The Attorney (2 page)

"Enough with the boat," says Mary. "Our daughter wanted money. She always wanted money. That ticket was a curse. Without it she would have left Amanda alone. Left her with us and gone about her life, such as it was. But with all that money ... It was its own kind of narcotic."

"She came to me for money when she got out. Said she wanted to start a business. I said I wouldn't give her any. I knew the money would go into her arm, or up her nose, for drugs. Or to one of those burns she's habitually shacked up with. My daughter's taste in men leaves a lot to be desired. She is too attractive for her own good." He pulls his wallet out of an inside coat pocket, and from it he plucks a photograph. He hands it across the desk to me.

"She had her hair cut like Meg Ryan, the movie star.

Everybody kept telling her she looked like her." I look at the photo.

Her friends weren't lying. Jessica is blond, cute in a sexy kind of way.

Her short hair is cut in a pixie. The most endearing feature is her smile, which, if you stopped there, would mark her as the kid next door.

Her jeans look like they had been molded to her body, and a tank top leaves little to the imagination.

Slumped over her, hugging her from behind, is a guy in a leather vest and no shirt. I can see a tattoo on one arm and, though the picture is too indistinct, I can imagine needle tracks below the elbow.

"Jessica always seemed to collect the losers," says Jonah. "Tattoos up the ass. Worthless men living on the backs of motorcycles. You know the kind." He looks at me through a smoke veil and takes a puff.

"This is Mandy." Jonah hands me another snapshot. Mandy is in a school uniform. Her hair is tied in a neat ponytail with wisps escaping at the sides.

"Mandy's hair is a little longer now," says Mary. "At least I think it is. Unless they cut it."

"The police told us they do that sometimes. And dress 'em up to look like boys. So a picture in the paper, on a milk carton doesn't do any good," adds Jonah.

Harry looks at the photo of Jessica, an appraising eye. "How old is she?"

"Jessica's twenty-eight. She survives to be thirty, it'll be a miracle.

That's why we gotta get Mandy back. Different man with her mother every night. Some of them pretty bad."

"What about the girls father?" says Harry.

"Your guess is as good as mine," says Jonah. "Nobody ever came forward, and Jessica wasn't talking."

"Who has legal custody?" I ask.

"We had temporary custody when Jess went to prison. Now it's permanent.

Not that it does a damn bit of good.

"Jessica only got interested in Mandy after I won the lotto. Her message was clear. When she got out, she wanted money, and the collateral was Mandy. Unless I paid, she would be taking her back as soon as she got out. I offered to buy her a house. Of course I wouldn't put it in her name. I wasn't that foolish. She would have sold it first chance, pocketed the money, and run off. But just the same, I offered to put her up in a good home in the neighborhood where we live. To support her. But she didn't want any part of that.

Too many strings attached, she said."

"So you filed a petition for permanent custody?" says Harry.

"Right. We went to court. By that time there were a number of letters from Jessica in Corona. She hadn't been too smart. In the letters she threatened to take the child back unless we paid. This didn't put her in a very good light with the court. Though she had the legal right to take Amanda back, the court saw what was happening.

Mandy had become like a piece of property in a pawnshop.

Her mother would take money in return for leaving her with us, and when that was gone she'd come back for more."

"I take it Jessica's out of prison?" Harry asks.

"She got out six months ago," says Jonah. "Twenty-third of October. I remember the day exactly, because she came to the house. She was different. She looked different."

"Prison has a way of doing that," I tell him.

"No. It wasn't that. In fact, she was cleaned up. She looked better than I'd seen her in years."

"Prison life must have agreed with her," says Harry.

"I think it gave her some discipline. Focus in her life. Only she directed it in all the wrong ways," says Jonah. "She was well dressed.

Nothing fancy, mind you. Pair of slacks and a sweater. Wore these new glasses, wire-rims that made her look almost intellectual. She wanted to see Mandy. What could we do?"

"You let them visit?"

"In the living room of our home," he says. "Mandy's seen so little of her mother I didn't know how she'd react. When Jessica walked into the room, Mandy sort of collapsed, like someone had let all the air out of her." Jonah sighs.

"In the living room that day, I felt like someone was ripping the heart out of my chest. Mandy's stomach hurt for days afterward just from the stress of her mother's visit, the fact that she was back in her life.

Mary and I thought it might be good for them both if they could spend a little time together, get to know each other, ease in.

"But Jessica fell into old habits. She started to manipulate the child.

Wanted to take her home. Wherever the hell that was."

"Probably some halfway house," says Harry. "That's where they usually go out of the joint." "We said no. There was no way we could allow it.

Jessica looked me dead in the eye. Told me she was gonna get her child back come hell or high water. That I had no right to take her. This, after she'd abandoned the kid for the better part of eight years. She said she was going to fight me. In court if necessary. Outside the court if she had to."

"Did she?" I ask.

"She went to court. Got an order of visitation. That's when the trouble started."

"What kind of trouble?" says Harry.

"Jessica was allowed to take Mandy on weekends. Two weekends a month.

She would pick her up on Friday night and return her Sunday afternoon.

It went fine for the first month. Then in early December, they didn't come back until late Sunday night. Close to midnight. Each weekend she'd come back a little later than the weekend before. Like she was testing me."

"Why didn't you go back to court?"

"Because the lawyer I had told me that unless we had something substantial, a serious violation of the terms of visitation, the court wasn't likely to do anything except warn her. He said it would only make matters worse." Jonah's lawyer had a point.

"Then, finally, three weeks ago, she didn't bring Mandy back at all. We were frantic. I called the number where Jessica was supposed to be living. We were told she'd moved. They didn't know where. We called the police. They told us they couldn't do a thing-- not unless we had evidence that some crime had been committed.

We told them we had a court order of custody. They told us we'd have to go to court, ask the judge to hold Jessica in contempt for violating the order."

"But she brought her back?" says Harry.

Jonah nods. "Monday morning, ten o'clock Mandy comes through the front door, Jessica right behind her as if nothing had happened. And they weren't alone."

"One of Jessica's boyfriends?" says Harry.

Jonah shakes his head. "A woman."

"What woman?" I ask.

Jonah fishes in his pocket, pulls out a business card, and hands it to me. On the card in bold italic are the words; Women's Defense Forum Underneath it in letters larger than the organization's is the name: Zolanda "Zo" Suade. "Without so much as a how do you do, she's in my face," says Jonah. "This other woman. She tells me she knows all about me.

That because I have a lot of money, won the lottery, I think I can do whatever I want, that I can steal my daughter's child.

"I tell her I have a court order.

"She tells me that it's worthless. That the courts are all run by men for men, that she doesn't recognize court orders, and that if I know what's good for me I'll simply turn Mandy back over to her mother.

"By this time I'm about ready to deck this broad." Jonah looks at Harry.

"Excuse my language," he says. "But I was ready to kill.

"I told her to leave. She refused. She said they'd leave when they were good and ready. Finally, I told her I was gonna call the cops, and Mary, she starts moving toward the phone. That's when this Zolanda ...

"Jonah makes the name sound like the word should have four letters.

"That's when she decides it's time to leave. But not before she tells me I have a choice. I can either give Mandy up willingly, or we can lose her.

Either way, she says, Jessica's gonna get her child back."

"Did she leave?"

"Yeah. She and Jessica both. I was shaking like a leaf. If I'd had this in my hand at that moment"--he holds up the cane--"I think I'd a hit her. I woulda crushed her head like a walnut. Luckily I didn't. Amanda was crying. She was standing there listening to all of this. She doesn't like friction, arguments. She can't deal with it. It gives her stomach pains. And here I am shouting with some stranger who's threatening to take her away.

"First thing I do is call my lawyer. I tell ya, this guy's not half the lawyer you are, Paul. Anyway, I tell the lawyer what's going on, and the minute I mention this woman's name, this Zolanda, he asks me where my granddaughter is. I tell him she's standing right beside me.

He doesn't say a thing, but I can hear the sigh of relief over the phone, like somebody who just woke up from a bad dream in flop sweat. I asked him who the hell she is, the devil?

"She may not be the devil," he says, 'but as far as you're concerned, she's got the keys to hell." He tells me we've got to get back to court fast, before the weekend. And no matter what happens, he says, I am not to turn Amanda over to my daughter for visitation.

Even if the sheriff shows up with a court order, he says. Just stall him until I can get Amanda away from the house.

"By this time we're really gettin' worried. Mary's frantic. You can imagine."

"I can," I tell him.

"Have you ever heard of this woman?" he asks.

I shake my head. "But then I'm new to town."

"Apparently she has a reputation beyond San Diego," he tells me.

"There's been national publicity."

"I haven't seen it. But then I don't work in the field. Family law."

"What the lawyer told me turned out to be ... whaddaya call it? "Jonah searches for the word, can't come up with it.

"Prophetic?" says Harry.

Jonah snaps his fingers, the hand propped on the cane. "That's it. We were doing everything to take precautions. We were taking Mandy to school and picking her up afterward. Driving her everywhere.

We told her teachers that she was not to leave the school grounds with anyone but Mary or me.

"What we didn't figure was that it would happen in our own house. Four days ago I have a doctor's appointment. Mary takes me there."

"Where was Amanda?" says Harry.

"We left Amanda home with a sitter, a young woman in her early twenties.

She's sat for us many times. I figure, what could happen?

We were scheduled to go back to court on Friday. The lawyer told me there was a good chance we could get the visitation order amended to require Jessica to see Amanda only in our home, under our supervision.

"My daughter must have been outside, watching. Ten minutes after we leave she shows up at the front door. She's alone and wants to see Mandy. The sitter told her she had strict instructions.

"My daughter is a practiced con artist. She tells you noon is midnight, smiles that cute little smile, and nine times out of ten you'd believe her. She's calm, reasonable, well dressed. She tells the sitter she's driven all the way across town to tell Amanda something about a surprise present for her grandma. Mary's birthday is eight months off. Still it's a hot secret between mother and daughter.

"Baby-sitter doesn't know what to do. She tells Jessica she's got instructions.

"Jessica gets all reasonable and understanding. You know the rap," says Jonah." "Last thing I'd want to do is get you in any trouble.

Walked on hot coals to get here, but you want me to do it again?

Sure, no problem."

"So the girl lets her in. Jessica asks for a cup of coffee. The sitter goes to make it in the kitchen. She was gone three minutes." He holds up three fingers. "That's all it took. When she came back to the living room, they were gone. Jessica and Amanda both. She looked through the front window just in time to see the car backing down the driveway, tires screeching. A man was driving. Another man was in the passenger seat. There were two figures in the back."

"Jessica and Amanda," says Harry, Jonah nods. "We haven't seen them since."

"Did the sitter get a license plate off the car?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Just a description. Late-model sedan, a two-door, dark in color."

"No description of the driver?"

"She couldn't see well enough. It happened so quickly. But I know this woman's involved. This Zolanda Suade."

"Let me guess," I say. "The sitter didn't see her the day they disappeared?"

"No. But who else could it be? She as much as told us she was gonna take Mandy. And there's more. My lawyer says that's what she does. Suade has an organization that specializes in this."

"What? Kidnapping children?" says Harry.

"Yes. She's done it in other cases. The FBI. The police. Nobody can stop her."

"Why the hell not?" says Harry.

I answer the question before Jonah can: "Because she uses a parent in the abduction." He points at me with his finger as if to say Just so.

"It's why they won't get involved. They say technically it's not kidnapping.

Violation of the court order of custody, maybe."

"But that's a civil matter," I say.

"Right. And it gets worse," says Jonah. "They've taken her across the border. Somewhere into Mexico."

"How do you know that?"

"Cuz that's what the lawyer told me. He says she's taken others across.

Somewhere down in Baja, but he doesn't know where."

"Why does she do it?" says Harry. "What's in it for her?"