Caught Read Online Free

sting house?"
    Wendy waited for the DA to object to the word "sting," but he'd probably figured that he'd done enough. "Your client ran away."
    "After you leapt out with your cameras and lights and microphones, correct?"
    She again waited for an objection before answering, "Yes."
    "Tell me, Ms. Tynes. Is that the way the majority of men who come to your sting house react?"
    "No. Most of the time they stick around and try to explain."
    "And are most of those men guilty?"
    "Yes."
    "Yet my client acted differently. Interesting."
    Portnoi was up again. "To Mr. Hickory, it might be interesting. To the rest of us, his shenanigans--"
    "Yes, fine, withdrawn," Flair said as though he couldn't be bothered. "Relax, Counselor, there's no jury here. Don't you trust our judge to see through my 'shenanigans' without your guidance?" He fixed a cuff link. "So, Ms. Tynes, you turned on the cameras and lights and came jumping out with your microphone and Dan Mercer ran away, is that your testimony?"
    "It is."
    "What did you do then?"
    "I told my producers to follow him."
    Flair again feigned shock. "Are your producers police officers, Ms. Tynes?"
    "No."
    "Do you think private citizens should engage in chasing down suspects without the aid of police officers?"
    "There was a police officer with us."
    "Oh, please." Hickory looked skeptical. "Your show is pure sensationalism. Tripe tabloid at its worst--"
    Wendy interrupted him. "We've met before, Mr. Hickory."
    That slowed him down. "Have we?"
    "When I was an assistant producer on A Current Affair . I booked you as an expert on the Robert Blake murder trial."
    He turned to the spectators and bowed deeply. "So, ladies and gentlemen, we've established the fact that I'm a media whore. Touche." Another smattering of laughter. "Still, Ms. Tynes, are you trying to tell the court that law enforcement was in favor of your journalistic twaddle to the point of cooperation?"
    "Objection."
    "I'll allow it."
    "But, Your Honor--"
    "Overruled. Sit down, Mr. Portnoi."
    Wendy said, "We had a relationship with the police and the DA's office. It was important for us to stay on the correct side of the law."
    "I see. You were working together with law enforcement then, weren't you?"
    "Not really, no."
    "Well, which is it, Ms. Tynes? Did you work this entire sting on your own without the knowledge and cooperation of law enforcement?"
    "No."
    "Okay, fine. Did you contact the police department and DA's office before the night of January seventeenth in regard to my client?"
    "We contacted the prosecutor's office, yes."
    "Wonderful, thank you. Now, you said that you had your producers start chasing my client, is that correct?"
    "That's not how she worded it," Portnoi said. "She said ' follow.' "
    Flair looked at Portnoi as though he had never seen a more annoying gnat. "Yes, fine, whatever--chase, follow, we can discuss the difference another time. When my client ran, Ms. Tynes, where did you go?"
    "To his residence."
    "Why?"
    "I figured that at some point, Dan Mercer might show up there."
    "So you waited for him there, at his residence?"
    "Yes."
    "Did you stay outside his residence while waiting?"
    Wendy squirmed. They were coming to it now. She looked out over the faces, locked on the eyes of Ed Grayson, whose nine-year-old son was an early victim of Dan Mercer. She could feel the weight of his stare as she said, "I saw a light on."
    "In Dan Mercer's house?"
    "Yes."
    "How odd," Flair said, his voice set on full sarcasm. "I never, not once ever, heard of anyone ever leaving a light on when they weren't home."
    "Objection!"
    Judge Howard sighed. "Mr. Hickory."
    Flair kept his eyes on Wendy. "So what did you do, Ms. Tynes?"
    "I knocked on the door."
    "Did my client answer?"
    "No."
    "Did anyone answer?"
    "No."
    "So what did you do next, Ms. Tynes?"
    Wendy tried to stay very still when she said the next part. "I thought I might have seen movement through the window."
    "You thought you might have seen movement," Flair repeated.