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  IN THE DEFENDANT’S

  LYNN YVONNE

  In the Defendant’s Chair

  An Agency Book

  by Lynn Yvonne Moon

  © Copyright 2014 Lynn Yvonne Moon

  ISBN 978-1-94019-282-6

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means – electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other – except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. The characters are both actual and fictitious. With the exception of verified historical events and persons, all incidents, descriptions, dialogue and opinions expressed are the products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

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  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  CHAPTER 42

  CHAPTER 43

  CHAPTER 44

  CHAPTER 45

  CHAPTER 46

  CHAPTER 47

  CHAPTER 48

  CHAPTER 49

  CHAPTER 50

  CHAPTER 51

  CHAPTER 52

  CHAPTER 53

  CHAPTER 54

  CHAPTER 55

  CHAPTER 56

  CHAPTER 57

  CHAPTER 58

  CHAPTER 59

  CHAPTER 60

  CHAPTER 61

  CHAPTER 62

  CHAPTER 63

  CHAPTER 64

  CHAPTER 65

  CHAPTER 66

  CHAPTER 67

  CHAPTER 68

  CHAPTER 69

  CHAPTER 70

  CHAPTER 71

  CHAPTER 72

  CHAPTER 73

  CHAPTER 74

  CHAPTER 75

  CHAPTER 76

  CHAPTER 77

  CHAPTER 78

  CHAPTER 79

  CHAPTER 80

  CHAPTER 81

  CHAPTER 82

  CHAPTER 83

  CHAPTER 84

  CHAPTER 85

  CHAPTER 86

  CHAPTER 87

  CHAPTER 88

  CHAPTER 89

  CHAPTER 90

  CHAPTER 91

  CHAPTER 92

  CHAPTER 93

  CHAPTER 94

  CHAPTER 95

  CHAPTER 96

  CHAPTER 97

  CHAPTER 98

  CHAPTER 99

  CHAPTER 100

  CHAPTER 101

  CHAPTER 102

  CHAPTER 103

  EPILOGUE

  PROLOGUE

  THE STORM RAGED against the icy rain falling ruthlessly from the cold and dark clouds. Frozen pellets bounced off the windows as loud howling cries of unforgiving wind echoed through the house. The small wooden frame vibrated with each angry gust.

  “It’s going to be an ugly night,” Alex commented picking up the small child’s jacket from the back of the sofa. He dropped the miniature item onto the coat rack and smiled at his wife who stood at the kitchen door, arms folded against her chest. A loud bang exploded and she jumped as an eerie chill ran up her spine.

  “What was that?” she asked.

  “Probably just a branch from an old tree,” he replied glancing out the window. “I’m sure I’ll have a mess to clean up tomorrow.”

  “Well, since it’s nasty outside,” Early said taunting him with her swaying hips. “I’ll get your fire going if you start a real one. I’m going to check on the kids.”

  “Mmmm,” he mumbled. “You have a deal.”

  Early ran her fingers through her fine golden brown hair and grinned. There was nothing better than making love by a warm fire on a cold winter’s night. The wind continued to howl with such force the house trembled with each freezing wave.

  I love winter, she thought walking down the hallway.

  Early turned twenty-seven a week ago, a young woman just entering her prime. It felt cozy as her bare feet hit the soft hallway carpet. She could only think of her anxiously awaiting husband in the other room.

  Early opened Daren’s door first and prayed the child was asleep. Daren’s a healthy, rambunctious seven-year-old who would rather have his teeth pulled than go to bed. As she approached him, Early had to laugh. Daren was on his back with his head on the floor and his butt and legs on his bed, sound asleep.

  “Oh my,” Early sighed as she lifted him back into his bed. She covered him and kissed his forehead. Before leaving, she whispered, “I love you baby.”

  After Daren it was time to check on the twins, Nevada and Dakota, beautiful three-year-olds she devoted her life to. She tiptoed into their room and could not help but smile. As usual, they were not in their beds but curled up together on the floor between layers upon layers of blankets and pillows.

  “Well,” she whispered with a twinkle in her eye, “I’m sure glad I bought those heavy-duty pajamas.” Leaving them to their slumber, she closed their door.

  Early began to undress in the hallway. By the time she reached the living room, her bare skin tingled from the cool air.

  “Wonderful,” Alex stated not removing his eyes from his striking wife of nine years.

  She swayed into his arms. After a long and wanting kiss, Early stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt. Alex handed her a glass of wine as he took a small sip of his, she followed his moves and took several small drinks. He kissed her sitting both glasses on the mantel. He touched and caressed her body, his fingers reaching every place he could find to excite her. They dropped to the floor, their legs entwined. Each slowly becoming more a part of the other as their thoughts and desires merged.

  Early slid down between Alex’s legs and his desire swelled. She engulfed his warmth with slow rhythmic movement. She could tell he wanted to explode between her lips. But before he could reach his limit, Early withdrew and gazed up at him. She smiled and he smiled back with a tear in his eye.

  “Tell me what you wan
t baby,” he begged. “You want to ride?”

  Without responding, Early straddled his waist and slowly guided him into her. He reached up and fondled her firm breasts and excited nipples. As the movement of her thighs and hips increased, his fingers squeezed more firmly against her. She pulled him in deeper rubbing her secret place against his as fast and hard as her hip muscles would allow. Early felt a sudden release of love and longing as she squeezed against his hardened love. Her back arched and she moaned. Alex was next. He exploded inside her as his hands gripped her hips in the heat of the excitement. He moved her back and forth until his strength was gone.

  She fell with exhaustion onto his chest and absorbed his love. The rise and fall of his breathing filled her with devotion. Early raised her head until their breaths met. As he exhaled, she inhaled. They were now one with each other.

  “I love you, Alex,” Early whispered into his rising and lowering chest.

  Gasping for another breath, Alex whispered, “I love you, baby, and don’t you ever forget it.”

  They lay together as one until sleep engulfed them. Early slept peacefully next to her husband. She loved him more than life itself; there was nothing Early would not do for him. That night, Early’s dreams were peaceful and serene. She was happy with her life, the only life Early knew.

  Chapter 1

  APRIL 7TH - 9:37 A.M.

  Early heard everything being said, but she couldn’t understand a word. Her mind started spinning.

  Are they speaking English? Yes… yes, she tells herself, they are, but the language is different—foreign. Sounds are echoing in my ears; oh the pain! The sound hurts… It must be the level of the noise that’s confusing… my vision is blurred; I see nothing. Vagueness… haze… no wait, the room is exactly as it’s supposed to be. But where am I?

  Early reached up and rubbed the side of her face. She could hardly feel her hand against her skin. Am I dreaming? Yes, that must be it. What’s the last thing I remember? Think, Early… think. Oh yes, making love with Alex. But when did we go to bed? Early could not remember going to bed after making love that night. Perhaps Alex carried her into the bedroom? No, she wouldn’t have slept through that; she’s too light of a sleeper.

  Early heard a booming noise that startled her.

  “Objection!” The deep male voice echoed through her ears. Her stomach began to tighten, then everything was dark again, peaceful and quiet.

  April 14th - 10:02 a.m.

  Early startled awake, again to another booming voice.

  “Order… I demand order in my court. Both attorneys approach the bench, now!”

  It’s a man’s voice, but it isn’t Alex speaking, Early tells herself. Whose voice is it? It sounds familiar, perhaps the television, did someone leave it on all night? What’s wrong with me? My children, why haven’t they asked for breakfast? Headache, my God how my head hurts.

  Pain envelops her and then, again, a strange but peaceful quiet engulfs her and everything fades far, far away into the distant darkness.

  May 21st - 2:21 p.m.

  Early’s darkness yielded to light. Muffled noises became sharper.

  There’s brightness all around me, it must be morning. Did Alex oversleep again? I really must get moving or Daren will be late for school… I just hate to be rushed. My God my head hurts.

  “Your Honor, please,” a voice boomed, jarring Early from her private thoughts. “We all know how long this will take if we cannot get through at least one question without this constant interruption.”

  I’m not dreaming, Early thought. That is real.…

  Early glanced down and saw her hands; they were shaking. She was not in her bed. She wasn’t in her house. Where am I? Glancing around as best she could, Early realized it was not her television making the loud noise. The sound was coming from all around—front, back, and from her sides. The tips of her fingers tingled. She frantically rubbed them together, desperate to stop the strange crawling sensation running up her arms. She reached out for her warm blankets. Early wanted—needed—to feel safe and secure. But her blankets were not there. She had to be dreaming, she just had to be.

  The room began to spin and a gnawing sensation nagged deep within her jaws. Floating and twirling around the room, Early felt confused and sick. This had to be a dream. There could be no other explanation. She reached out again for her bed covers but felt something hard instead of soft.

  The dresser? Am I touching my dresser? What’s it doing way over here?

  The more she groped around at her surroundings, the more she realized she was not in bed. She was confused and it terrorized her, sickening her even more. She couldn’t think. Her hands reached up to scratch her head, but instead she pressed her palms against her eyes to try to stop the wild spinning. The noise, muffled words… shuffling shoes… stop… please stop!

  I’m sitting in a chair. Get a hold of yourself, Early.

  Hard wooden-arms hugged her. But Early doesn’t own any chairs with wooden arms.

  I’m in a chair, a real hard chair.

  Fear was rising from deep within and spreading throughout her veins attacking the farthest points of her sanity.

  “Your Honor, that wasn’t a question,” a voice huffed. “It’s clear he’s leading the witness. I object.”

  Early exhaled a deep breath slowly. After blinking several times, her eyes began to focus. She skimmed the room for something familiar—anything. She had never seen this room before. But how could that possibly be? No, something is terribly wrong. A table, a wooden table is in front of me. It’s not my kitchen table. Next to her sat a man in a dark suit wearing a bright red tie, arguing with the man standing in the middle of… of the…

  “COURTROOM!” Early screamed.

  Gradually the voices around her rose to the level of complete chaos before the judge slammed his gavel against his desk and commanded, “ORDER! Order in my court. Bailiff!”

  “She spoke!” someone sitting behind Early shrieked.

  The man sitting next to Early grabbed her arm. “My God,” he whispered. “Early? Can you hear me?”

  “What’s going on? Where am I?” Early cried. “Who are you? Where am I?”

  Early jerked her arm and backed as far away as she could. The bailiff hurried toward them. Early’s fear was growing faster than her mind could comprehend.

  “What’s happening?” she screamed.

  “My God,” the stranger repeated.

  “Order… I demand order!” the judge yelled as the other voices continued to get louder.

  The people behind her were moving about and talking out of sync with each other. The confusion and disorder was growing as every second passed. The judge sat stunned, trying to compose himself and bring calm to the chaos. The woman, the defendant, who had been silent for the last several months was suddenly talking. The crazy, evil and comatose woman who slashed her children into tiny unrecognizable pieces while they slept, and who stabbed her husband over a hundred times, was suddenly awake and speaking. Early grabbed her ears and screamed for her husband to help her. “Alex… Alex, where are you?”

  Chapter 2

  “DOC, ANY IDEA of what’s going on?”

  “None whatsoever,” Dr. Timothy Barnes answered while scratching the top of his balding head. “It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen. She has no memory of the last several months.”

  “I knew something wasn’t right, I just knew it,” Drake Anderson surmised.

  Since passing the bar exam only a few months ago, Drake was a rookie trial lawyer fresh out of law school. This would be a tough baptism, but he would give it his all, hoping at least he would be admired for a tough fight. Ever since he first met Early Sutton, Drake knew something seemed a little odd about his client. Although she answered some of his questions, her answers were always short and vague, almost to be the point of cryptic. Some of her answers didn’t make sense, nor did they have any relationship to the questions being asked. Then when their sessions were over, she would zo
ne out and sit comatose. Even when the gruesome enlarged pictures of her slaughtered family were plastered throughout the courtroom, only the accused, Early Sutton, remained calm and seemingly oblivious. When the judge asked if she knew why she was in court, Early simply stated in a low whisper, “I can’t go too?”

  He immediately called a recess, cleared the courtroom and ordered a medical evaluation. Was she, or was she not, awake and cognizant of her surroundings and circumstances?

  * * * * * *

  “Can I speak with her?” Drake asked, after the medical exam.

  Doc nodded his head but frowned. “Make it short. She’s upset. If I were you, I’d ask for a continuance so you can figure out what’s going on with that little lady of yours. If she’s faking it, she did her homework.”

  “Believe me when I say,” Drake warned grabbing the man’s arm. “She didn’t do it, and, I’m going to prove it.”

  “I wish you luck, my boy,” the Doc said yanking his arm from Drake’s grip. “But remember, the whole world has already tried and convicted her. Your ambitions are honorable, but what you are hoping to accomplish may not be within your reach.”

  “Since when am I not up to a challenge?” Drake shot back.

  The doctor stood silently as the young lawyer walked down the dark corridor. Doc shivered as a cold chill embraced him. The case against Early Sutton was an eerie mess.

  “Is it true?” a young guard asked, yanking the Doc from his private thoughts. “Is it true she just woke up in there?”

  “Something like that,” he replied, not wanting to give credence to the information that could be ammunition in the trial.

  “But she has to be faking it right? I mean who’d…”

  “Not necessarily,” the doctor replied leaving the guard with his unanswered questions.

  Chapter 3

  “PUSH BABY, PUSH.”

  “I’m pushing!” the woman yelled. “Will you just shut up?”

  “Okay, Marty, all I need is one good one and she’ll be here,” the doctor urged.

  Marty lay back down and took a deep breath, but as she did she gave her husband an evil glare. This was their third child, and it was going to be a difficult birth.