BADDGURL'S CARTEL HOUSE OF PUBLISHING SITE FOR...DEFENSE FOR THE PROSECUTION CHP. ONE

                      DEFENSE.......FOR THE PROSECUTION

FEBRUARY 15, 2017 

CHAPTER ONE

There was a phone ringing somewhere in the background. Kameron couldn't tell if it was part of his dream...or if it was real. He stirred... Not fully awake...realizing it was not a dream; he swiftly sat up and reached for the phone. Too late. The ringing stopped.

 The hair on the back of Kameron's neck stood up.  A chill went through him. He thought he saw a black shadow cross the room. But he was alone.

 “911... What is your emergency? Do you need police, ambulance, or the fire department?”

 “This is Jeff Masters. Please...I need help.” Spoke, a hysterical, Jeff Masters, “My wife is lying on the floor, and there's blood all over the place. She's not breathing. I think she's dead!”

 “Sir...do not try to move her. Is she conscious? Can she speak? Have you checked her pulse? Can you tell where the blood is coming from?”

“No...she's not breathing, or conscious...and I can't find a pulse on her wrist or her neck. I only see blood coming from the back of her head. But my god...all this blood could not have come from just her head. Not from a head wound. There's blood all over the place!”

 “I have your address as...1410 Mocking Bird Hills. Is this correct?”

 “Yes.”

“The police and ambulance are on their way. They should be there within the next five minutes. I'll stay on the phone with you until then.”

“Okay. Thank you very much.”

Kameron looked at his clock; it was 2:30 in the am. Who would be calling him at this ungodly hour? He laid back down with deep sleep on his mind. He thought of the many options his mind presented to him, as to who could be ringing him at 2:30 in the morning.

The phone rang again...just as deep sleep was about to overtake him for the second time that night. Only this time it seemed louder. More ominous. He felt a dire warning. His life was about to change. He thought for a moment not to answer the phone. To unplug it...and let sleeping dogs lie. Kameron didn't want to be disturbed...not now...and certainly not tonight. He reached for the phone. He had to answer it. He was needed. This was his profession.

“Hello.”

“Hello...may I please speak to Mr. Kameron Randalls.”

“Speaking.”

“Hello...Mr. Randall. My name is Jeff Masters.  Mr. Peterson, my attorney, told me to contact you. I'm sorry to be calling you so late at night, but it is very urgent that I see you.”

“Well, I do know a Robert Peterson; He's a lawyer with the firm of Kline, Levin, and Peterson. Is this the lawyer you are referring to?”

“Yes, it is.” 

“Well, Mr. Masters, how can I help you?”

“I need to retain your services.”

“And why is that, Mr. Masters?”

“Well, my attorney told me that you were a very competent criminal attorney...who handles high-profile murder cases.”  

“Wel, that is true. But why would you be needing my services? Is it for you...or perhaps a family member?”

“Well, Mr. Randall, before we go any further, I'd like to make an appointment to see you tomorrow in your office. I don't feel that it is in my best interest to go into it over the phone...except to say...I'm being charged with murder! A murder that was never committed!”

"That's fine Mr. Masters. I'll see you at 9: am in my office. I'm located at the Richboro Plaza, 555 N. Charles Street. See you in the morning. Good night."

"Thank you. Good night." Click.

Kameron felt uneasy. The outcome he already knew. He was a little peeved at his almost-new client, and that, was not good. But what the hell! It's his profession. He'd just bill him double for the late-night call. With this contemplated and finalized, he felt he could now capture what was left of the night for sleep, if that was possible. However...something was very disturbing to him. He felt that chill for the second time that night. It was something he couldn't put his finger on. Familiar...yet unknown! A dire foreboding!

He drifted off to sleep. Just as deep sleep was about to overtake him, he heard the voice again, and it startled him. A familiar voice somewhere off in the distance. It whispered to him, "Let sleeping dogs lie!"