Chapter 2
CLARK'S HOME- LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA
Clark arrived home to see Shayna sitting on the couch. He then took of his shoes, leaving his socks on, and sat down beside his wife.
"How was your first day back to work?" Shayna asked her husband.
"It was great," Clark said. "Let me give you a foot massage."
"Okay," Shayna said, lying down.
Clark began to massage Shayna's feet.
"That feels so good," Shayna said. "Let me give you a massage too."
Clark lifted his feet up onto the couch and Shayna began giving him a foot massage as well.
"After this, I'm going to make you whatever you want for dinner," Clark said.
"Thank you," Shayna said.
"And then I will take you out for dessert," Clark said. "I got reservations to a cake tasting."
"Yum," Shayna said.
"And I also got us tickets to Hamilton," Clark said.
"Okay," Shayna said. "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Clark said.
Shayna squeezed Clark's right foot.
"Okay!" Clark shouted. "I spoke with the Executive DDA, and Kyle Dubois is up for parole! She wants you to testify at his hearing!"
Shayna stopped squeezing Clark's foot.
"What?" Shayna asked shocked.
"He's being considered for parole," Clark replied.
"I can't testify," Shayna said. "I can't see that monster again, let alone be in the same room as him."
"Your testimony could keep this man behind bars," Clark said.
"The answer is no," Shayna said.
"If you don't testify voluntarily, will be sent a subpoena," Clark said.
"Are you kidding me?" Shayna asked in an angry tone.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Clark said. "Now let's just continue with the massages."
Shayna stood up and angrily stomped upstairs.
"Massage your own feet!" Shayna screamed from upstairs.
CLARK'S OFFICE
Clark and Grant sat at Clark's desk. Clark once again had his shoes off, wore black socks, and had his feet propped up on another chair.
"So she's agreed to give her testimony," Clark said. "I also had to sleep on the couch last night."
"She's not happy," Grant said.
"I don't blame her," Clark said. "Why should she have to testify if she doesn't want to?"
"That's the justice system," Grant said.
"Yay," Clark said.
"Sarcasm," Grant said. "So how's your foot?"
"Better," Clark replied.
Clark looked at Grant.
"Hey," Clark said. "Do you have a crush on Lieutenant Truman?"
"No," Grant said. "She's not my type."
"What exactly is your type?" Clark asked.
"Men," Grant replied.
"Oh," Clark said.
"Yeah," Grant replied. "I'm gay."
"Okay," Clark replied.
"I just want you to know that I'm not attracted to you," Grant said.
"Okay," Clark said. "I have a cousin who might be interested."
"Thank you, Max," Grant said. "I'm sure your cousin is a nice, but I'm already seeing someone."
COURTROOM- LONG BEACH, CA
Shayna sat at the stand while Hardwicke stood in front of her.
"Okay," Hardwicke said. "During the actual hearing, you need to be prepared for absolutely any scenario. Dubois's lawyer is going to grill you like a steak."
"I'm almost nine months pregnant with twins," Shayna said. "I really don't want to be grilled like a steak. But steak sounds so good right now."
"Shayna," Hardwicke said. "You need to take this seriously."
"I don't want to testify," Shayna said. "You have no idea how much I want this man to stay behind bars. I still have nightmares about him. But I cannot be in the same room with him. Please don't make me do this."
"If you refuse to testify, I'll have no choice but to subpoena you," Hardwicke said.
"Fine," Shayna said. "Let's keep practicing."