He knew she was gone.
So he stayed instead in his office, alone by the phone praying she'd call one more time and tell him a deal was a deal. Throughout the afternoon Konrad came and went, bearing the news that Fitch expected to hear: Her car was outside the condo, and it hadn't been moved in eight hours. No activity in or out of the condo. No sign of her whatsoever. She was gone.
Oddly, the longer the jury stayed out, the more hope Fitch managed to create for himself. If she planned to take the money and run, and screw Fitch with a plaintiff's verdict, then where was the verdict? Maybe it wouldn't be that easy. Nicholas could be having a hard time in there getting his votes.
Fitch had never lost one of these, and he kept reminding himself he'd been here before, sweating blood while the jury fought.
AT PRECISELY FIVE, Judge Harkin reconvened his courtroom, and sent for the jury. The lawyers scurried to get in place. Most of the spectators returned.
The jurors took their seats. They looked tired, but then all jurors did at this point.
"Just a few quick questions," His Honor said. "Have you elected a new foreman?"
They nodded, and then Nicholas raised his hand. "I have the honor," he said softly, without the slightest trace of pride.
"Good. Just so you'll know, I talked with Herman Grimes about an hour ago, and he's doing fine. Seems to be something other than a heart attack, and he's expected to be released tomorrow. He sent his best wishes."
Most of them managed a pleasant expression.
"Now, you've had the case for five hours, and I'd like to know if you're making progress."
Nicholas stood awkwardly, and stuffed his hands in his khakis. "I think so, Your Honor."
"Good. Without indicating anything that's been discussed, do you think the jury will reach a verdict, one way or the other?"
Nicholas glanced around at his peers, then said, "I think we will, Your Honor. Yes, I'm confident we'll have a verdict."
"When might you have a verdict? Mind you, I'm not rushing. You can take as much time as you wish. I just need to make plans for this courtroom if we're gonna be here into the night."
"We want to go home, Your Honor. We're determined to wrap this up and have a verdict sometime tonight."
"Wonderful. Thank you. Dinner is on the way. I'll be in my chambers if you need me."
Chapter Forty-One
Mr. O'Reilly was back for the last time, serving his final meal and saying good-bye to people he now considered friends. He and three employees fed and served them as if they were royalty.
Dinner was over at six-thirty, and the jury was ready to go home. They agreed to vote first on the issue of liability. Nicholas couched the question in layman's terms: "Are you willing to hold Pynex liable for the death of Jacob Wood?"
Rikki Coleman, Millie Dupree, Loreen Duke, and Angel Weese said yes, unequivocally. Lonnie, Phillip Savelle, and Mrs. Gladys Card said no, without question. The rest fell somewhere in between. Poodle was uncertain, but leaning toward no. Jerry was suddenly vacillating, but probably leaning toward no. Shine Royce, the newest member of the panel, hadn't said three words all day and was simply drifting in the breeze. He'd jump on the nearest bandwagon, as soon as he could identify one. Henry Vu declared himself to be undecided, but he was really waiting for Nicholas, who was waiting until everybody had finished. He was disappointed that the jury was so divided.
"I think it's time for you to declare," Lonnie said to Nicholas, itching for a fight.
"Yeah, let's hear it," Rikki said, also ready to argue. All eyes were glued to the foreman.
"Okay," he said, and the room went perfectly still. After years of planning, it all came down to this. He chose his words carefully, but in his mind he'd made the speech a thousand times. "I'm convinced cigarettes are dangerous and deadly; they kill four hundred thousand people a year; they're loaded with nicotine by their makers, who've known for a long time that the stuff is addictive; they could be a lot safer if the companies wanted, but the nicotine would be reduced and thus sales would suffer. I think cigarettes killed Jacob Wood, and none of you will argue this. I'm convinced the tobacco companies lie and cheat and cover up, and do everything in their power to get kids to smoke. They're a ruthless bunch of sonofabitches, and I say we stick it to them."
"I agree," said Henry Vu.
Rikki and Millie felt like clapping.
"You want punitives?" Jerry asked, in disbelief.
"The verdict means nothing if it's not significant, Jerry. It has to be huge. A verdict for actual damages only means we don't have the guts to punish the tobacco industry for its corporate sins."
"We have to make it hurt," Shine Royce said, but only because he wanted to sound intelligent. He'd found his bandwagon.
Lonnie looked at Shine and Vu in disbelief. He counted quickly-seven votes for the plaintiff. "You can't talk money, because you don't have your votes yet."
"They're not my votes," Nicholas said.
"The hell they're not," he said bitterly. "This is your verdict."
They went around the table again-seven for the plaintiff, three for the defense, Jerry and Poodle straddling the fence but looking for a place to land. Then Mrs. Gladys Card upset the tally by saying, "I don't like voting for the tobacco company, but, at the same time, I just can't understand giving Celeste Wood all this money."
"How much money would you give her?" Nicholas asked.
She was flustered and confused. "I just don't know. I'll vote to give something, but, well, I just don't know."
"How much do you have in mind?" Rikki asked the foreman, and the room was still again. Very still and quiet.
"A billion," Nicholas said with a completely straight face. It landed like a percussion bomb on the center of the table. Mouths fell open and eyes bulged.
Before anyone could speak, Nicholas explained himself. "If we're serious about sending a message to the tobacco industry, then we have to shock them. Our verdict should be a landmark. It should be famous and known from this day forward as the moment the American public, acting through its jury system, finally stood up to the tobacco industry and said, 'Enough is enough.'"
"You're outta your mind," Lonnie said, and at the moment, most felt the same way.
"So you want to be famous," Jerry said, heavy on the sarcasm.
"Not me, but the verdict. Nobody will remember our names next week, but everyone will remember our verdict. If we're gonna do it, then let's do it right."
"I like it," Shine Royce chimed in. The thought of dispensing so much money made him giddy. Shine was the only juror ready to spend another night at the motel so he could eat free and collect another fifteen dollars tomorrow.
"Tell us what will happen," Millie said, still stunned.
"It'll be appealed, and some day, probably two years from now, a bunch of old goats in black robes will reduce it. They'll lower it to something more reasonable. They'll say it was a runaway verdict from a runaway jury, and they'll fix it. The system works most of the time."
"Then why should we do it?" Loreen asked.
"For change. We'll start the long process of making the tobacco companies accountable for killing so many people. Keep in mind, they've never lost a trial such as this. They think they're invincible. We prove otherwise, and we do it in such a way that other plaintiffs are not afraid to take on the industry."
"So you want to bankrupt them," Lonnie said.