“It is if it saves your ass!”
Stephen crowded his attorney back another few steps. “You work for me. Remember that.” No way was his high-priced lawyer going to pin this on Hannah.
“Oh, I do. And that’s what I’m doing.”
Stephen gritted his teeth. “Don’t do it like that. Not again. Or I will perjure myself all the way to jail and this will be your first loss.”
“You’re insane.”
No, I’m in love. “Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
Stephen scrubbed his hands over his face, ran his fingers through his hair, wanting to pull it out over this entire mess.
Matt and the oldest McKinney brother, Tony, broke through the crowded hallway. “How you holding up?” Matt asked.
Stephen met his brother’s eyes, knew what he was thinking and not saying. This being the first time he’d set foot in a courtroom since the guilty verdict had been read against Tracy’s killers.
On top of that, he was being accused of something he didn’t do. The woman he loved thought their entire relationship was a lie. And he’d just lied in the courtroom and was prepared to do it again under oath. “Not so good.”
—
Thirty minutes later they filed back in, taking the same seats. Except for him. It was his turn in the hot seat.
The ADA wasted no time. “If Ms. Walker had gotten her way, the city wouldn’t have sold, correct?”
“I assume,” he answered.
“And if the city hadn’t agreed to the sale, your company, you specifically, would have lost a great deal of money in predevelopment for your project, isn’t that right?”
“I don’t know anything about that. I had no plans.”
“When did you sign the final contract to obtain ownership of—”
“I never signed anything.”
All business and attitude, the woman walked over and picked up what he assumed was the contract in question. “Is this not your signature?”
He looked at it, confirmed it was indeed for Hannah’s property. “No. It is not.” He spoke clearly, making no mistake. Never once taking his eyes from Hannah. Willing her to make eye contact, to believe him.
“Ten signatures were compared and the results say it is your signature.”
“I did not sign that paper. I’ve never even seen that paper.”
“So you’re saying what? That your signature was forged?”
“Well, since it’s my name, and I didn’t write it, yes. I’m saying it was forged.”
The lawyer sighed, changed gears. “What do you know about the canisters of acetone found in the woods near your home?”
“Nothing.”
“So you’ve never seen them before?”
“Never seen them. Never touched them. My prints weren’t on them, and if you remember, the fire chief already said even he couldn’t be sure that’s what was used.”
“Yes. I remember the testimony. Thank you.” She sneered at him. “You stated earlier, before you were sworn in, that you left Winnie, Ms. Walker’s palomino, outside the barn that day. Do you wish to change that statement?”
With his eyes on Hannah’s he answered, “No. I do not.”
“Do you understand the penalty for lying under oath?”
“Yes.” And he’d do it a million times to save her.
“So you left her horse out?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t remember. We’d gone riding and when we came back, I unsaddled her and put her in the turnout paddock.”
“Why did you go riding that day? Was it to get another look at the property your company was purchasing?”
“No.”
“What did you do?”
“We had a picnic.”
“Did you have sex with Ms. Walker?”
He took a second, hating to say things he knew she wouldn’t want said. “I was with Hannah, yes.”
“Sexually?”
He ground his teeth and gave the ADA a look filled with warning and hatred before he finally answered. “Yes.”
The lawyer gave the female judge a look. “A clever way for a man to distract a woman.”
Stephen brought his eyes back to Hannah, but she was looking down. Crying? He didn’t know his chest could be this tight and not crack. “I was the one distrac—”
“One more question, Mr. McKinney. If you didn’t sign that contract, who did? Do you know anyone who would be able to duplicate your signature in such an exact forgery?”
“Yes. Dave Pietro. My partner.”
The room dissolved into murmurs. Dave glared, then leaned to whisper in Camila’s ear. How had he not seen years ago what the man really was?
“The state calls Dave Pietro, Your Honor.”
The ADA worked Dave over for a while, not really caring who went down as long as someone did.
Stephen’s chest had hurt to the point he thought he might be having a heart attack as Dave laid it all out. How the city was first pursuing it as an eminent domain case, which was a shaky claim. Then they’d switched to intestacy after learning there was no will. Something he’d told Dave.
He looked over at Hannah then. Saw her face pale even more.
Chapter 46