"I'm not an expert on these things, Your Honor." Dominic Cavello shrugged smugly."But maybe that's something you ought to take up with your alarm company. Or your husband. Me, I got a pretty good excuse. I was in that prison over there."
"I told you"-Miriam Seiderman removed her glasses-“these proceedings will not be disrupted by intimidation."
I had to give her credit. The judge was going toe to toe with Cavello. She wasn't backing down."This court has given you every opportunity to have this trial conducted in the open, Mr. Cavello."
"This court is making assumptions that it cannot possibly back up, Your Honor," Hy Kaskel said."Mr. Cavello has conducted himself by every rule and stipulation both sides agreed to in the pretrial hearings. You can't point the finger at him."
"I am pointing the finger, Mr. Kaskel. And if it's shown in any way that this is tied back to your client…"
"It's okay, Hy." Dominic Cavello restrained his lawyer."I understand how the judge must feel. She has to do what she has to do. It's just that I have friends who feel a certain way as well, and the problem is, they have to do what they think is right, too."
"What did I just hear?" The judge's gaze was electric, drilling in on Cavello's eyes.
"I tried to tell you from the beginning, Your Honor," Cavello said,"we're never going to see the end of this trial. What can I tell you? That's just the way it is."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Even for a bull like Cavello, to direct such a bold threat at the court was extraordinary.
"Agent in Charge Pellisante," the judge said, never flinching.
"Yes, Your Honor."
"I'm calling a recess for the day. I want the jury sent home. In the meantime, I'll decide how this proceeding is conducted from here on in."
I felt I had to voice my opinion."The jury should be sequestered, Your Honor. We can no longer take responsibility for their safety. Or even your own. We've mapped out various locations. I can have protective custody in motion as soon as you give the word."
"Nick," Cavello clucked, turning my way,"it's a big city. Hey, maybe you ought to be watching your back, too."
I stepped forward to take a slug at him-but someone behind me, this big, burly marshal, held me back.
"Do it, Agent Pellisante." The judge nodded."Set the wheels in motion. Sequester the jury."
Chapter 25
AROUND NINE THIRTY that night, Andie was folding towels in Jarrod's bathroom. Her darling son was in his pj's, sitting up in bed with a schoolbook open on his lap, but he was staring off into space.
"Mom, what's a promontory?" he called to her.
Andie came out and sat on the edge of his bed.
"It's like a piece of land that juts out into the ocean."
"Then what's a peninsula?" he asked next, flipping the textbook page.
Andie shrugged."I guess it's a larger piece of land that juts out into the ocean."
That day, for the first time in a week, she had picked him up from school. The judge had excused them all before noon, and the rumor mills were buzzing. The newspapers and TV commentators were saying threats had been made. Maybe against some of the jurors.
Andie had asked for some time with the judge and finally mentioned how she had found her windshield smashed in two nights before. Judge Seiderman told her it probably wasn't related. But that wasn't exactly making her feel safe and secure right now.
"So, then isn't every piece of land in the world kind of a peninsula?" Jarrod shrugged."I mean, look at Florida. Or Africa and South America. Doesn't everything stick out into the ocean at some point, Mom?"
"I guess." Andie tucked in his blanket and sat brushing back his soft, light-brown hair.
"Hey," he said, squirming,"I'm not a baby."
"You're my baby, always will be. Sorry, but that's the deal."
Andie's hand stopped abruptly at the sound of the doorbell.
Jarrod sat back up. They both looked at the clock. It was after ten."Who could that be, Mom?"
"I don't know. But one thing I do know, Einstein." She took the book from him."It's lights out." She bent and gave him a kiss.
"'Night, Mom."
Andie went into the hall to answer the bell. She turned the lock and cracked open the front door slightly.
She did a double take.
It was that FBI guy she'd noticed in the courtroom, the nice-looking one. And there was a uniformed police officer with him. No-twopolice officers, a man and a woman.
What were they doing here at ten o'clock?
Chapter 26
HE HELD UP his FBI shield for her to see."I'm sorry to surprise you, Ms. DeGrasse. May I come in? It's important."
Andie opened the door. The FBI guy was dressed nicely, in an olive raincoat over a brown sports jacket, with a deep-blue shirt and a tie. Her mind flashed to how she must look-in a bright-pink DKNY sweatshirt, with a towel draped over her shoulder."I wasn't expecting anyone."
"We're sorry to bust in on you like this. I'm Nicholas Pellisante. I'm a special agent in charge of the FBI's Organized Crime Unit. I'm heading up the Cavello investigation."
"I've seen you in court," Andie said. Then, warily,"Isn't there some kind of rule that we're not supposed to be talking to each other?"
"Under normal circumstances, yes." The FBI guy nodded.
"Normal circumstances? I'm not following you. What's happening?"
"The trial procedures are being changed. As a matter of safety, the judge feels-and I agree-it may be prudent for the members of the jury to be removed from their daily lives."
"Our daily lives?" Andie blinked. What did that mean? She ran a hand through her messy hair.
"The judge would like the jury sequestered. I don't want you to be alarmed. There's no specific threat. It's just for your protection."
"Myprotection? "
"Yours and your son's," the agent said.
Now Andiewas alarmed."You're saying there have been threats?" Her mind flashed to the windshield of her car."This is about what happened the other night."
"I'm not saying that," the agent said."There's an officer outside who can assist you."
"Assist us with what, Agent Pellisante?" A tremor galloped down her spine."I have a nine-year-old in here. What do I do with him while I'm being protected? Pack him off to boarding school?"
"Look, I know how this sounds, and I know how short notice it is. We'll make provisions that you get to see your son regularly, for the balance of the trial."
"The balance of the trial!" Suddenly the magnitude of this smacked Andie face-on."We're only in the first week. This isn't exactly what I signed up for, Agent Pellisante."
The FBI guy looked sympathetic, but also helpless to do anything."I'm afraid it's not a matter of choice."
Her blood was pulsing. She could have gotten off this trial just the other day."When?" Andie looked up at him. Then she realized what he had meant by theofficer waiting outside.
"I'm afraid, right now. What I have to ask you to do now is to go pack some things."
"You're kidding!" Andie stared at him, glassy-eyed."My son's in bed in the other room. What am I supposed to do with him? This is crazy."
"Is there someone who can take him for tonight? Somebody nearby?"
"I have a sister in Queens. It's after ten o'clock. What do you want me to do, put him in a cab?"
"You can bring him along," the FBI guy finally said."Just for this evening, though. You'll have to make provisions for him tomorrow."
"Bring him along." Andie smirked sardonically.“Where?"
"I can't tell you that, Ms. DeGrasse. Not far. And you will be able to see him from time to time. I promise you that."