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Chapter 9

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From the Notebook of Maggie McDonald

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Monday, August 7, Morning

Jason stepped between Tess and the deputies. Teddy grabbed his mother’s hand. She put her arm around him and kissed his head. “It’ll be okay, buddy,” she said. Teddy’s expression said he knew that the bottom had fallen out of his world again. With each blow, he was becoming less successful in rebuilding a firm foundation on which to stand—that platform that everyone needs, but that is truly essential to teens trying to discover who they are and how they’ll navigate the adult world. I nodded to Tess and Teddy. Max and I would protect Teddy—feed him, nurture him, and protect him to the best of our ability for as long as it was necessary. Because that’s what friends did. I reached for my phone to call Forrest Doucett.

Tess lifted her chin and squared her shoulders like a proud French aristocrat on her way to the guillotine.

Jason held his arm out, palm down, toward the nearest cadet. It reminded me of the way I’d approach a dog while trying not to spook it. He shifted his attention to Sergeant Nguyen. “Are you actually arresting her, or just inviting her to come in for questioning?” Jason asked in a gentle but firm voice. “What is the charge? Can you please show us the warrant?”

Nguyen reached inside his jacket and pulled out several folded documents, which he then handed to Jason. “Arrest warrant, search warrant, affidavits, and a list of items we’re looking for, including handguns.” Jason examined them quickly, then handed them to me. “They look in order, but snap a photo of them and send them to Forrest.”

“Guns? But why?” I asked.

“It’s in the warrant,” said Nguyen, stepping forward until he was nearly toe to toe with Jason, as if daring him to do...something. It was a classic display of men squaring off and taking each other’s measure. Tension rose, and I feared that the tiniest movement on anyone’s part would land us in more trouble than we already faced. I held my breath.

Jason stared at the sergeant, but continued to speak so softly that, had the room not been so deathly quiet, or if I hadn’t already had a good idea of what he had to say, his words would have been inaudible to anyone other than Nguyen. “The cuffs won’t be necessary. Mrs. Olmos is happy to cooperate. I’d be pleased to bring her to the district attorney’s office or wherever it is you intend to question her.” He paused. “I know you have the paperwork required to arrest Mrs. Olmos, but I assume you’ll want to search the house while she’s here and question her to see if her statement proves more reliable than that of any other witnesses you’ve interviewed.”

“Witnesses?” I must have spoken too loudly, because Tess startled and everyone else stared at me with varied degrees of astonishment. “How can there be witnesses? Tess didn’t do anything. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.” I sucked in a deep breath and forced myself to close my mouth and stop talking. As much as I wanted to defend my friend, I was upsetting Tess and Teddy, and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

Nguyen sighed, then nodded, first to Jason and then to his men, each of whom took several steps backward until they stood behind their boss. “Chief, as a courtesy to you, I would be happy to question Mrs. Olmos before we take her to the jail. Is there somewhere we can talk without interruption?”

“I’m sure we can set you up with a room here from which you can conduct your interviews and supervise the search for the items named in the warrant,” Jason said. “Mrs. Olmos will want to wait for her lawyer, so that will give us plenty of time to create an interview situation that works for everyone.”

I stepped into the living room as I selected Forrest’s office number from my contact list. I hoped I’d find him in his Orchard View location—a high-rise upscale business suite he’d recently opened as a satellite to the firm’s headquarters near AT&T Park in San Francisco. He’d joked that he needed the new location to be closer to our family and friends, making it easier to respond to my “constant calls” for help. I suspected the real reason was that the bulk of the firm’s business was connected in one way or another to Silicon Valley commerce. Forrest had once told me he spent as much or more time arguing cases in San Jose as he did in San Francisco.

The call connected, and I briefly explained to the receptionist that I was a friend and a client of Forrest’s, and that I needed help for another friend who was being arrested for murder. The words seemed as foreign as if I’d suddenly begun speaking a language I’d never studied, but they didn’t seem to faze the receptionist. “Please tell him there’s been a new development,” I added.

He transferred me to Forrest’s office, where an automated system invited me to leave a message. “Forrest, the Santa Clara County sheriff has a warrant for Tess Olmos’s arrest and paperwork to search her home and garage for firearms and a number of other items. Everything is happening quickly, so we need you or one of your colleagues here as soon as possible. It looks like Jason has convinced Sergeant Nguyen to question Tess here at the house and hold off on arresting her. I doubt Jason will let Tess answer any questions until you get here. I took photos of the warrants and the other forms Nguyen gave to Tess. I’ll send them to your personal phone.”

Forrest responded with a quick text before I’d finished sending the documents.

In town. On my way.

I took a minute to breathe deeply and think about what I needed to do when I walked back into the kitchen. The most important thing was to project confidence. The boys needed to know that the adults had the situation in hand and that there was nothing to worry about.

I heard a vehicle pull up outside and peered through a gap in the living room drapes. Forrest hopped out of the cab of a dented pickup truck that sported more primer than paint but appeared to have originally been red. It was old, but not yet vintage, and it had a bit of a coughing fit when Forrest turned off the engine. It was a far cry from the sleek black Tesla he normally drove. His faded jeans, gray sweatshirt, and dusty hair indicated he’d come as soon as I’d called. If he was working from home today, he wasn’t catching up on lawyerly paperwork nor meeting clients—not without his tailored suit, silk tie, and crisply starched shirt.

“Excuse my appearance,” he said after he’d introduced himself. “I wasn’t expecting to conduct any business today. It’s Lizzy’s birthday, and we’re landscaping. I’d just made my first trip to the hardware store when you phoned.”

Forrest, exuding more confidence than I’d been able to drum up, met with Tess in a small courtyard seating area off of Tess’s bedroom. Jason joined them, but not until after he’d told me that Stephen and Paolo were on their way. Until they arrived, it was my job to make sure Sergeant Nguyen and his men adhered to the limits of the warrants. I nodded my agreement, but I was as out of my depth as I would have been if Jason had handed me a baby manatee and asked me to feed it some lunch.

I smiled bravely at the boys and spoke quickly before toddling off to dog the heels of the sheriff’s men. “Forrest knows exactly what to do,” I said, adding, for Teddy’s sake, “He’s a lawyer and an old friend of Max’s. He’s helped us out on several occasions and I trust him.” Teddy relaxed a little, but he seemed more comforted by Max’s reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Jason asked them to be careful and tidy in their search,” Max added. I hoped the sheriff’s men would comply. There were few feelings creepier than having strangers paw through your personal belongings. The last thing Teddy needed was for them to accidentally break something he treasured as a memento of his father.

“I need to watch them,” I said, pointing toward the garage, where the men had launched their search. We could hear the sounds of boxes being moved and drawers being opened and closed a bit more roughly than I thought was necessary.

“Go,” said Max. “I’ll call Elaine. She wanted to keep an eye on the news vans. If they’ve left, I think we could use her help. Stephen’s too.”

“With what?”

“I’m not sure, maybe just to tip the scales—increase the number of people here who are squarely behind Tess and Teddy.”

Brian followed me to the garage and bumped into me as I paused to open the connecting door. “Mom?”

I stopped, turned, and put my arm around him. Whereas his normal adolescent instinct might have been to duck out of my reach, today’s extreme circumstances made him lean into my embrace. “Is this weird?” he asked. “I mean, Jason’s a cop.”

“What do you mean?” I had no idea what he was getting at.

“I mean, Jason told you to call Forrest. He convinced Nguyen to talk to Tess here instead of at the station. He’s the one who asked you to watch the deputies. But he’s a cop. Shouldn’t he be on their side?”

It was an easy question for me to answer. “You know Jason. He’s on the side of the law. He takes his vow to serve and protect literally. Right now, he’s protecting Tess and Teddy. Making sure the sheriff’s guys follow the law. Not every cop might see that as part of the job, but Jason isn’t any cop, now, is he?”

Brian’s shoulders relaxed.

“Your dad and I are going to look after Teddy and Tess as long as necessary,” I told him. “This is a tough time for them, but they’ll be okay. We’ll see to that.”

“Mom...” Brian bit his lip, and his gaze dropped to his shoes. “Yesterday I was feeling sorry for us. I was afraid our house would burn down. I worried about the damage the fire was doing. Today, I’m pretty sure that doesn’t matter much.”

I gave him a hug and kissed the top of his head. I knew exactly how he felt.