CHAPTER EIGHTY
(part two)

“Hmpft,” Honey said. “Well, according to Ann, they’re planning on saying that you and she were lovers and planned the entire thing to get me out of the way. She stabbed me for you. Now that she’s in prison, you’re pretending to be with me so no one suspects.”

Not knowing what to say, MJ nodded his understanding.

“I asked Ann, ‘What about Trevor? She was married to Trevor? Sold Jill into prostitution and Katy too?’ Ann doesn’t know what they’re going to say about Trevor. Maybe you and my sister were going to get together and Trevor would have his Jill? She doesn’t know.”

“When did I make this plan with her?”

“I guess when you were in on their scheme.”

“Oh, that’s good,” MJ said. “I was on tape all of that time. You can hear me. And what they’re saying too.”

“I said the same thing but they said that was the problem.”

“Why?” MJ asked.

“Because the DA and Ann have been instructed to leave your team out of the case. If they introduce your tape, they open the door to ask about your team. Her lawyer is gambling that the Feds would rather let her go, get off misdemeanor assault, than expose your team.”

MJ got out of the driver’s seat. He took Honey’s wheelchair from the back of the SUV and came around to her door.

“You’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” MJ said. “I’m also not going to get hooked into this crap with your sister. She’s always been evil. She’s evil now. She’s trying to get to you in the most basic way possible – destroy your faith in the people who love you. She did it to us before and I won’t let her do it now.”

“So you did sleep with her?”

MJ sighed. He lifted Honey into her wheelchair. After helping her settle, he set a vase with a dozen pink roses in her lap.

“I’ll tell you what,” MJ said. “The LC has investigated every person who I had sex with – anyone I remembered, anyone who said we did. It’s supposed to be as complete a list as possible. She has one for everyone on the team. Some intelligence thing. I can ask her if your sister is on the list. Would that make you feel better?”

“No, I don’t care,” Honey said.

“You don’t?”

“You married me not her. And no matter what she says, you’d never have married her. Ever,” Honey said. “As for the rest, I know you’re good at what you do. The docs at Craig said over and over again how lucky I was that you were there to save me. ‘Only an experienced, field trained professional could have saved your life.’ That’s what they said. So I don’t care what their lawyer or so called experts say. Plus I know that you love me and would do anything to keep me here.”

Smiling, MJ kissed her cheek. They took off toward the hospital. They were waiting at the elevator when Honey asked:

“Are they going to let her go because of your team? If they let her go, she’ll come straight after me.”

“I don’t know,” MJ said. “But I’ll find out.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow….