Saturday
The sky just woke up and Mr. Daniel was thinking about his father while he was drinking tea. Carleton sat next to him.
- You can't stay here. he said with a steady voice like he was reading his mind
-But I want to. It's important for me. -We will discuss it later.
-Who do you think is the murderer?
-I don't know. Maybe...
The widow was the reason that the conversation stopped. Her hair was messed up and had black circles under her tired eyes. She was smoking for the first time in her life. The smoke that came out of her mouth was dark and as it went up was diluted more by making various designs in the air.
In the west suburbs of London, the Clifford family was having breakfast. Ron Clifford was reading the morning newspaper. On the front page was yesterday's murder at Rayan's villa. -Great...he lost another client.
-Who are you talking about.
-Alfred Rayan. He was one of our best clients. We were so close to make a big deal with him but now...
-You are a dog in the manger
-Amanda darlin' don't make a scene. her mother said but she ignored her -All you care about is money
-This is our job Amanda. Our family...
-I hate our family. she yelled and ran upstairs
Later, the frond's door bell rang and the maid told them that tow police officers were standing there. With a sturn and serious look they turned to Kenton and said:
-You should follow us to the police department
-What is this about?he asked
-There are informations about Alfred's murder.
They tried to grab his arm
-Just tell me what is going on already
-I think you know it better that anyone else. The are evidence that you killed him.
-That's horseshit
This time they managed to grab him by the arms and dragged him out of the house. His parents stranding there and his mother started crying.
-How can they believe that our son did such a horrible thing?
-They said that there are evidences Samantha
-Don't tell me that...
-We have the best police protection -How can you say something like this? Amanda was right. You are a petty man. All you care about is money. I'm going to talk to her.
As she was going upstairs her husbund shouted angrily:
-You are the reason our family's name is soiled with mud. Do you really think that you can protect her with that way? Don't you remember what she did? Oh,you are so naive.
Kenton was sitting in an old, wooden chair in the police station. The room was cold with a weird moldy smell. A few hours ago a tall, well fed man with grey beard walked in. John Brown was one of the best lawyers in London. He had managed to save many rich children from shit like this with a big succesion.
-You have 10 minutes. he said
-Who sent you here? I didn't ask for a lawyer. I'm innocent. My father owns a fortune. If anything happens to me, many people would eat canned garbage for the rest of their lives.
-Yeah but these people owe you nothing. 9 minutes.
Kenton sighed
-Your mother sent me. She supports your innocence.
-Can you really save me?
-...I will do my best
Sunday
Hall was really nervous about the trial on Monday. He had never testified in court and now, without a job, it was even harder to raise money for the college. He's life was a mess and he was badly involved in this tory. He regretted many things that done in the past and wanted to forget the most of them, including that night. The night of the murder.
Monday
In the courtroom there was a great disturbance. Kenton sat quiently on the front without daring to look at his father. He could feel the anger in his gaze without any trace of compassion. On the other side his mother couldn't stand there more that 5 minutes. She went outside crying. Among the defenders were his sister, Hall and Carl who kept saying that it was unfair that the person that killed his uncle was still out there drinking tea. Ron grabbed the lawer by his collar.
-I know Samantha chose you, that means that you will do your job with success. Make sure that this will not be the end of Clifford's
Brown nodded in agreement.
The trial ended. Most people wasn't helpful at all and John Brown couldn't do anything. He didn't care anyway. He already got paid. When you have a job like this you don't really care about people...or animals...or environment...or whatever has a soul. 20 minutes later the judges came back with the final decision.
-The accused is guilty. Case disposed. Everybody looked down sadly. His father left the room and his mother stated yelling at the court:
-My son is not a murderer. This is set up. He's not a murderer...
Then Amanda turned to Carl and whispered:
-I'll go to the mansion tonight. If none can see the truth then I'll find it by myself.