Joe Dillard - 03 - Injustice for All by Scott Pratt Read Free Book Online Page B

many things can happen in two years. Evidence is lost. Witnesses die or move away. They become uncooperative. After what Dillinger’s been through today, I’m certain he won’t return in two years.
    “No, Judge. I’m not going to appeal.”
    “Very well. Case dismissed. Costs taxed to the state. Mr. Carver, you’re free to go.”

6
    Katie Dean spent two months in the hospital after she was nearly murdered by her father. The blast entered the right side of her chest, smashed her sternum and several ribs, and blew out a large part of her right lung. She didn’t remember what had happened for at least two weeks after the shooting. There was only blackness—a vast hole in her life. She didn’t even remember dreaming.
    When she had finally healed enough to leave the hospital, Katie’s aunt Mary took her to the cemetery. It was mid-October 1992. The weather had turned cold, the wind was howling in off Lake Michigan, and leaves were falling from the trees and swirling in the air like giant, colored snowflakes. Katie’s mother, along with Katie’s brothers and sister, were buried side by side. She knelt and laid fresh cut flowers in front of the headstone that marked her mother’s grave, and she wept so hard her stomach cramped. She couldn’t believe she’d never see them again. She couldn’t believe what Father had done. She wished he’d killed her, too.
    Father’s grave wasn’t there. Aunt Mary said he’d been placed in another cemetery. Katie didn’t ask where it was. Mother always said he was sick, but Katie couldn’t find it in her heart to forgive him for what he did.
    Aunt Mary was Mother’s older sister, and she bore a striking resemblance. She was slender, not very tall, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a kind face. She looked tired most of the time, as though she never got enough sleep. Mother had taken Katie and her brothers and sister to Tennessee to visit Aunt Mary once, not long after Aunt Mary’s husband was killed in a logging accident. She lived in a farmhouse at the base of a mountain near a place called Gatlinburg. Katie was just a little girl, but she remembered they went there late in May, right after Kirk and Kiri got out of school for the summer. Aunt Mary was pregnant.
    It was the first time Katie had ever seen the Great Smoky Mountains and the purple haze that hung over them in the evening. They were so beautiful. She would go out onto the front porch in the evening and sit for hours, just looking up at the massive humps and gentle slopes shrouded in mist. Sometimes after dark the mountains would sparkle with tiny lights, as though thousands of fairies were flying among the leaves on the trees. The image made her think of magic kingdoms, filled with wonder and mystery.
    Aunt Mary took Katie back to her farmhouse in Tennessee the day after she visited her family’s grave sites. Katie supposed Aunt Mary was the only person in the family who wanted her. Father’s parents had both died of cancer before Katie was born. Mother’s mother died of an aneurysm in her lung when Katie was nine. Her grandpa Patrick was still alive, but he’d married another woman and was living in Oregon.
    Katie was sitting in the front seat beside Aunt Mary in the car on the way to her house. They crossed into Tennessee near a town called Jellico. Rain was beating against the windshield, and the tires on the tractor trailers were throwing up huge plumes of water like geysers. Darkness was falling.
    “Katie,” Aunt Mary said, “we don’t have much, but what we have is yours. You’re my daughter now.”
    Katie scooted over and buried her face in Aunt Mary’s shoulder. She started to cry.
    “There, there now,” Aunt Mary said. “Everything’s going to be all right. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, child, but you have to keep on going. God chose you to go on living. He chose you, Katie, and for a reason. We don’t know what His reason is yet, but you have to be strong. It’s what God wants,