Nancy Grace: Murder in the Courthouse

“I did, didn’t I?” Hailey answered Billings. She could actually feel the smile on her face, and she couldn’t seem to get rid of it. Plus, she didn’t seem to want to.

The elevator door opened at the fifth floor. “OK, Finch. You got her from here? I’ll get my car and meet you down at the exit. On the street. Then follow me. I got a great place that serves fresh collard greens and cornbread. Plus shrimp and grits. You’ll love it.” Billings stepped off the elevator and looked back.

“Yeah, man. I think I can get her to seven. I still don’t understand why…” The door slid closed as Finch continued his soliloquy and Billings disappeared from view.

“What floor are you, Finch?”

“Six. I’ll catch it on the way down so I can get you to your car,” Finch answered, obviously still wallowing in self-inflicted misery.

The elevator pinged and the door opened on seven. “Finch, stay in the elevator. I can make it. See, there’s my car right over there. If you get off, you’ll lose the elevator and this is the slowest elevator I’ve ever seen. Trust me, I’ve been taking it up to the top every morning since the trial started. It’s awful.”

“OK. You got your footing? You steady?” He held the elevator door for her as she stepped off, pushing against it to make it stay open past its computer-determined time.

“I’m good!” Hailey called over her shoulder as she made her way to her car. She’d parked it in the darkened, shady part of the garage and away from the bright sun. She opened the door. She didn’t even need the key; the crime techs had left it open when they got the trash and the tank valve early that morning.

Hailey could hear the elevator buzzing insanely at the door Finch was holding open. “See? I’m safe! I made it to the car all by myself! I’m getting in now! Go! I’ll see you outside the exit! Hurry! I’m starved! I haven’t eaten in thirty-six hours! You don’t want me to faint, do you?” From the car door, she threw him a smile as he finally let the elevator door close in front of him.

Hailey got in gingerly, slammed the car door, checked the rearview mirror, cranked up the car, and checked the rearview again before reversing out. Her shoulder was actually hurting and every time she moved a pain went through it. But she didn’t want Finch and Billings to worry any more than they already had. The look on Finch’s face when they rolled Hailey out of the courthouse was something she’d never forget. He was in tears.

And when Billings came bursting through the swinging doors at the ER, he was white as a ghost. He’d looked awful and knelt down beside her bed. She was pretty sure he was saying a silent prayer before he stood up fairly quickly and composed himself.

Hailey put it in drive and headed toward the ramp. Chase Billings. That was the issue. She lived in New York; he lived in Savannah. No way could he drop his career here. Her mind wandered back to the night they’d walked along the Savannah River. She slowed down as the car entered the dark area beside heavy concrete columns supporting the eighth, and top, floor above them in order to go back down. Wincing with pain, Hailey had to struggle to turn the wheel and maneuver the car onto the sixth level.

Only a slight movement alerted her. Before she could turn around, she saw him. In the rearview mirror. A man with ladies’ panty hose over his face.

“Bitch, you’re gonna die, if it’s the last thing I do.” Hailey screamed out loud just as a sharp cord cut into her neck, pulling her hard back against the seat’s headrest. Her foot hit the brake then let go, and the car sped straight ahead, crunching into the concrete wall in front of it.

Clawing at the cord, Hailey tried to scream again. He pulled it tighter. In the back of her mind, she knew she only had a minute or two before the cord would complete its evil dance and she’d run out of air.

She forced herself to stop clawing at her own neck, and her hands searched on their own for anything… anything she could use. The cord hurt so much; her hands flew back to it, trying to loosen it for even one gasp of air.

No good. The gun… Finch’s gun, that he leant her. It was under the seat. She tried in vain to reach down to it.

He kept talking, spitting out the words through the tan panty hose. “You did it. It’s your fault. And now… you’re gonna die. I knew you were trouble the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Suddenly she recognized the voice. It matched the dark hair and deep brown eyes. It was Todd Adams, his eyes wild behind the nylon, his mouth a grotesque gash in his face.

“And yeah… before you go to hell, Hailey Dean… I want you to know… I killed her. I killed her. I hated her. I hated her face and her breath in the morning and her swollen feet and her endless dribbling about the baby this and the baby that . I hated her with all my heart. I’d rather rot on death row than be married to her. I wrapped a cord around her fat white neck and I strangled her. Just like I’m gonna strangle you… dead. You gonna beg, Hailey? She begged, Hailey; she begged me not to kill her… to save the baby. But that’s just what I didn’t want. A baby out of her belly. She made me sick. And now… it’s your turn. You can die knowing that the only people who know what happened to that cow and the baby are all dead… including you. This is what you get for messing with my mother. Without you… they don’t have a case. Kiss it good-bye, Hailey Dean… I’ll see you in hell.”

Todd Adams yanked the cord tight with his fists. Hailey fought with all her might. It was no use but she kept fighting. For one brief moment, she saw Will in front of the car. He was somehow standing between the car and the concrete wall.

He looked straight into her eyes, and it was the moment Hailey had been waiting for all this time… since Will was taken away from her. Since he was murdered. They were together again now, finally.

A feeling of complete peace like nothing she’d ever known came over her, and she knew, ironically, the most joy she’d felt since Will died. Their years apart melted away.

In her last moment, Hailey reached out to Will… to hold him again… to hold him now and forever. Hailey’s head slumped over onto her left shoulder; her arms dropped down to her sides.

When her arms dropped, her hand felt the side pocket on the door, stuffed with a map, a water bottle… and a pen. Her lucky pen. The Tiffany pen a victim’s family once gave her after a guilty verdict during her first years as a prosecutor. It had a black silk cord around it, and she’d worn it around her neck during nearly every jury trial she had ever tried.

There was Will at her car door now. He seemed to be telling her something, gesticulating. She got it. And in one mighty heave, in a surge of power summoning all the strength she had left, she turned and stabbed.

The pen’s sharp end made contact, digging through flesh and veins. A shriek came from behind her, the cord loosened, and she jerked it away from her, breathing as deeply as she could. Forgetting the pain in her shoulder and the blood now seeping from the delicate skin around her neck, she turned to look in the back seat.

The car was silent. Deathly silent. Todd Adams was sprawled on the back seat, Hailey’s silver pen still protruding from his neck. His mouth hung open against the stocking. The blood didn’t make a sound as it pumped, high-pressured, from the carotid artery just under his chin, forming a river of red going down his neck and chest and pooling under him on the car seat and the floorboard below.

With the strength she had left, Hailey went over the seat and clamped both hands hard over the wound, pushing the pen to the side. Blood poured between her fingers and out from the sides of her palms. She pushed harder.