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A Hard Rain; chapter eleven, part one

By 10:13:15 p.m., Leslie is yawning nonstop.  She has taken a break from the case because her mind is on overload.  Now, she needs to sleep.  She emails Siobhan with her most recent update, and then she heads to the bathroom to perform her ablutions.  She is falling asleep as she brushes her teeth, so she decides to forego taking a shower—she can do it in the morning.  She goes back to the bedroom, strips off her clothes, sets the alarm, and then lies down on the bed.  She is out before she can even close her eyes.

Leslie is dreaming of John.  He is healthy, happy, and oh, so handsome.  She hugs him, kisses him, and he is hard.  She slides her hand down his body, but he stops her with a gentle kiss.

“You are so beautiful, Leslie.”  John presses a kiss so tender to Leslie’s lip, it takes her breath away.  After breaking away, he presents a black rose to Leslie—a real, living black rose.  “I need you to break into the rose.  You will find me in the rose.  Bear that in mind.  Can you remember that after you wake up?”

“Yes, John,” Leslie whispers, pressing her cheek to John’s chest.  She sheds a few tears as he closes his arms around her.

“I have to go now, baby.”  John kisses Leslie on the top of her head.

“No!”  Leslie is anguished as she looks up at John, tears in her eyes.  “Don’t leave me again!”

“I’ll always be with you, Leslie.  Always.”  John hugs Leslie hard before letting her go.  She watches as he evaporates into thin air.  “Remember.  Break into the rose.  Bear that in mind.”  With a start, Leslie wakes up.

“Damn.”  Leslie looks at her watch.  It’s 3:12:39 a.m., and Leslie is wide awake.  She emails Siobhan to let her know, and then she returns to her laptop.  She writes down what John had told her—something about breaking into a rose and bearing it in mind.  Then, she takes a deep breath and starts researching Senator Bronson more thoroughly.  Her earlier Google search had been cursory at best, but now is not time to be squeamish.

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A Hard Rain; chapter ten, part one

“God, this is boring,” Leslie mutters as she sits in the back of Judge Anthony’s courtroom.  She is not paying any attention to the trial.  She knows it’s some kind of manslaughter charge, but that’s it.  She watches Judge Anthony, trying to discern what type of judge he might be.  Folly, really, as if she could tell by sitting in his courtroom during a trial.  She nods off several times as the attorneys drone on and on and on.  Finally, the judge calls for a recess.  Leslie wonders if she can catch the judge in his chambers.  Doubtful.  She’s pretty sure that she can’t.  She thinks for a minute before she walks outside the courtroom, cell phone in hand.  She pulls out her list and calls the judge.

“Hello.  Judge Anthony.  Who are you, and why are you calling me?”  The judge has a supercilious edge to his words, as if he were born with the right to rule.

“My name is Sandra Scoppettone.  I am with the Sun-Times.  I have information on the murder—“

“No you’re not,” Judge Anthony says briskly, barely letting Leslie speak.  “Try again, or I’m hanging up.”

“OK, look.  I want to write for the Sun-Times.  I just need a break.  I heard that there is new information as to the whereabouts of Freddy Amato and—“

“I’ll be right—where are you?”

“Outside your courtroom.”

“Meet me outside the building in two.”  Judge Anthony hangs up the phone abruptly, leaving Leslie to stare at hers incredulously.  What a rude man.  She makes it outside before Judge Anthony does.  She watches as he emerges from the building.  He is not a bad-looking man with his dark, slicked-back hair, intense blue eyes, and slim build.  He is wearing a black suit with a magenta tie.  Leslie remembers that he is noted for his flashy ties.  He looks around, but of course he has no idea what Leslie looks like.  Leslie stands up and walks over to the judge.  His eyes are glued on her chest as she approaches.  She has her coat unzipped and those three buttons unbuttoned—the judge is definitely a chest man.  Leslie keeps that in mind as she holds out her hand.

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