Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

judge’s raised bench with the prosecution. They were a dozen yards away, but I could hear them perfectly.

“Your Honor, this second charge is a sham,” she started off, guns blazing.

“How dare . . .” the prosecution’s face was beet red, but a glare from the vamp shut him up.

“We all know that failing to register requires premeditated thought and action to avoid registration. You will find in the documentation that the UN itself took several months to even identify Cameron Dupree as a supernatural. In fact, their first tests were negative. My client didn’t try to avoid anything. He had all the required tests done as a child, and they returned negative results. It is true that he is a novel supernatural, but nowhere in his thoughts or actions did he attempt to avoid registering. This is all a terrible misunderstanding that has gotten way out of hand; so, I’m offering a deal.”

“Normally, the prosecution is the one to offer deals, Ms. Caldwell,” the judge stated.

“And normally, I’d wipe the floor with him, but this has all gone on too long,” she replied, which got a chuckle from the judge as they turned to the government lawyer. “My client has been in the custody of the Response Division for the last two and a half days. We will agree for another seventy-two hours of testing. It is my understanding that the medical staff has already taken a number of samples, unwillingly, I might add, from my client. He will submit to all tests willingly for the next three days, and then he will be released. This is a win-win situation,” she stared down the prosecution. “The UN gets their data to classify him, and my client no longer has his rights violated.”

The judge nodded along to her deal. “Counselor?” he asked to the prosecution.

The other lawyer looked spitting mad, and he opened his mouth to say something.

“Of course, if you don’t take the deal, we’ll be filing a lawsuit against the Response Division for excessive use of force. My client was unarmed and had his hands up when your agents shot him. With the public discussion around police procedures in the spotlight throughout the country; I’m sure the UN would just love to join in. Don’t you?”

The lawyer’s mouth snapped shut. He might be royally pissed, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew when he didn’t have a case, and the Director’s attempt to get me to sign on the dotted line had already failed. They’d blown their wad, and there was nothing else they could do.

“Deal,” the prosecution let out a tired breath.

That’s how it ended. A little anticlimactic for daytime television, and everything else I’d been through. They had the paperwork ready in twenty minutes. Marcella gave me the nod of approval, and all I had to do was sign. I’d give the UN three more days. They’d treat me like a human being and not a lab rat. After that, I was free to go back to Las Vegas and see Lilith, Fern, Dani, Xamira, and whoever the hell else I chose.

It was a complete legal victory for me, but Vernon’s words still bounced around my head. “Not now,” I chided myself. Why ruin a good thing with more questions and indecision?

Then there was Marcella. “Always a pleasure, Cam,” her voice dripped sensuality. It was a turn on.

Despite what she’d almost done to me in Reno; she’d just kicked ass and freed me from another round of mechanical jack off. If they needed to examine something in my asshole this time, thanks to her, I could get a hot nurse to perform the procedure. No more Frank.

That led to some very confused emotions tumbling around my noggin as the bailiff removed my handcuffs. I felt the ball of white-hot light explode at my core, and I grabbed it to feel safe. The judge kept giving me furtive looks, but I ignored him as I was led out of the room and back into UN HQ to do whatever they wanted me to do.

Vernon and Becky met me there. Both didn’t look happy I was free; especially the mountain lion shifter, but they looked resigned to it. That’s the thing with cops. When the judge handed down the ruling, their own sense of honor demanded they abide by the rule of law. On the opposite hand, there was me, who was going to milk it for all it was worth.

“Come on,” Vernon had to stop himself from grabbing my elbow. “We’ve got some more tests to run.”

Chapter 20

“This is nice, isn’t it,” I smiled as I opened the door and found Vernon and Becky waiting for me.

It was the day after my trial – if you could even call it that – and I hadn’t been put into a drug induced sleep. Apparently, the UN HQ boasted just about everything needed to ensure foreign dignitaries had a home away from home. This included a mini-hotel set in their big New York building. It wasn’t much, just a handful of rooms, a concierge, and a cleaning staff; but compared to the subterranean medical clinic, it was a different world.

Despite having a metaphorical weight lifted off my shoulders, and knowing that I wasn’t going to end up in prison covering my butthole in the shower, I didn’t sleep well. There were a lot of things rampaging through my mind. First was fucking Vernon Dud. I hated having the dude in my head, but he’d made some good points; and it was stupid to ignore good points, even if they came from someone or something I didn’t like. In a supernatural world I was rapidly becoming more acquainted with, that was a good way to end up dead.

The question of the cabal leadership being just as sinister as the Fae, or UN Director, was completely valid; and if I was