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“Call me Gwen,” a voice whispered beside him, and Matt looked to see a girl with<br />
brown eyes and brown hair back in a ponytail. She wasn’t exactly pretty, but she looked honest and<br />
straightforward, which made her the prettiest thing in the room.<br />
“I’m Matt—well, obviously,” Matt said.<br />
“Is this your girl, Carolyn?” Gwen was whispering, showing a picture of the old<br />
Caroline at some dance, wearing stilts, and with tanned legs that went up and up to almost meet<br />
before a miniskirt took over, black and lacy. She had on a white blouse so tight at the bust that it<br />
hardly seemed able to contain her natural assets. Her makeup was exactly the opposite of subtle.<br />
“Her name’s Caroline and she’s never been my girl, but that’s her—the real her,” Matt<br />
whispered. “Before Klaus came and did something to her boyfriend, Tyler Smallwood. But I have to<br />
tell you what happened when she found out she was pregnant—”<br />
She’d gone nuts, was what had happened. No one knew where Tyler was—dead after the<br />
final fight against Klaus, turned into a full wolf in hiding; whatever. So Caroline had tried to pin it on<br />
Matt—until Shinichi appeared and became her boyfriend.<br />
But Shinichi and Misao were playing a cruel joke on her, pretending that Shinichi would<br />
marry her. It was after she realized that Shinichi didn’t care at all that Caroline had gone totally<br />
ballistic, and had really tried to make Matt fit the gaping hole in her life. Matt did his best to explain<br />
this to Gwen so she could explain it to the jury, until the judge’s voice interrupted him.<br />
“We will dispense with opening arguments,” said Judge Holloway, “since the hour is so<br />
late. Will the prosecution call its first witness?”<br />
“Wait! Objection!” Matt shouted, ignoring Gwen’s tugging at his arm and her hissing:<br />
“You can’t object to the judge’s rulings!”<br />
“And the judge can’t do this to me,” Matt said, twitching his T-shirt back from between<br />
her fingers. “I haven’t even had a chance to meet with my public defender yet!”<br />
“Maybe you should have accepted a public defender earlier,” replied the judge, sipping<br />
from a glass of water. He suddenly thrust his head at Matt and snapped, “Eh?”<br />
“That’s ridiculous,” cried Matt. “You wouldn’t give me my phone call to get a lawyer!”<br />
“Did he ever ask for a phone call?” Judge Holloway snapped, his eyes traveling around<br />
the room.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two officers who had beat Matt up solemnly shook their heads. At this, the bailiff,<br />
whom Matt suddenly recognized as the guy who’d kept him in the jury room for around four hours,<br />
began wagging his head back and forth in the negative. <strong>The</strong>y all three wagged, almost in unison.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>n you forfeited that right by not asking for it,” the judge snapped. It seemed to be his<br />
only way of speaking. “You can’t demand it in the middle of a trial. Now, as I was saying—”<br />
“I object!” Matt shouted even louder. “<strong>The</strong>y’re all lying! Look at your own tapes of them<br />
interrogating me. All I kept saying—”<br />
“Counselor,” the judge snarled at Gwen, “control your client or you will be held in<br />
contempt of court!”<br />
“You have to shut up,” Gwen hissed at Matt.<br />
“You can’t make me shut up! You can’t have this trial while you’re breaking all the<br />
rules!”<br />
“Shut your trap!” <strong>The</strong> judge belted out the words at a surprising volume. He then added,<br />
“<strong>The</strong> next person to make a remark without my express permission shall be held in contempt of court<br />
to the tune of a night in jail and five hundred dollars.”<br />
He paused to look around to see if this had sunk in. “Now,” he said. “Prosecution, call