Chapter Twenty-Eight
Megan
Even while I was in the moment, everything just felt like hazy memories. I couldn’t remember why I picked out the black pantsuit that I had stashed away in my suitcase. I had worn it only once or twice before, but my jobs had never really entailed any sort of formal office attire. I wasn’t sure a courtroom required a suit, but I decided to be safe rather than sorry.
More than anything else, I was terrified of seeing Phil. He was innocent; I now knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Not because anyone had confirmed as much to me, but because I had finally opened my eyes and started thinking for myself. Once I had cast of my own sense of self-doubt, once I had brushed off my brother’s biased opinions and once I had started to trust my own instincts, it was easy to see that Phil had been set up and I had refused to stand by him during his darkest hour.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had dark circles under my eyes because I hadn’t been able to sleep since Phil had been arrested. My skin was deadly pale, and my expression was melancholy at best. I decided to pinch my cheeks to bring a little color to my complexion, and when that didn’t work I applied a touch of blush so that I didn’t look quite so washed out.
Once I was ready, I took a cab to the courthouse and went through security first before heading to the courtroom where Phil’s case was going to be tried. I wasn’t sure I should be referring to it as Phil’s case anymore. Using Brent’s name would have been more appropriate now. I felt a little shiver of sadness as I realized that my brother had been the mastermind behind setting up the love of my life.
I hadn’t spoken to our parents yet. They had no idea that Brent was being tried for drug dealing. They had no idea he was even into drugs that heavily. I had thought about calling them, but I couldn’t stomach the thought. I knew they would find a way to blame me, and I wasn’t ready to deal with that guilt… I had enough of my own guilt to worry about.
I had received a subpoena yesterday, and I knew I would be called onto the stand to testify. I had barely even thought about it because every time I did, my mind kept throwing up roadblocks. Was I really doing this? Was I going to give evidence that would send my brother straight to jail? Maybe that was the real reason I hadn’t told my parents. They would be furious when they found out, whether or not my evidence was the truth.
We had to wait about thirty-five minutes and then the court was called to order as the bailiff announced in the judge. Judge Emerson Halstead was an impressive-looking man in his late fifties. He still had a full head of hair that was a downy snow-white. He had twinkly blue eyes and an expression that brooked no nonsense. I tensed as we were allowed to sit down and held my breath, waiting for the proceedings to start.
First, Phil was called onto the stand. The defense was trying to build the case that Brent was a pawn in Phil’s drug dealings. I knew that it was all just smoke and mirrors, though. Officer Manolo had told me as much. They had enough evidence to support the fact that it was Brent dealing this whole time and he had tried to set Phil up when his deals had started going sour. Brent’s lawyer was a run of the mill defense attorney that had been assigned to him through the court system, and as I looked towards the balding, middle-aged man, I could tell from his expression that he knew he had already lost.
Next to him sat my brother. Brent was dressed well, but he looked angry—and I realized that he looked guilty, as well. I was grateful that he didn’t glance in my direction. It was so strange seeing him like that, and even though I felt a certain amount of pity for him, my heart had been hardened by how he had treated Phil and how he had turned me against him.
When Phil was called onto the stand, I glanced at him cautiously. He was dressed in trousers and a button-down white shirt, and he looked every bit the respectable, law-abiding citizen that he was. He placed his hand on the Bible and swore to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Then he sat down and waited to be grilled.
“Your brother is in jail?” the defense attorney asked, walking up to him. “Am I correct?”
“Yes.”
“What for?”
“For drug dealing,” Phil replied, without missing a beat.
“I see it runs in the family—”
“Objection!” Phil’s lawyer said, jumping to his feet.
“Sustained,” the judge said, giving the defense attorney a stern look.
“Did you ever see your brother dealing drugs?” the defense attorney asked.
“I had no idea he was still dealing,” Phil replied.
“Still?”
“He was involved with drugs when we were teenagers,” Phil replied. “But I thought he had moved on from that life. I was certain of it. I knew he smoked up a little himself and because of that I kept my distance from him…because that was not the life I wanted for myself. I had no idea he was dealing, though.”
“How did you meet Brent?”
“We met through a mutual friend,” Phil replied. “Harvey Samson.”
“Harvey Samson has been taken into custody for drug possession. Are you aware of that?”
“I just became aware of that.”
“You seem to have a lot of contact with drug dealers.”
“Objection,” Phil’s lawyer rose again. “I didn’t hear a question.”
“I’ll rephrase,” Brent’s lawyer said quickly. “Do you have contact with many drug dealers?”
“Of course not,” Phil replied. “Harvey is an old friend, that’s all. I happened to meet Brent at his house and we became friends…obviously we were never very good friends though.”
The questions continued for another five minutes, but I could tell that Brent’s lawyer was pulling at straws. Then he changed his approach, and I felt my body grow cold.
“You have a girlfriend; is that correct?”
“At the time of my arrest, I had a girlfriend, yes.”
I felt tears spring to my eyes at his words. He had effectively broken up with me in front of a courtroom full of people in one sentence. I knew I deserved it, but it still stung.
“I see.” Brent’s lawyer nodded. “And her name is?”
“Megan Jacobs.”
“The same last name as my client?”
“They’re siblings.”
“I see…and she’s currently not your girlfriend?”
“I… Uh…”
“Mr. Roberts?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?”
“Objection,” Phil’s lawyer said. “Relevance?”
“I’m getting to it, Your Honor,” Brent’s lawyer said, as I sat there with my heart beating faster than ever.
“I’ll allow it,” the judge said.
“Mr. Roberts?” Brent’s lawyer pressed.
“She didn’t believe I was innocent.”
“I see.” Brent’s lawyer nodded. “I think that means something, don’t you?”
“I think it means that I overestimated her belief and her love for me,” Phil replied.
I could feel tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, but I forced them back and willed myself to be strong. I still hadn’t been called to the stand and when I did, I didn’t want to be a weeping incoherent mess.
“Or it could possibly mean that she always suspected you were capable of something like this?”
“Object—”
“Withdrawn,” Brent’s lawyer said quickly, before Phil’s lawyer could even finish the word. But it was enough to have planted a small seed of doubt in everyone’s mind, and he had been banking on that. The argument he built, however, crumbled in five seconds when Phil’s lawyer took the stand. There was evidence that proved Brent had been involved with several drug deals before finally trying to become a dealer in his own standing a few months back.
Then character witnesses were brought up to the stand. There were seven for Phil and none for Brent. I realized that I would be serving as a character witness for both and the thought made my palms sweat. Of the seven character witnesses called upon to speak for Phil, four were from his station and that included his Sergeant and three were people he had saved on emergency rescue operations and had moderate contact with afterwards.
While Brent’s attorney kept trying to discredit each one, he couldn’t really succeed with Phil’s colleagues, especially Sergeant Green, who was both composed and forceful on the stand. He immediately impressed me, and I had only just seen him.
Finally, I heard them call for my name and with shaky legs and a full heart I walked up to the stand, took my oath and sat down. I could see both Brent and Phil clear as day. They were sitting right in front of me, on opposite ends of the courtroom and I could their eyes watching me carefully. Brent still looked angry and Phil just looked…sad? I wasn’t quite sure anymore.
“What is your name?” Phil’s lawyer asked me.
“Megan Jacobs,” I replied.
“Can you explain your relationship to my client, please?”
“I am… I was his girlfriend,” I stammered. “And, I am also Brent’s sister.”
“You are Brent Jacob’s sister?” he asked, pointing to Brent.
“Yes.”
“And, you live with your brother currently?”
“I do.” I nodded.
“You gave the police important evidence pertaining to this case, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Which was what?”
“I found drugs in his closet,” I said.
“What led you to suspect that your brother was involved in drugs?”
“He was erratic, unpredictable, and he spoke about starting a business of his own, though he never gave me details about any of it. He was always at home, strange men would stop by the apartment and ask for him, and his closet door was always locked.”
“Did you ever suspect that Phil was doing drugs?”
“No.”
“And yet you believed he was guilty when he was arrested?”
Suddenly, the courtroom melted away, and all I could see was Phil. I tuned everyone else out and I decided to focus on him. So I looked towards him as I spoke.
“I didn’t listen to my instincts and I didn’t trust what I knew about Phil. He is a good man. He’s turned his life around and he would never jeopardize that by doing or dealing drugs. I chose to believe my brother over Phil because I thought blood was thicker than water. But I realize now that Brent may be my brother, but Phil is my true family.”
The whole time I looked at him and spoke, Phil never met my eye. I looked for a change in his expression but there was none. I realized how deeply I had hurt him, and I was also starting to realize that there would be no going back on this. He might never forgive me, and I would just have to live with that.
“So, it was a matter of choosing between your boyfriend and your brother.”
“I suppose,” I said softly. “And, I chose wrong.”
I sat there silently, while Phil’s lawyer sat down, and Brent’s lawyer approached me. “How long have you known Phil Roberts for?”
“For seven months,” I replied.
“And did you spent a lot of time together?”
“As much time as we could… We spoke almost every day on the phone.”
“And how often did you meet?”
“Sometimes as much as three times a week, but when he was busy, it would be only once a week.”
“So there was a lot of time you spent apart?”
I hesitated a moment. “Yes.”
“So he might have been dealing drugs—you can’t know for sure, can you?”
“I… I know Phil.”
“How can you say that when you just admitted to having believed he was guilty?”
“I made a mistake.”
“What if you’re making a mistake now?”
“I’m not.”
“You seem to be a very inconsistent young woman, Ms. Jacobs.”
“Objection!” Phil’s lawyer cried.
“Sustained,” the judge said firmly.
“No further questions, Your Honor,” Brent’s lawyer said as he walked away.
I realized he never needed me to answer at all. He just needed to sow the seeds of doubt, and he had done a brilliant job of doing just that.