Andrew stood behind Amanda as she repeated the company's official statement to the person on the other end of the phone and hung up.
"I'm ready to just unplug the phone and call it a day. These reporters are driving me crazy."
"If it wasn't bad publicity for the company, I would tell them anything they wanted to know about Burgess. I would love to give them a story on him."
"Just remember that it would be bad for the company," Lawrence said as he walked towards them. "If you really have anything to say, save it for the police."
"Don't worry, I won't say anything to the media," Andrew assured him. "I'm just glad Burgess finally got caught for something. I knew all along he was no good, but I had no idea he'd done something this bad."
"I don't think any of us had any idea," Amanda added. "Just think, if he could kill Clifford, he could have done anything to any one of us. It gives me chills to think about it."
Andrew put an arm around his wife's shoulders. "I'm glad he's out of here."
"I am too," Lawrence said somberly. He was relieved that the truth had finally come out, mostly for Eileen's sake. "But Hector's absence leaves us short staffed today. We can't waste too much time talking about what's happened. There's work to be done."
"What I wouldn't give to see him right now, sitting behind bars," Andrew said to himself with a smirk as Amanda sat down at her desk and he and Lawrence went to their separate offices. "I bet he's not so smug now."
"I shouldn't be here," Hector thought to himself over and over as he paced back and forth in his dreary jail cell. He had been so close to leaving this all behind him when the police came to his door and took him away.
He should have been miles from here by now, getting off a plane, checking into a hotel, ready to start his new life. Instead he was taken to the jail, booked, fingerprinted and put into this cell for a sleepless night. No matter how many times he ran the facts of what had happened through his mind, he couldn't make himself believe this was really happening.
"I'll get out of this," he told himself. He already had the best lawyers working on his case and he knew they would find away to get around whatever the prosecution presented. What could they have on him anyway? Clifford had died years ago and they were only going after him now? What could they have found out?
"Burgess."
Hector looked up to see a guard unlocking the door to his cell.
"Your lawyer is here."
"Good. I'm ready for him," Hector said eagerly as the officer escorted Hector down the hall to the interrogation room.
When he spoke with his mother on the phone, she told him she was going to call Sam Ramsey, one of the best defense attorneys around and also an old family acquaintance. He was sure once they talked, he found out what he was up against, and what Sam was going to do to defend him, he'd feel at least a little better about things.
"Mr. Burgess?"
Hector looked up. Instead of seeing a familiar gray haired man standing in front of him, a much younger woman carrying a briefcase entered the room. "Yes?"
"Hello. I'm your attorney-"
"Where's Sam Ramsey?"
"That's me," she answered. "But I'll assume you're referring to my father. He's on a leave of absence and while he's away I'm taking over his cases. I'm his daughter Samantha." She sat down across from Hector and took a notepad out of her briefcase. "And in case you have any doubts, I assure you that I am just as capable as my father. I learned how to be the best from the best."
"I hope so," Hector scoffed. "With the charges I'm up against, I can't afford to settle for anything less."
"Don't worry. You won't have to. Now, let's talk about the charges against you, Mr. Burgess."
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