Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 25

Here's chapter 25!!

I apologize for putting the story on hold, but I thought I should put that out there, so you guys don't think that I'm just ending the story where it is.  I have so much more instore for you guys.  :)

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 Braxton’s POV

I watch as the taxi drives off with Kansas.  I know she’s right about what happened with Rockwell, but I still can’t believe she left the way she did.  The way this day is going, it looks to be a shitty one.  I jump in the car and make the drive to work.  I park in my spot, climbing out and locking the door.  By the time I step off the elevator on my floor, I’m pissed off at everything and everyone around me.  Sarah is sitting at her desk.  She looks up at me smiling as I walk towards her, “Good morning Mr. Cooper.”

“Not really,” I mumble as I walk past her into my office.  I toss my briefcase on my desk with a loud thump.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Cooper?” Sarah asks from the doorway of my office.

“No… And I don’t want to talk about it either.  If you could, just leave me to do my work today.”

“Sure thing.”  She turns to walk out, closing the door behind her.  Just before she closes the door, I shout, “Wait!  Has anyone called for me this morning?”

“No.  Are you expecting a call?”

I shake my head, “No.  I was just wondering.  You can go.”

“Okay,” she says looking a little confused.  She shuts the door, leaving me to work in silence.  Before I start my work, I call Kansas.  The phone rings a few times before going to voicemail.  Apparently she’s still mad about what happened.  I get to work on my current case and take a look at the two new cases I was assigned the other day.  About an hour into working, Sarah comes across on the intercom, “Mr. Cooper?”

“Yes,” I say half annoyed.

“I have some people here to see you.”  A slight panic starts to set in.  Maybe Rockwell did report me to the authorities. 

“I’m a little busy.  Who is it?”  I can hear some talking in the background.  “It’s Mr. and Mrs. Luedtke.”

I let out a sigh of relief, “Okay.  Send them in.”  I close up the case files before getting up to greet them.  Sarah opens the door, ushering them inside.  I reach my hand out to shake theirs, “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Luedtke.  What can I do for you?”  Mr. Luedtke shakes my hand, “My wife and I wanted to talk to you about what we do next?”

“Please, have a seat.” I point to the chairs in front of my desk.  I walk around, sitting down in my chair.  “I apologize for the outcome yesterday.  I did not expect the jury to find him guilty on only two of the counts.  I was confident that he would be found guilty for all three.”

Mrs. Luedtke lowers her head, staring at her hands in her lap.  Mr. Luedtke speaks up, “We don’t blame you.  We know that you did your best.  Usually when it comes to city attorney’s they aren’t that good.  When we found out that you were the prosecution, we knew we were in good hands and that you would do everything you could to get him convicted.  And actually, you did do that.  He might not have been found guilty for what he did to our daughter, but at least he’ll be spending the rest of his life behind bars.”