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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 16a (M/F) (381 lines)
January 19, 1998

This is about the twentieth section (I may have lost count because of split-
chapter uploads) of a book that runs 31 chapters plus an epilogue.  This
chapter is divided into three parts purely for upload purposes.  Please put
them together.  There's only one (1) chapter 16!

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  There is an addendum, however.  This book contains a
PLOT!  Accordingly great care should be exercised so as not to overtax one's
gray cells.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 16a

Spring had arrived in Norfolk.  Kathy was in her accustomed pose and in her
usual chair in Peter Mahoney's office.  He was looking at her with a wry
smile, while she looked at him with what he termed her "bright little Junior
League face."  Their respective attitudes had developed to the point of being
a joke shared between them.  In the six months since Kathy had joined the
staff, they had developed a mutual fondness and respect.  Peter masked his
affection with gruffness, while Kathy screened hers with her little smile.
Pete was impressed.  For the first time in memory, the momentum in the war on
crime appeared to have shifted to the law enforcement agencies.  All the
reports he received were that police morale was the best it had ever been.
They were attacking, rather than fighting a rearguard action.  And it was
Kathy who had done it.  He saw his job as being to get her the tools she
needed and keep others out of her way.

He looked at her steadily.  With a deadpan expression he said, "I hear WTAR is
changing the name of it's news show.  It's going to be 'Eyewitness News
Starring Kathy Smith.'  For chrissakes, they can't *have* a show without
footage of Kathy to open on.  Kathy at the courthouse after a conviction.
Kathy at a police station handling a booking...  Come on, for chrissakes!
There *are* other things happening in the world outside Norfolk!  Keep this up
and the first mention of war being declared would follow the first commercial
break!"  Peter grinned and added,  "You are doing a great job.  I understand
that we're close to 100 arrests of people on the list.  By the way, when are
you going to put out a new one?"

"That's a good question, Pete, and I'm glad you brought it up.  We started
with a list of 163 names.  There are fewer than seventy left at large.  The
police are really going at it.  For the first time a list is *shrinking*.
They're used to stacks of cases that just grow larger.  New files are added at
the top of the stack faster than they come off the bottom.  The pile just gets
bigger.  This pile is shrinking and they're charged up.  I don't want them to
lose that momentum.  It's the most powerful weapon we've got!  On the other
hand, intelligence reports that some guys on the list haven't been seen around
town in weeks.  Presumably, they've moved out of town to what they hope to be
more hospitable surroundings than Norfolk has provided lately.  Obviously,
we're not going to get those guys unless they come back just to help us close
our files.  It's a fine line, Pete.  What do you think?"

Mahoney was impressed.  Kathy never just did things, she thought about them.
Her observations were dead accurate:  It *was* a fine line.  Police were gung
ho.  "Let's sleep on it Kathy, and see how it goes.  I agree with your
analysis, as usual.  Damn it, girl!  All I've done since you got here is agree
with you.  Who's in charge around here, anyway?" he demanded.

With her usual grace Kathy went down on her knees on the floor and bowed from
her waist until her forehead touched.  She folded in half like a jackknife and
slowly straightened with a smile.  "You are, oh mighty lion!  You are in
charge here!"

Pete grinned and threw an eraser at her which, as usual, she effortlessly
ducked.  "Just so you don't forget!"

That evening the news led with the story that the 100th man on the list had
been arrested.  He had been surprised by a police stakeout team while trying
to rob a liquor store at noon.  Kathy appeared on the screen announcing the
arrest and praising the great police work.  Every available local politician
was there to take a bow for the TV cameras.  She went into the kitchen to fix
her dinner when the phone rang.  It was Julie.

"Kathy, I've got a huge favor to ask.  Honey, *no one* knows about this call.
There is a terrible miscarriage of justice in progress.  This afternoon a boy
was arrested for rape.  It seems he and his girl were in a sleaze-bag motel.
You know the kind: where they rent rooms by the hour?  Anyway, they were in
their room going at it.  What they didn't know was that the operator was
making money on the side by hiding TV cameras in the rooms.  It's sort of a
do-it-yourself porno movie without hiring the talent.  We resent that, by the
way... all these damned amateurs.  Anyway, they have this girl on videotape
saying 'no, no, it hurts.'  You know the stuff.  The girl was all confused and
signed all sorts of things.  One of the things she signed was a rape
complaint.  I don't know what really happened but I'm damned sure it wasn't
what that idiot, Hannigan, thinks.  They're throwing the book at the guy and
trying to wrap it into your Dangerous Criminals thing.  That sleaze bag is
trying to horn in on your act.

"Kathy, it's bigger than those clowns know.  The guy is the son of the top
boss here in Norfolk.  The girl is the daughter of the top man in
Philadelphia.  She's a house guest of my boss and the shit has hit the fan!
The kids are engaged to be married.  Kathy, you could prevent a major war!
The kids are good kids, by the way.  I have to level with you, Hon.  There are
big risks for you.  If you get involved, the story may come out and you would
look like you are washing Mafia linen.  It could wreck your operation.  I
don't have to tell you that the people, the press and the police are all on
your side.  But there are scum out there who resent being moved out of the
limelight.  They would cut you down in two seconds if they thought they could.
If this blows, they'd be on you like the pack of jackals they are."

Kathy didn't hesitate.  "I need some more information, Julie.  Where are they
holding the boy, and where is the girl?"  Julie named the station house in
South Norfolk.  She said that Hannigan was even holding the girl in custody as
a material witness.  "I'll do what I can, Julie.  Keep in touch, though.  I
may need to communicate with your man through you and I don't know your phone
number and don't want to know.  Now I've got to move."

Kathy knew Mike Hannigan.  He was Pete's least-liked assistant.  As Peter told
her once, "He crawled out of the woodwork the day I arrived.  I can't get rid
of him so I just ignore him."

Kathy called Pete at home.  He came to the phone at once and knew it was
important.  Kathy never called him at home unless it was.  He sensed, too,
that this was no time for jokes.  "What's up, kid?" he asked.

Kathy said, "I have a favor to ask Pete.  There's a rape case in South Norfolk
Hannigan is running.  I would like you to move him out and let me take over.
It's important."

Pete asked no questions.  He trusted Kathy to have good reasons and knew she
had good judgment.  He said, "Gee, Kathy, I'm glad you called.  There's a very
important rape case in South Norfolk I want you to handle personally.
Hannigan's on it now, but I have to use him on something else.  I hate to
spoil your evening, but I would appreciate it if you could get down there
right away."

Kathy grinned, and played along.  Pete couldn't keep from joking.  "The guy
who's trying to get into my pants won't like it, chief, but for you,
anything!"  She knew that Pete could hear laughter in her voice.  She became
serious, "Thank you very much, Pete.  I appreciate your trust and will respect
it."

Kathy had recently purchased a new BMW.  Tonight, with the highways clear of
traffic, she opened it up and nearly flew to the South Norfolk station.  When
she arrived, Hannigan was on the phone.  He was obviously arguing with Peter,
an argument he couldn't win and didn't.  He slammed the phone back in its
cradle.  "Pete has taken me off the case for something bigger.  It's yours,
now."  He stalked out of the station without another word.  Kathy wondered
what "more important case" Pete had cooked up.  She didn't worry.  He could be
very creative.

She met Sergeant Tucker who had led the vice squad raiding party.  The esteem
in which Hannigan was held by the police was as low as Kathy's was high.  It
was obvious he was pleased to see Hannigan off the case.  "Miss Smith, it's a
genuine pleasure to meet you.  I think you're doing a wonderful job, and I
don't have to tell you that we think you walk on water."  Kathy sat down and
asked him about the case.  "Honestly, Miss Smith..."

"It's Kathy, Sergeant.  At least all the officers who stop me for speeding on
the Expressway call me Kathy.  But I guess they see me enough so we should be
on a first-name basis by now."  She smiled and Tucker melted.

"My name's Tom, Kathy.  And this case stinks to high heaven.  Hannigan was on
the raid -- why I'm not sure -- and he ran everything.  The trouble is all the
damn wheels are turning.  If it had been me I would have sent the kids home
with a spanking, but Hannigan said it's rape, so now it's rape.  The problem
is, Kathy, it can stick.  We have the video tape with the girl saying 'Stop,
Tommy, stop!  You're hurting me.'  Tests taken -- against her will, by the way
-- show traces of semen.  That's really all it takes."

"Tom, who are the kids?"

"That's another thing that's funny.  The girl's name is Cynthia Agnelli.  She
won't give an address.  The boy is booked as Tom Doe on the strength of the
tape.  No last name.  She won't say, and he refuses to answer any questions.
I told him he could make a telephone call when he was booked, but he refused.
The kid is scared shitless -- pardon my language -- but won't say a word.  The
girl just sits in a holding cell, crying.  What do you want me to do?"

"I want to get this case on track, Tom.  If it's really rape I'll throw the
book at him.  If it's a miscarriage of justice, I'll stop it.  May I see the
girl, please?  And let's get her the hell out of this shit-hole right now.
Pardon my language," she said with a grin.

Tom grinned back at her and started to relax.  'Kathy Smith might be young,'
he thought, 'but she's a real pro.  She has all the ink and TV time she can
handle.  She's not going to let this turn into a three-ring circus!'

Kathy and Tom went to the sergeant in charge of the holding tank.  He
immediately recognized Kathy.  "Sergeant, I am taking custody of the witness
and will be responsible for her.  What do I sign?"  Kathy signed for the
prisoner and waited.  A few minutes later a terribly frightened girl was
escorted out.  Kathy held out her hand.  "Hello, Cynthia.  My name is Kathy
Smith.  I'm an assistant district attorney of Norfolk County.  I've been
assigned to handle your case."

Cynthia was obviously frightened, but her training came out, "How do you do,
Miss Smith..."  That was as far as she could go as she looked around.

"Are you looking for something, Cynthia?" Kathy asked.

"That man..." she said with hatred audible in her voice.

"Oh!  You must mean Mr. Hannigan.  He's been taken off the case.  I hope you
don't mind?"

The relief in Cynthia's face was obvious.  She even tried a small smile.  "Not
at all, Miss Smith.  What are you going to do?"

"The first thing I'm going to do is get you out of here.  I'm afraid Tom will
have to spend the night.  He's booked on a felony charge."  When she said the
words, Cynthia broke down in tears.  It was obvious to Kathy that the poor
girl had spent most of the day in tears and was an emotional basket case.  She
led her to the car, helped her in and drove back to her apartment.  After
showing the girl where things were in her room, she found a high necked
flannel nightgown for her to wear and helped her into bed.  Then Kathy called
Jane's private number.  A few moments later a passion-filled voice answered
with, " Uh... Hello?"

Kathy grinned to herself.  "For chrissakes, don't you and Bob do *anything*
besides imitating rabbits!"  No words were spoken as she heard the two reach
orgasm together.  Kathy put the tele phone on speaker while she undressed and
waited for Jane to come back on the line.

Minutes later Jane spoke on the phone, "The answer to your question is no.
Unlike some other people I know, we're poor.  We can't afford a 25-meter
swimming pool outside our bathroom.  A girl's got to get her exercise
somehow!"  Jane's voice became serious, "What's up?"

Kathy quickly filled her in, knowing that the secrets would be safe.  Finally,
she got to the point of the call, "Look, Jane, you understand the situation.
Could you babysit my guest in the morning while I play girl DA?  Could you get
here at seven?"

Jane said of course she would and then continued teasing Kathy.  Before she
hung up the phone, Kathy could hear her say lovingly,  "Come over here, Bob
Ferguson!  I'm not through with you yet."  The connection was broken.

Jane was in the apartment at seven, using her own key.  As Kathy gulped her
breakfast, Jane stretched like a tigress and lightly ran her fingers over her
loins.  "I had to miss my wake-up this morning!  I hope you appreciate the
sacrifice I'm making for you?"

As Kathy ran for the elevator, she wheeled and stuck out her tongue,
"Abstinence is good for you!"

The hearing was scheduled for nine o'clock.  Kathy had made sure that hers
would be the first case called.  "The People vs. Thomas Doe, please.  The
People vs. Thomas Doe."  Wearing handcuffs, Tom was led out by the bailiff and
was shown where to stand.

Kathy swallowed hard and thought, 'Here goes nothing!'  She approached the
bench.  "Your Honor, the state is dropping its charges against the defendant."
There was an audible gasp from the spectators in the courtroom.  Many of them
were court-watchers, people who spent their time attending trials and
hearings.  They were to jurisprudence what the knowledgeable fan is to
baseball: they knew the players and they knew the game.

This was a "man bites dog" story.  It was the first time Kathy Smith had ever
dropped a charge.  She was always going for the throat.  And she was death on
violent crime, certainly including rape.  As word of this reversal quickly
spread, reporters started to sidle into the courtroom.  Kathy continued, "The
complainant, Miss Agnelli, has withdrawn her complaint.  The state believes
the withdrawal is sincere.  Accordingly, the state is withdrawing its
charges."  Kathy had her fingers crossed as she looked at the judge.

He knew Kathy professionally and had developed a thorough respect for her.  He
looked at her thoughtfully for a few moments and then banged down his gavel.
"The case of the People vs. Thomas Doe is dismissed!  Next case."

Kathy went over to Tom Donetti who was standing utterly bewildered at the
change in fortune, while the bailiff unlocked his handcuffs.  "Tom, I'm Kathy
Smith.  You'll have to collect your things and sign out before you go.  I can
see I'm going to have to meet the press.  Please wait for me.  I must talk
with you before you leave."  Donetti went out the way he had come in to sign
out, while Kathy walked out the courtroom's main door.

As she expected, the press was waiting in force.  She led them into a room she
often used for these press conferences and closed the door.  "You seem to have
a bunch of questions.  Let's hear them," she said.  "There's just one thing.
This session is entirely off the record.  You're free to take any notes you
want.  When we finish, we'll see what goes on the record, okay?  Questions?"
There were none.  Kathy had called in a chit she knew she had with the press.
In her career she was always available and always on the record.  She knew how
to tell a story complete with headlines.  She was also spectacularly
photogenic, whether for still or TV cameras.  She knew the press owed her and,
more importantly, they knew it too.

"What happened in there, Kathy?" a reporter asked.

"A miscarriage of justice was just averted, is what happened.  A couple of
kids were fooling around where they shouldn't have been.  The motel operators
were getting free porno movies without having to pay the talent.  All the
rooms in that by-the-hour horror show are wired with TV cameras.  If the
action is good, the operator has a pornographic video to sell.  If it isn't,
he reuses the tape with the next sucker.  The book is being thrown at the
operator, by the way.  Anything else?"

"I just learned that Thomas Doe is Tom Donetti, the son of the top Mafia man
in town.  Why did you walk away from organized crime?  You're not afraid of
them, are you, Kathy?" another reporter said.  There had been a gasp when the
Mafia connection was mentioned.

Kathy ignored the buzz.  "I believe the name you have is correct.  However, I
think that's the only thing you said that is.  Thomas Donetti is vice
president of Eastern Virginia Trucking Company.  It is an ICC-regulated common
carrier which, I understand, is known for good service and good prices"

"And good Mafia connections," someone interjected.

Kathy ignored the interruption.  "Mr. Donetti is a college graduate.  He has
no arrest record of any kind, not even a speeding ticket.  His father has been
the subject of more grand jury and other investigations than anyone other than
his lawyers can count.  He has never been indicted.  You people are far closer
to the libel laws than I am.  Are you sure you want a libel suit on your
hands?"  Kathy had shot her bolt.  Now the question was whether the press
would buy what she was selling.

"What about the girl?" someone asked.

"What about the girl?  The poor kid is scared out of her wits!  And *she's the
victim*, for chrissakes.  Good question.  What about the girl?  She comes down
to Norfolk to visit her fiancé and his family.  She's busted and held in a
stinking holding tank in that shit-hole in South Norfolk for nearly twelve
hours.  Yeah, what about the girl?  She's terrified for her lover.  It's a
great way to plan for a wedding, isn't it!?"  It worked!  She could see the
reporters looking down at the floor.  They knew their papers' lawyers would
have a fit if they thought the word, Mafia, let alone printed it.  The boy
certainly didn't look like a criminal.  They could hear "press persecution"
already.  And then there was the poor girl.  No story.

"What would you like us to print, Kathy?" a friendly reporter asked.  "How
about a tiny police-blotter line saying that charges against Thomas Doe have
been dismissed?  Full stop."

Kathy turned on her most dazzling smile.  "Thanks, guys!  I really owe you!  I
think that would be a fine story."

The reporters smiled back.  They really liked this girl, and she was doing a
hell of a job.  They trusted her.  She came off the podium and circulated,
shaking hands and individually thanking them.  As he was leaving, one reporter
was thoughtful.  'I didn't get a story.  It's all dead.  So why do I feel so
good about it?' he wondered.

Kathy went out and found Tom Donetti waiting for her.  "Where is Cindy?" he
asked.  "Where have they taken her?"

Kathy liked him at once.  His first words were for his fiancée.  "That's what
I had to see you about, Tom."  She put out her hand and he took it in a firm
grip.  She liked the shape of his hands.  "She's at my apartment.  If it's
okay with you, I think it would be better if she stayed there awhile.  What do
you think?"

Tom Donetti was a little under six feet tall with dark hair and a dark tan.
He held her hand and looked into her eyes.  He liked what he saw.  "I think
it's a great idea.  My dad's going to have my hide," he said starting to grin,
"and the sight of my skin coming off would make Cindy cry."

"There's one thing, Tom.  Can you get her clothing over to my office fast?
The poor kid has nothing to wear.  And I need a number where I can reach you."

He gave her a set of numbers for various times.  "Miss Smith, could you do me
a favor?  Can you lend me some money for a phone call?  Mine disappeared
somewhere."  He smiled at her warmly and added,  "This favor is in addition to
the minor one you just carried off: Getting me out from under 20-to-life on
felony rape, of course."  Then he shuddered and said, "You just met with the
reporters.  What's going to happen?"

Kathy fished some coins out of her purse and passed them to Tom.  "They're
going to report the news, of course.  It will be in the fine print on the
police blotter column: rape charges against Thomas Doe were dismissed.  What
did you expect them to say?  And the name is Kathy.  I think we're about the
same age and you act like I'm some old woman!  You're disgusting!"  Her accom
panying smile took the sting out of her words.

Tom looked at her in utter disbelief.  Then his expression changed to a
beaming smile as he said, "Kathy, I owe you!  I'm not really as dumb as I act.
And yesterday I was all-galaxy dumb, I'm the first to admit.  But that's the
story they're going to print?"  Kathy nodded.  "That's all of it?"  She nodded
again.  "What about Cin?  What are they going to say about her?"

Kathy looked at him and frowned.  "What do you mean, 'say about her?'  They'll
say absolutely *nothing* about her.  She's the *victim* for chrissakes!"

"Kathy, I *know* what you've just done.  Not only are the charges dropped but
you made them disappear!  How many chits did you call in to make that happen?"
he asked shrewdly.  "Kathy, I swear to you, you will *never* be sorry for what
you did today!  Never!  Now I gotta dash.  I'm going to be late for my
skinning."

Kathy waited for him to return.  His call took awhile.  Kathy was nervous and
wanted to get home.  While she waited, she called the office and quickly
filled in Peter on what she had done and then said she would be taking a few
days off.  He told her to remind him to dock her pay.  She said baggage was
going to be dropped off for her and she would be by to pick it up.

Tom came back shaking his hand as if it were burned.  "That receiver got
*hot*!  I thought Dad would explode.  He was about to start tearing the city
apart to look for us.  While I was talking he got word that I was being held
on a rape charge, and he exploded again.  I told him that you had taken care
of it.  He went off again!  'Who did what!?'  God, I've never heard him so
upset.  So I told him that Kathy Smith had dropped all charges and taken steps
so that there would be nothing in the papers.  He said to tell you that I'm a
no-good bum but you knew that anyway.  But you, Kathy, are a genius and a
wonder worker.  He told me to be sure to thank you.  Cindy's clothes will be
at your office by the time you get there.  Kathy, I have to agree with
everything Dad said.  Particularly the parts about me being a bum and you
being a wonder worker."  He shook her hand and left the court house.  A black
limousine arrived for him as he reached the curb.

By the time Kathy retrieved Cynthia's luggage and returned to her apartment,
she was surprised to see it was not yet noon.  It had been a very eventful
morning.  She went in and found Jane sitting in a chair reading a book.  She
looked up and smiled, "Hi.  That was fast.  How did it go?  Cynthia is still
dead to the world in there."  Kathy quickly recounted the morning's events.
Jane regarded her fondly, "I'm glad to see you're still picking up fallen
sparrows and returning them to their nests.  Kathy, you joked about it, but
they were serious and I am serious.  You are a wonder worker!  Working wonders
comes so naturally to you it doesn't seem like such a big deal.  It is a big
deal!"  Jane glanced at her watch and yelped, "Gotta dash!  I'll be late for
my major work of the day!"  She gave Kathy a big grin and a wink as she ran
out of the apartment.

Kathy went to her room and changed into her favorite Levi's and a Yale sweat
shirt.  With her feet bare she entered the guest room where Cynthia was just
starting to awaken.  Kathy accelerated the process by opening the drapes to
allow the sunlight to spill into the room.  The girl stretched and opened her
eyes.  Suddenly, she looked terrified and jumped out of bed.  "We've got to
help him...  We've got..."

"Calm down, Cindy.  It's all taken care of," Kathy said.

The girl looked startled.  "How did you know?" she asked quizzically, "Tommy's
the only one who calls me that.  Have you seen him?  How is he?  Tell me!"

"Relax," said Kathy giving Cynthia a bathrobe to wear.  "Let's eat, and I'll
tell you all about it."  She went out to the kitchen and started preparing
breakfast.  Cynthia joined her and she poured the fresh coffee Jane had made.
"Tom is on his way home.  Charges were dismissed this morning.  I have your
luggage downstairs.  It was agreed that you might be better off here for a few
days.  Tom wants you to stay here, too."  She grinned at the girl, "He said to
tell you his father is going to skin him alive and the sight of him losing all
his skin and screaming might make you cry.  He wanted me to emphasize how
considerate he is of your feelings!  So there!"

Taking the joke as a sign that things really were all right, Cynthia smiled.
It was the first smile Kathy had seen on the girl's face and it lighted up her
features like sunshine.  Cynthia looked at her shrewdly.  "You did this for
us, didn't you, Kathy?  I've only been down in Norfolk for a few days, but I
already feel I know you... or at least know about you.  I must have seen you
on every newscast that's been on since I've been here.  Why did you do it?"

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