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Authors: Peter B. Robinson

BOOK: The TRIBUNAL

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Detective Weber popped her third antacid pill of the day in her mouth. It had been a roller-coaster day.

First, there had been news of the verdict. Then, the President of Serbia himself had ordered that Ellen not be harmed. Finally, the frustrating knowledge that Golic was out there somewhere, probably with Ellen by now, and unreachable by phone. Vacinovic had been calling Golic’s phone number for the last two hours with no response.

She thought about how Kevin and Diane must be feeling. The verdict must have been devastating. She decided to pay them a visit and wait it out with the parents, at least until she had some kind of additional information that she could act on.

The first to reach the Anderson home was Mihajlo Golic.

He drove by and looked in the window as he passed. There was no sign of the girl.

He parked his van a block away, behind some trees. He slowly walked back down the street, on the opposite side from the Andersons’ row house, his Beretta tucked once again in the small of his back. He waited behind some bushes. He would be patient, but in the end, he would finish the job that he was ordered to do.

Golic knew he could not go back to Belgrade in failure.

Failure was the word that summed up Kevin’s thoughts as he sat on the couch of his living room, staring blankly out his front window. How could he have done this to Ellen? To his family? How could he have been so naive to expect justice at the Tribunal?

Take me
, he prayed to God.
Just let my daughter live
.

Ellen alighted from the bus, the weight of her backpack once again on her shoulders. It was just a few more blocks to walk on a cold, sunny day.

She pictured her mother, her father, and her room on the third level. It would be great to be home again. She only wished she could have brought Johanna with her.

Golic saw the young girl from about 50 yards away as she crossed the street.

Was it her? He walked forward in her direction, reaching for the Beretta as he strode. As she got closer to the row house, Golic was sure it was her.

He stood at the edge of the bushes now, concentrating on the small target now turning into the walk leading to the row house where the Andersons lived.

He raised his gun.

“Stop! Police!”

Golic was stunned. A large woman was on him, her gun thrust firmly in his ear.

Golic’s weapon fell from his hand as Detective Weber pushed him roughly to the ground. Before he could react, his hands were pulled behind his back and handcuffed.

Ellen neither saw nor heard the commotion. She excitedly rang the bell by her front door.

Kevin lifted himself off the couch and padded over to answer the door.

“Daddy!” shouted Ellen as she leapt into his arms.

“Oh my God, it’s you!” Kevin exclaimed, hugging his daughter, tears pouring from his eyes.

Diane screamed and ran over to them.

The three of them were hugging, laughing, and crying.

They were a family again.

News of Ellen’s return spread through Holland like a North Sea gust. Kevin spent much of the afternoon and evening answering calls from reporters, friends, and Ellen’s classmates. That night, Ellen proudly showed Kevin and Diane all the schoolwork she had done, and insisted that she wanted to go to school the next day to turn it in.

The morning after the greatest day of Kevin’s life, he awoke to the sound of a dog barking. A few seconds later, he heard the sound of little footsteps racing down from the third floor. When he got out of bed, he heard Ellen scream: “Johanna!”

The puppy had been left at their doorstep, its leash tied to their front doorknob.

At about 8:00, just as Ellen was getting ready to leave for school, there was a knock at the door.

Kevin opened it.

The headmaster of The American School stood in the doorway; a crowd of people behind him. “We’ve come to welcome Ellen back to school.”

Ellen came to the door. “This is awesome!”

The path from her door to the street, and then toward the school, was lined with children and adults. Some held signs that said, “Welcome back Ellen.”

Ellen grabbed her backpack, stuffed with all the work she would show to her teachers. “Bye Mom, bye Dad,” she called out as she went out the door.

Kevin and Diane watched as the headmaster led Ellen between the two rows of people, who were cheering and clapping. They saw Ellen accept high fives from her fellow students, and then disappear into the crowd.

“We’re lined up all the way from your house to the school,” Ellen’s math teacher, Maureen Toohey, said to Kevin. “Every kid in the school is out here.”

“And teachers, too,” added Ellen’s home room teacher, Kerrin Poiker.

Kevin looked at Diane. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. He put his arm around her as they watched the crowd following their daughter toward her school. When the throng had gone from sight, Kevin closed the door.

Diane held him tightly as they walked back and sat on the couch, saying nothing.

Johanna jumped up on their laps, licking the wet hands Diane had used to wipe away their tears of joy.

“I promise I’ll never do anything like this again,” Kevin said.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER…

To:
[email protected]
(Kevin Anderson)

From:
[email protected]

Subject: None

Life is good. As you thought, they made good on their promise.

I will never forget you.

But you do owe me 30 Euros, plus interest, for the Super Bowl.

Interested in trying to get it back this season?

About the Author

Peter Robinson is a former Assistant United States Attorney and Trial Attorney for the U.S. Department of Justice. He is currently a criminal defense lawyer. Among his major trials are the prosecution of the Neo-Nazi group known as “The Order,” and the defense of one of the “Montana Freemen.”

In the summer of 2000, he moved with his family for a year to The Netherlands, where he assisted in the defense of a Bosnian Serb Army General at The Tribunal. He is currently defending the former Chief of Staff of the Yugoslavian Army at the Tribunal, and the former President of the Rwandan Parliament at the International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda.

He lives in Santa Rosa, California, with his wife, Jeanne and their 14-year-old daughter, Jennifer.

The TRIBUNAL

A novel by Peter B. Robinson

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02/01/2010