips pressing against hers.
