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“To bring Mary the contract.”
“How did you know she needed it?”
“Because when she came to visit me, she told me she thought Gio murdered Amadeo, and I figured this might be the reason why.”
Wow. Mary’s eyes flared open at the revelation. The gallery startled, and even Judge Gemmill was surprised. Saracone looked like he could kill, and Rovitch stood at the lectern, wanting to object to his own question. Mary shuddered. I’d go with no further questions, pal.
Mrs. Nyquist added, “And it’s been botherin’ me, gnawin’ at me, and my grandson showed me how on the Internet it was the big news story here in Philadelphia. I thought she might need my help.” She nodded at Mary. “She’s a hardworkin’ gal and she’s tryin’ to do right by Amadeo.”
Mary felt a rush of warmth for Mrs. Nyquist and couldn’t help but nod in acknowledgment of her kindness.
Rovitch sighed. “No further questions, Your Honor.”
Judge Gemmill turned to Mrs. Nyquist. “You may step down. Thank you for your testimony, and have a safe trip back home.”
Mary was already on her feet. “Your Honor, we move now for a temporary restraining order against Justin Saracone and Saracone Industries.”
“Granted, Ms. DiNunzio,” Judge Gemmill ruled, banging the gavel, and the courtroom erupted into chatter and applause.
We won! Mary threw her arms around Judy, and when Mrs. Nyquist came over, Mary hugged her, too. In fact, she hugged the deputy, two of the law clerks, and the stenographer.
The gallery exploded, the circolo started a conga line, and the judge pounded her gavel again.
Crak! Crak! “It is hereby ordered that plaintiff’s requested relief is granted, the particulars of the order to be issued by chambers later today and released to the press. Dates for the preliminary hearing and subsequent trial to be scheduled later, counsel.”
Crak! Judge Gemmill banged the gavel, with a final sound. “Lastly,” she continued, “pursuant to Federal Rule of Civil Procedure 65, a security bond must be posted by the estate. I order that such bond be in the amount of one hundred thousand dollars. Ms. DiNunzio?”
“Yes, Your Honor?”
“I said, one hundred thousand dollars is your bond.”
“My…bond?”
“Your bond. You’ve read the rule, correct?” Judge Gemmill frowned and picked up a piece of paper from the dais. “Rule 65(c) provides that ‘no restraining order or preliminary injunctions shall issue except upon the giving of security by the applicant, in such sum as the court deems proper.’ ” Judge Gemmill peered over the top of her glasses at Mary, who froze in place.
A hundred thousand dollars? Where am I go
“Counsel, as you know, I ca
A hundred thousand dollars is nominal? Plus, if I lose at trial, I lose the hundred thousand, too? Which I don’t have? Is that even possible?
“DiNunzio!” called a voice, and Mary turned to the gallery.
Be
Really? Mary looked at Be
“I’d bet on you any day.” Be
“Thank you,” Mary said, and resisted hugging her, but just barely.
In the next moment, a defeated Justin Saracone stormed past her and out the bar of court, with his unhappy lawyer hurrying behind.
Forty-Nine
The Four Seasons Hotel was where Philadelphia lawyers went to celebrate, and Mary, Judy, and Be
An hour or so later, Be
“You’re very welcome, my dear.” Mrs. Nyquist smiled graciously.
“You saved the case, the day, my career, and most of the city.”
“Not hardly.”
“In fact, I think I love you.”
“I like you just fine, too, Mary. We did have fun, watching Conan.”
“We did. You’re the best date I’ve had in a long time.”
“That isn’t saying much,” Mrs. Nyquist offered, and they both laughed.
Mary raised a glass. “One more toast. To no more blind dates!”
“Here, here!” Mrs. Nyquist cheered, toasting.
They laughed again, and Mary couldn’t remember if she’d thanked Mrs. Nyquist, and even if she did, it was worth repeating. “Helen, thank you so much for testifying today.” Then she remembered how tight money was for Mrs. Nyquist. “And please, let me pay for your airfare and travel. That’s standard for witnesses, and the least I can do.”
“No, thank you. I won’t hear of it. I never charge anything, but I charged this.”
“Please, please, please let me pay.”
“No.” Mrs. Nyquist paused. “As much as I like you, Mary, I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Amadeo.”
“All the more reason.”
“Although I admit, I’d thought you’d use that contract in a murder trial, not some patent doodah.”
“I wish I could have. But Gio died after I got back from Missoula, I guess you heard.”
“Yes.”
They both fell silent a minute, and Mary took a swig of Diet Coke, as an antidote to champagne. There were so many questions she was dying to ask Mrs. Nyquist, but she couldn’t go there. She sipped her Coke and listened to the lovely piano music. The pianist had segued into “I’ll Be Seeing You,” which Mary knew she wasn’t supposed to like anymore, but still did. She felt suffused with the wonderful feeling of having won. For Amadeo. And the bittersweet feeling of having it all end, and having to let him go.
Mary raised her glass. “To Amadeo.”
“To Amadeo.” Mrs. Nyquist smiled, raised her glass, and they clinked and sipped. “I guess you know, he and I were in love,” she confessed, softly.
Mary let the hushed words linger.
“Gio used to bring Amadeo around the office, and Amadeo and I became friends. He was shy, but I tried to teach him a few words in English. Pencil. Pen. Then one day, he fixed my typewriter. The p key stuck, and the r. Always those two.” Mrs. Nyquist smiled. “I guess I kind of got a crush on him, from that day on. His wife was still alive at the time. He fixed the radio on my desk, and it wasn’t even broken that bad. He took it apart, cleaned it, and put it back together again, and it got better reception after that.” She shrugged, remembering. “Some girls like roses, and others like things fixed, I guess.”
“I’d like both.” Mary smiled.
“Then after his wife passed away, Amadeo was so blue all the time. My heart just went out to him, and our friendship, well, it turned into love.” Mrs. Nyquist sighed heavily, and her hooded gaze met Mary’s, on the level. “I’m not proud of it. I was a married woman. Aaron was so busy with the camp and his career, but that’s no excuse.”
Mary didn’t say anything, but she didn’t judge, either.
“Aaron knew about my feelings for Amadeo, or at least he suspected. Even from early on, when I had my crush, he could tell. Later I found out he was having one of his men keep an eye on Amadeo, in the camp, from even before our affair began.”