Who: Lindsey McDonald and Dexter Morgan What: Post-trial jitters When: Around 6 pm Where: Back parking lot of the court house Rating: PG
Not guilty.
With those two words, the left side of the court room became a madhouse. Camera flashes went off amid shrieks of delight and groans of disappointment, the judge's gavel pounding twice before the man rose to his feet and quietly slipped away into his chambers to escape the media onslaught. For several weeks, the trial of the infamous actor's wayward son had been a circus, the media and fans camping out on the stairs when the trial had begun.
Robert Getz had immediately come to Wolfram and Hart when his son Andrew had been caught laundering funds at his Los Angeles nightclub, followed by the discovery of an illegal gambling and prostitution ring. And he'd been guilty on all accounts, but Lindsey had stepped in when the first attorney had declared that they couldn't win the case.
The officers stepped up to escort them outside to where Andrew's limo waited, Lindsey following behind and deflecting reporter's questions, wishing he had his sunglasses when several flashes nearly blinded him. Andrew, meanwhile, smiled cockily at the crowd and waved his hand, stopping to sign a few autographs from fans who had managed to push their way in among the press. When his bodyguards appeared, one opening the door, he breathed a sigh of relief and all but shoved his client in, thanking any god listening that they'd made it without Andrew shooting off his mouth.
A few exchanged pleasentries, Andrew's artificial thanks for getting him off of all charges, and a dismissed ride back to the office later, Lindsey had gotten free of the crowd and pushed back towards the courtroom. It took some elbow swinging and dirty looks before he finally managed to shake the few reporters that had noticed him and shouted a few questions his way about rumors of dirty deeds that had gone on during the trial. Lindsey ignored them.
Finally, he made it into the much quieter parking area behind the courthouse, breathing a sigh of relief as he pulled the keys for the silver Charger he'd driven. As he crossed the parking lot, he heard something behind him and paused, glancing back. Seeing no one or nothing, he began working again until the same noise came again.
This time he turned, facing the minimally lit lot. "Someone there?"