He’d seen footage of Vincent caged at the zoo, more footage since he had last spoken with Catherine. It was no more a private affair, as news bulletins had reeled throughout the day all that the television stations had been permitted to transmit to the general public and told the truth behind the Alpha and the Omega. That is the truth as revealed by the zoo personnel. People gasped when Vincent’s ferocious fangs seen snarling and slavering as he pounded against the bars terrified them. What had been in their midst? Who was this woman, this Catherine Chandler that had set such a wild animal free? How was it that he had remained in secret for half his life while people had gone about their every day living oblivious to such a horror stalking their children?

Joe could not condemn them for such thinking, he had only in mind what he had seen, yet his loyalty to Catherine and knowing her as a level headed woman allowed him not to make judgements even though he quaked with fear as he awaited the menacing unknown. Catherine had said that Vincent would keep him safe, but would he? Perhaps he only kept Catherine safe because he loved her. Perhaps Joe would be his next victim. Perhaps he would see through Joe’s demeanour and know that he too loved Catherine and would therefore know him to be a rival for her love.

In two minds as to whether to go or stay Joe lingered just long enough to hear his host, the helper announce Vincent’s arrival. He cowered close to the door, his hand on the knob just in case he needed to flee, just in case it offered him the only chance he would get of escaping before those mighty claws and fangs ripped into his flesh.
Heart in mouth, Joe watched the shadows knowing the area from which Vincent would arrive, and thus scared witless he almost melted with relief when he first heard Vincent speak.

“Mr Maxwell. I am very pleased to meet you at last.”

That voice shook Joe. He had not imagined what it may sound like, but in his wildest nightmares it would have sounded gruff, hoarse deep and foreboding any one of those, and certainly not the soft velvet over gravel with which he was presented.

“Come…into…the…light.” Joe managed with a definite squeak. He shook with fear and the need to run was paramount even as his legs grew weak and his feet were frozen to the spot.

“Please, do not be afraid. I will not harm you. Perhaps if we were to sit around the table?” Joe noticed the cloaked figure nod toward their host and he in turn without preamble brought up three chairs around the circular table before them.

“Yes.” Joe heard himself agree. Sitting would definitely be better, for though it would mean letting go of the doorknob Vincent’s power would definitely be at a disadvantage when sitting, surely it would?

And so, around the table beneath the light from one solitary bulb swinging slightly above the circle between them Joe watched fascinated as Vincent slowly and cautiously lowered his hood.
It helped, Joe decided that Vincent’s hands visibly shook as he deftly gathered the black material with his fingers to reveal his features, but Joe found that rather than watch for the face to appear his eyes were riveted to those hands. Those deadly looking claw tipped fingers covered in golden hair of the coarse rough texture that resembled the kind that grew on the manes of horses or the manes of lions. Joe shuddered, his own hands grasping the edges of the table and praying that he might wake up at any moment to find that it was all some ghastly dream.

And then his gaze slipped from those lethal looking talons to the golden hair revealed before his sight. And in the light from the bulb swinging above, a halo appeared around the silhouette of the figure before him as light filtered through the edges of what could only be described as a mane shrouding a face that Joe could only stare at without thought or feeling. And those eyes! Even in the such poor lighting Joe saw a million fragments of life dancing from those eyes. Hope, love, pity, sorrow, anxiety, fear…yes fear…and it was that last that brought Joe to his senses. Here before him was a man? A creature at any rate with immense physical power, with the ability to rent a man in two at the slightest provocation and yet he was afraid? Of what? Of him? Joe had not for one moment expected that Vincent might fear him!

“Please, trust me Mr Maxwell. I will not harm you.” That deep resonate sound hit Joe somewhere in the gut and held fast and in an instance his whole body relaxed and he saw himself extend a hand across the table in greeting and heard his own voice say, “Call me Joe.”

“Joe.”

In that one word Joe heard the relief in Vincent’s tone and knew that now they stood on even ground and despite their differences of which there were many they were very much alike in many ways, and each loved the same woman, of which both were acutely aware. And yet, in so doing, they were united and in that instance each knew that he could trust the other with his life.

“Catherine said that you were a good man, Joe.” Vincent smiled drawing Joe’s gaze to his face with outright fascination. Vincent did not seem to mind however and said nothing even when Joe replied absentmindedly “Then we are at odds, Catherine told me nothing of you.”

When Vincent chuckled, Joe found that he was surprised that he could. And even the glint of fangs did not faze him.

“Catherine kept my secret well. I owe her my life.”

“As I understand she owes hers to you?” There was a question and Vincent answered.

“Yes. Which I believe is why we are here. Joe, Catherine needs my help. There are things I must request of you, possibilities I must ask you to consider. I am not important here, Catherine is.”

“Well you won’t have me arguing on that score buster, so blast away.” Joe leaned back a little suddenly aware that he had leaned in so close to see Vincent more clearly that they weren’t far off rubbing noses. For some reason he saw the funny side of that and grinned. In response, Vincent grinned too, revealing a row of stunning white teeth that once again held Joe’s gaze fast.

Then that deep velvety voice eased away a day’s anxieties as Joe listened to Vincent’s questions. He felt as if he were wrapped in the softest cotton wool or floating upon a cloud, and wondered if the sound of Vincent’s voice made Catherine feel this way. He felt cosseted as if there was nothing in the world to harm him, and told himself that at that moment there probably wasn’t. With Vincent nearby, he need never be afraid of anything ever again.

“Joe?”

Dreamily Joe dreamt on.

“Joe!”

“What? Oh, sorry Vincent. What was you saying?”

Vincent grinned. He had always been amazed by the adverse reactions of people who met him for the first time, but only with Catherine had he ever noticed anything like this! Must be a lawyer thing, Vincent surmised with a chuckle.

“I am sorry Vincent.” Joe was apologising profusely now, much to the chagrin of their host who rose with the intention of bringing tea down to the two men. “If you’ll excuse me, I should think that kettle has boiled by now.” He told them and nodding in acknowledgment, Vincent directed his attention back to Joe. “Should I start again?”

Blushing Joe nodded cursing himself for how he must appear yet knowing that these circumstances were unusual to say the least. It wasn’t every day that you were introduced to a creature that was half lion and half man.

“Joe?”

He’d done it again! “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, oh what must you think of me?” Joe was so embarrassed.

Vincent chuckled, “It is to be expected and perhaps it is wrong of me to presume that I should ask you questions at our first meeting. It is I, that should apologise, please, there must be a host of questions that you need to ask me. So please fire away.”

“I’m not sure where to start.” Joe muttered truthfully.

“Most people ask how I came to be like this.” Vincent told him quietly, and Joe could tell by his tone that that particular question held its own sorrows for the man before him and vowed he would not ask it. Instead he asked, “How did you and Catherine meet?”

Surprised Vincent replied, “Has she not told you?”

“Well yes as it happens, well in a way that is. Since learning of you I presumed that you had met when she had been flung from that van in the park…” Vincent was just about to say that was correct when Joe surprised him by continuing; “But Catherine set me straight on that. Said you had known one another long before this, but she didn’t exactly say how you had met.”

A little stunned and perplexed as to why Catherine should lie, Vincent felt the first stab of caution run through him. If Catherine should lie to Joe of all people about something that did not appear to represent any danger, then he too should be careful in what he revealed. And by his experience, Joe knew at once when Vincent made the definite decision to be cautious. Body language revealing to him that something had suddenly worried the strange looking man.

From that moment, they tiptoed around one another as the earlier trust between them evaporated.

“I cannot reveal more than Catherine permitted you to know, and really it is not important in the face of what is before us now.” Joe detected the caution in Vincent’s tone and frowned. His lawyer self came into gear and he felt the need to dig. What was it that the couple were hiding? What was it that they did not trust him to know? And what was so wrong about knowing how the pair of them had first met? These questions became paramount in Joe’s mind almost over riding the reason why he had wanted to meet Vincent in the first place. However, the return of their host with three steaming mugs of tea brought him back to earth.

“So, have you two worked out a way to save Catherine then?” He asked depositing green and white striped mugs before each of them. Joe noticed the various rings on the cracked varnished table, and thought perhaps this was like one of them, ever increasing circles. Going round and round perhaps chasing his own tail…getting nowhere…did Vincent have a tail?

“No. We have yet to discuss Catherine’s trial.” Vincent told the helper who had sat back down at his seat and was sipping the steaming tea.

“We seem to keep going off the subject.” Joe felt he should explain then felt ridiculous when the helper accused, “Then you shouldn’t! Catherine means everything to a lot of people, none more than Vincent. She has already stood one day in court and as I hear she has not been allowed to return to her apartment this night, but rather spend the night in a cell. Today’s hearing went badly against her, hell Mr Maxwell, did you see the film that they showed of Vincent!”

“Yes.” Joe began surprised when Vincent cut in sombrely, “I bet they didn’t show my good side.” Causing Joe to laugh out loud, “And then some!” He retorted.

“Actually they didn’t have any of those.” Vincent said sadly. “And I doubt they revealed the ones where I just wanted to curl up and die.”

The silence that followed almost choked Joe. He shook his head suddenly realising the severity of all that Vincent had suffered. Suddenly wondering what it must have been like to be caged and shackled and told that you were going to become the main exhibit in a collapsing organisation and something that would help it rise again from the dust and make it more important in status than any other organisation on earth. And that would have been the truth of it, because Vincent surely was the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. And suddenly Joe heard himself whisper, “So where did you actually come from?”

He did not miss the flash of pain that passed across Vincent’s otherwise serine features, nor the look of loss in his eyes. “I do not know…” Vincent replied with sorrow, “I have ideas…but…”

“This is fruitless!” The helper fumed, “You’ve been here over an hour already Mr Maxwell and neither of you have come to anything concrete that will help Catherine get out of this mess. Why, if tomorrow is anything like today it will be cut and dried - she’ll go to prison. The whole of New York, and probably the whole world believe that she set a wild creature loose in the city. She’s being branded a nutter! Might even be sent to a mental institution, where they’ll shoot electricity through her head or something!”

Vincent gasped, he had not known this and Greg, the helper, was right they should stop pussyfooting around and make some headway. It would soon be morning, another day, another trial for Catherine. And one night in a cage was enough for anyone, he could not allow Catherine to spend another inside one.

“I have a suggestion.” Vincent caught both Greg and Joe off guard as he went on, “As I see it the only way Catherine can be acquitted is if she has a very good witness that will plead her innocence, and there is no better witness than me.”

Joe’s mouth fell open, as did Greg’s, only the latter recovered sooner, “Vincent! No! You can’t!”

“I have to.” Vincent spoke adamantly.

“You’d do that? Risk everything?” Joe was amazed!

“For Catherine, I’d give my life.” Vincent answered simply. There was no arguing, both could see he had thought about this long and hard and his mind was made up.

“You’ll need a good lawyer.” Joe told him simply, “If you would permit me to…”

“Offer?” Vincent lifted one eyebrow.

“Yes offer. I’d do it for you Vincent. For Catherine, but it will not be easy for you. I can’t promise success but I can promise that once people see you as I have seen you this evening they can no longer see you as a threat to their children and loved ones of this city. However, there is just one problem…” Joe’s tone was flat - grave.

“I know. Catherine has already highlighted that possibility. I might get into the court room without too much fuss, my being there might even get Catherine acquitted, but it is doubtful that I would walk free. I understand this and I accept the possibility.”

“Father will have a fit!” Greg jumped to his feet, “Vincent you can’t be serious!”

“Who’s Father?” Joe asked.

“Vincent’s father!” Greg was not looking at Joe only at Vincent, his chest rising and falling with rage. He could not believe Vincent would do such a thing, endangering not only his own life but the very security of the tunnel world itself.

“You have a father?” Joe questioned clearly mystified. “I thought you were the only one of your kind.”

“His adopted father…” Greg’s voice drained away as he realised he had revealed too much. His face reddened and he looked guiltily toward Vincent.

“But I thought…”Joe drew his brows together. “Vincent where do you live?”

Guarded Vincent frowned, ‘what exactly had Catherine told him? And how could he answer without knowing?’

“Surely Catherine has told you?”

“That’s the second time you have answered such. Is it possible that Catherine revealed more to me than you know, or is it that you are revealing more to me than Catherine wished for me to know?”

Suddenly Vincent knew the answer. Under no circumstances would Catherine reveal the tunnels to anyone, and he answered in a way that he hoped would suffice. “I have no fixed abode.”

Joe nodded and did not see the sigh of relief that crossed Vincent’s features, nor Greg’s as he contemplated what was taking place before his eyes. He cursed his own mouth and decided to play it any way Vincent wanted from now on and as cautiously as possible. After all Mr Maxwell, friend or not was still the Senior District Attorney for this city so they had to be careful what they said.

“Catherine told me that.” Joe was careful what to reveal knowing now that it was obvious Catherine had not had the time to see Vincent or to contact him by way of a message before her trial began, and certainly not before this meeting had been confirmed, so he was tempted to ask pointed questions, when suddenly he decided against it. Why should he know anyway? Did it relate to the case? There was obviously more here than he was permitted to see, and he would never know by crossing these people. He knew Catherine, knew she had impeccable sense. She worked on logic and reality, was not likely to be misled by fabrications. If she deemed this cat man to be authentic in good deeds and love then so should he and in so doing, he might learn the very epitome of Catherine’s secret. He decided therefore to reveal little snippets that would aid Vincent to go along with whatever it had been that Catherine had told him two almost three days earlier.

“This friend then, the one that drives you into the city, could he not be a witness for you rather than you revealing yourself?” Joe waited and watched as Vincent’s eyes registered the titbit and snatched it up understanding at once.

“No. He is sworn to secrecy and besides there is no way of contacting him. He comes into the city rarely.” Vincent didn’t feel he was lying, for though Catherine had, he felt that there was a great possibility that she like he had both thought of Devin as they’d spoken. In fact to dwell on his brother in that way, he could release information to Joe that was in no way lying but could be misinterpreted to mean something entirely different, sort of corrupting the truth, bending it to fit rather than an outright lie. Thus, Vincent felt better and his conscience only pricked him only a little.

“Then he leaves you here while he goes from place to place. Isn’t that a little dangerous?” Joe asked reasonably.

“Only to me. There are places, people I can trust who will take me in. Father for example, I have known him all my life.”

“Yes, but I think it would be fair to assume that you would not want this to be made common knowledge, nor the fact that there are people that look out for you, or that you spend any deal of time lurking about the city. Vincent, if I could be frank, Catherine made better sense. She was looking ahead as she always does, and determining the way the law and a jury might interpret it. That there are people out there that deem you a hero, there are many that have been swayed differently since those news bulletins rolled this evening. A lot of people are frightened Vincent, and if you are seriously intending to walk into that courtroom all hell will break loose. We have to think of a way whereby we can steal you in there without too much fuss. Would you mind terribly if a sack was placed over your head or perhaps a blanket? For I doubt that the hood of your cloak will do, in fact I think you should leave that at home, wherever home is, because to put a cloaked and hooded figure into the minds and midst of this city will create panic like you have never seen.”

Vincent nodded as his face grew serious and grave. He was going to have to portray himself to the people as they themselves were, and though different, not mark those differences any more than he had to. Joe was right. Being as he was, was one thing, dressing like something or someone that had walked the earth five hundred years ago was something else. It would present disbelief and anxiety in the hearts of the people and make them wonder about places existing that they did not know existed.

As if reading his mind Joe went on, “And it might make people presume that you are a member of some religious cult. Maybe even by your looks make you Satan himself.” Vincent winced at that possibility and Joe apologised. “I’m sorry but we have to face every eventuality. Do you have any other gear than that? A suit and tie would be nice.”

Vincent shook his head. “Not a suit and tie but I do have some regal clothes.”

“Are they modern?” Joe asked unsure.

Vincent shook his head.

“Then you can’t wear them. Greg do you have a tape measure? We need to get Vincent’s measurements to a tailor quick smart and get him a suit to wear.” To Vincent he directed the question; “Is it possible to cut off some of your hair?”

Vincent shook his head adamantly, a very firm half growl issued, “No!”

“I’m sorry, shouldn’t have asked. But can you tie it back? If we can present you as the modern man well as possible as we can, it will go a long way toward achieving our goal here. Next, we need to work on your defence. I’ll do that too, if that’s ok, you’ll need someone with you when you go in there as well as someone to defend you when you are arrested though I guess there would be none better to plead your case than Catherine, but she will be required to give evidence so that wouldn’t be possible.” Joe was thinking out loud, racing ahead as he thought of and dismissed certain ideas.

Greg brought the tape measure and as Joe highlighted the things that they would need to do and say he wrote down the measurements in silence. When he was done, he handed them to Joe, whose eyes opened wide in astonishment. “I shouldn’t be surprised by the looks of you, but seeing it here in ink I find that I am. Are your legs really that thick? God you must be solid muscle!” Vincent detected the humour in Joe’s tone and chuckled but said nothing.

“Can you get on to this Greg? Have a suit found in this size before morning, is that possible? I have some connections if not.” Joe asked hopefully.

“Can we really have everything done by morning?” Vincent wanted to know. “There seems to be an awful lot of ground to cover let alone my appearance by morning.”

“Stranger things have happened, and its not as if a suit has to be made from scratch. Someone must have one that they can add a few tucks to, extend a bit here or there, don’t worry we’ll find something.” Joe was scribbling down a few contact numbers as he spoke and handing them to Greg, “Here try these people, tell them Joe Maxwell sent you, tell them the order is needed like yesterday, I’m certain they can come up with something.”

“Right, I’m onto it!” Greg made for the door, pausing as Joe called him back, “And tell them its for Catherine Chandler’s sake.” He added hastily before adding beneath his breath, “that should get them moving.”

No one could argue that fact. A lot of people still admired Catherine Chandler.

Two people in the room loved her.

Led handcuffed and between two officers Catherine was bade to sit alongside her defence lawyer before the cuffs were removed for the second time that day. The morning’s hearing had not gone well and her hopes were sinking fast. With so much proof stacked against her, she was sure that she faced going to prison. Absentmindedly, she rubbed at her wrists searching the sea of faces for someone familiar, and was surprised to see first Elliot then Joe, two faces that had not been present earlier. In actuality, Joe had been there that morning but Catherine had not seen him sitting at the back. This afternoon he was at the front speaking to the judge and passing on some information that she hoped would free her.

She could not hear what was being said but as the courtroom filled up and people waited with a hushed silence odd words filtered across to her. She was surprised when the name Mr Wells was mentioned. Mr Wells? Surely Father had not come forth? And if he had what good could he do? Unless he was prepared to reveal the tunnels for her sake and she thought that highly unlikely, what business would Mr Wells have with her case? Of course it could be an entirely different Mr Wells, someone that she did not know, but whomsoever it was, was causing quite a stir with the judge. His hands gestured that something displeased him and he kept shaking his head as Joe whispered. Finally, they seemed to reach an agreement and shortly after Joe returned to his seat, the judge addressed the court.

“It is with reluctance that I have agreed to a new witness coming forth in Miss Chandler’s defence. However I would ask that all journalists refrain from taking photographs in this room and any one that does so will be in contempt of court, arrested and charged.” He gestured to Joe who rose and went to the back of the courtroom, opened a door and went through it. He seemed to be gone an age as the court waited in expectation for something they were sure would cause quite a stir.

Catherine’s heart raced, not knowing what to expect, whom to expect. Oh Lord surely he wouldn’t…surely…She could hardly bear to look even as her eyes were riveted to that door. Finally, it opened and loud voices could at first be heard on the other side. Joe’s raised and angry, the judge rising from his seat and police officers holding people back as those eager to know who was coming ion rushed to the door cameras at the ready. No photography in the courtroom sure, but nothing was said about behind those doors.

As sudden as Joe Maxwell led in his witness the whole courtroom went wild. Varying degrees of anger, hushed whispers, laughter from some, disbelief from others, flash photography stunning Joe and Vincent as they entered the courtroom, caught up in the bustle as officers charged forth to arrest the offending people. What did it matter? What did a fine, a prison sentence have in connection with the biggest scoop of the century? The judge had been afraid of this, and banging at his desk for order he finally had the courtroom under control.

Catherine sat there frozen to the spot, her mouth agape, her eyes riveted to Vincent’s, the fear apparent within them, the anger and rage that he would do this rising with every heartbeat.

Vincent, via their connection felt it all, and instilled his love and patience into her, trying to make her understand that what he had decided was indeed necessary. Then with quiet deliberation Joe led Vincent to the witness stand where as the sea of people grew silent in expectation, he entered and faced them.

In a dream Catherine took in his demeanour, this man that she loved above all else, and marvelled at the way he was dressed. Clearly Joe had had a hand in this, bless him, for Vincent looked immaculate. She even managed a grin as she saw all eyes of the female populace fixed firmly upon her truelove like they had never seen anyone so gorgeous in all their life and never would again.

Catherine could identify with that, he was beautiful to her and for her he had done this. It seemed unreal, and in the setting laughable yet serious too. His hair groomed back where a black velvet tie pinned it behind the nape of his neck, a black suit and white shirt hugging his body and a pale blue silk tie setting off the colour of his eyes to perfection. ‘Nice one Joe’ Catherine couldn’t help admiring the effect knowing she had her colleague to thank. However well dressed appearance or not, to the rest of the world Vincent was something else and he may just have well been wearing those bin liners that they had already seen him in than the designer suit he now wore.

The judge addressed him, asking him details and the court waited in expectation to hear him speak. When he did, Catherine almost smiled with satisfaction as they like she had once done could not believe that such a perfect voice, such a husky, sexy, beautiful voice could emanate from one such as he. Well what did they expect a roar? Despite the seriousness of the occasion Catherine heard herself chuckle and that was music to Vincent’s ears. Whatever he had unleashed be it good or bad, his intention had been in her best interests and he had done it solely for Catherine’s plight and not for his own. That Father would kill him when he found out he’d rather not think about just now.

“My name is Vincent Wells. My date of birth is January 12th 1954. I have no fixed address.”

From around the courtroom zoo personnel froze and whispered amongst themselves. This was, they knew the one whom they had captured and held in a cage, yet here he was sitting as large as life for all the world to see and acting like a decent if different human being. They could go to jail for holding someone such as he against his will. Thus, the table had turned and many people were frightened by what might happen this day.

Others rushed from the courtroom with justice in mind. As Joe had perceived many were seeking assistance and relatives of lost and loved ones slain at Vincent’s hand and despite all his good intentions Joe knew as his client had surmised that Vincent would not be allowed to leave the courtroom that afternoon. For the moment he set foot outside he would be arrested, and Joe hoped and prayed that despite expecting and accepting that this would be so, that Vincent did not do anything unlawful that would be held against him further and only convince the world that he should be shut away in a cage like a wild animal after all.

Everything pended upon the next few hours, they might not be able to change what would be, but whatever Vincent said now, would hopefully go a long way in his own defence later when he would definitely be brought to trial for murder!

(Authors note: From this stage forward and to avoid liability the name of the zoo that captured Vincent has been altered to Halcyon Days. This is a fabricated name on my part and I do not intend any infringement or offence to any other place or names of characters in the world that might bear anything similar or the same name. I should also like to give thanks to the following websites for their information in providing help with court terms - namely:
The New York Criminal Jury Instructions – Second Edition
http://www.courts.state.ny.us/juryinst.htm
and
Bricker & Eckler LLP – Attorneys at Law
A reporters guide to legal and court terminology
http://www.bricker.com/media/reporters/reportguide.asp)

Picture this:

The courtroom, filled now with a sea of faces waiting in hushed expectation for events to unfold.

Vincent, immaculately dressed poised and looking for all the world to be confident while awaiting the prosecutor’s first questions.

Catherine, holding her breath her eyes never leaving Vincent, hardly daring to hope that he had some way of getting her out of this mess without convicting himself for the murder and assault charges that would definitely be awaiting him.

The zoo personnel, hearts in mouth, sweating, wishing the ground would open up and swallow them as they realised that the very presentation of this strange person would call to account them holding a human being behind bars and crediting him with the title The Alpha and the Omega as they prepared to reveal him naked to the world. They would be ruined when he was awarded compensation, not to mention the embarrassment and slander that would surround their establishment.

Joe, hoping against hope, that he could somehow prevent the charges that would certainly befall Vincent the moment Catherine’s charges would be dropped.

Elliot, shocked that before him was the man that had stolen Catherine’s heart.

The jury, wondering how on earth they would be expected to handle this one and hoping that whatever they decided would be a just and fair charge.

And Father, as news spread like wildfire below from the few tunnel folk present in court at Catherine’s hearing had sent word to him, fuming and feeling sick to the pit of his stomach that Vincent could do such a foolhardy thing without even consulting him beforehand. And believing that this would mean the end of the tunnel world for sure even as his anger against Catherine knew no bounds.

“Members of the jury,” the prosecutor turned to the twelve men and women and then to the Judge presiding over the courtroom, “Your honour, you see before you what is commonly known as a ruse.” The courtroom was filled with angry voices as he spoke but undeterred he went on, “no man could look like this and it is folly that we should be expected to accept this…this…trick…” he finished with obvious distaste.

Commotion was followed by silence as his words sank in. Was it possible? Was this simply before them a man dressed in drag? After all the news bulletins had shown footage of ‘Alpha’ as he was being referred, so it was possible that anyone could copy him. In fact it could well be a ploy of Miss Chandler’s to have this occur for after all wasn’t Joe Maxwell her boss and colleague?

“We should strip him!” Someone yelled from the back. This was challenged by others who depending how they felt replied with “NO!” Or “He’s a fake, get him out of here!”

Even Joe was left to wonder and feeling awkward as he had not thought to consider at the outset that someone in disguise was a possibility. Maybe he too had been sucked in.

Only one person in that courtroom and one group of zoo personnel knew without a doubt that what they had before them was the real thing but neither would be forthcoming in revealing that fact.

Catherine, for reasons of her own, her mind racing ahead of her, knowing what Vincent had got into even though his intentions had been praiseworthy. The only thing that mattered now was that he should be fined for ‘dressing up’ as The Alpha and let go, but nothing else should befall him. Catherine would do anything to have the court believe that this was not the creature she had set free from the zoo but doubted that the zoo personnel would back her in this.

If only she had known, her heart might not have hammered quite so painfully. The zoo personnel wanted this thing, this person, this strange creature out of that courtroom faster than anyone could blink. They could not, would not confirm that he was the one that they had held in a cage filled with straw and fed raw meat on the bone. To do so would have them up to their necks in it.

Vincent, on the other hand was nodding and shaking his head as each accusation sailed his way, either agreeing or disagreeing with what was being slung around the room.

“Order, Order” the Judge banged the gavel down hard upon the bench and issued orders to police officers desperately trying to bring control to the courtroom.

Finally, a merit of silence descended upon the people, be it all they could do to keep silent, and the Judge addressed them.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, members of the jury, we are presented with possibly something that will never been seen again in the history of the courtroom but I ask you please to refrain from causing such a further disturbance. If you would therefore be silent while Mr Wells is cross-examined this would be appreciated. Any person not prepared to do this will be asked to leave the courtroom.”

With that he turned to the prosecutor and the plaintiff with the words “You are now free to ask your questions of the witness.”

“Thank you Sir.” The prosecutor came forth, his eyes never leaving Vincent’s face almost as though he wished to unveil him there and then for all to see.

“So, you are the said Mr Wells?”

Vincent said nothing and the Judge admonished him, “You may answer the question Mr Wells.”

With that Vincent replied, “Yes. I am he.”

“And do you know the defendant?”

“Yes. I know her well.”

While the prosecutor worked on his next question Catherine’s heart was in her mouth. Finally he went on, “How long have you known Miss Chandler, Mr Wells?”

“Since April 12th 1987.”

“You seem definite about that, would you care to tell the court how the two of you met?”

“Objection!” Joe cut in. Though he was surprised for by his calculations, April 12th was the day that Catherine had been slashed and left for dead in the park, yet he had been led to believe by Catherine herself that she had met Vincent prior to this.

“Overruled” the judge told them, and he addressed Vincent, “As I believe that the question is relevant in this case you may answer the question Mr Wells.”

Joe sat back down and waited with bated breath for Vincent’s answer. How would it differ from Catherine’s he wondered? He soon found out.

“Catherine and I met after she had been left for dead in Central Park. I was there when her abductors threw her from the van as if she were no more than a rag doll. Had I not of been in the park that night, there is a good possibility that she would have died from her injuries.”

From before him the Judge gathered up and passed some photographs to the jury. These photographs depicted Catherine with her face slashed and stitched after she had re-appeared some ten days after the abduction and assault.

“And you took her where? Isn’t it true that Miss Chandler was missing for some ten days and turned up at her apartment stitched, albeit grotesquely done, and in need of urgent medical attention?”

Vincent said nothing, not quite sure how to answer, or if indeed the question was applicable to him. He was right as the prosecutor went on sarcastically, “Mr Wells would you care to tell the court why you did not simply call for an ambulance when you found her lying in a pool of blood at the scene?”

“There was no time. She would have died.” Vincent hoped this line of questioning would soon be over his answers were sailing too close to the wind for his liking. How he would answer truthfully and not bring the tunnels into it beat him? Catherine too, was beginning to feel more uncomfortable than she had earlier as she saw along which lines the questioning was heading, and through the bond pleaded with Vincent that come what may, he directed his answers away from further questions that would be impossible to lie about.

“So you took her where?” Vincent and Catherine’s heart’s sank.

Vincent could not answer ‘to my home’, neither could he say ‘to my father who is a doctor.’ In fact he did not know what to say and almost sighed with relief as Catherine after appealing to Joe for help with her eyes heard Joe shout, “Objection” and could have fainted when the Judge was in favour of it with the explanation, “Mr Percival, Mr Wells is not on trial here. His reasons for doing anything or doing nothing as regards Miss Chandler’s attack are not at question here. We must keep to the facts at hand and the reasons the plaintiff has called the defendant to trial. Shall I remind you of what that is? I feel that I should so that we do not lose sight of why we are here. Miss Chandler has been brought to this courtroom to establish why she felt it her duty to rescue from the zoo one whom we had all been led to believe was a rare exhibit of the animal kind. Whereas we now see before us a man, albeit different from the rest of us, but a man nonetheless” (there were hushed disagreements around the courtroom and the Judge eyed them critically before continuing) “Therefore in retrospect I believe that there is no such case pending.” Many were surprised when he said this, but could not disagree that it were true. “However, since we are here and since there are a great deal of answers to be sought we will continue as far as the law permits to question both Mr Wells and Miss Chandler but only as to the reason why Miss Chandler entered into the zoo and led Mr Wells away. Personally I can see no reason to condemn her for such an action, however since the plaintiff has brought this charge against Miss Chandler we should continue.”

At that there was a hustle and bustle from one corner of the room as the plaintiff called the prosecutor over and the prosecutor in turn asked to be excused while he went to sort out the problem.

Silence thus ensued as the members of the court watched and waited until finally the prosecutor handed the Judge a message that he read in silence smiled and then read out loud to the courtroom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have been notified that the plaintiff wish all charges against Miss Chandler to be dropped, and a verdict of not guilty be applied to the charge of grand theft of their main exhibit, however…” He smiled and directed his next statement to the zoo personnel, “I wonder if before we terminate this hearing if the plaintiff would indeed select a representative to stand before us and tell the courtroom why they do not wish to pursue this matter? Could it be perhaps because they believe that Mr Wells is authentic and is as we see him, that is not in costume, and that would call into question the fact that they held against his will a man who as we can see is different true, but a man nonetheless? My question is this; If they accept that Mr Wells is none other than the one they referred to as The Alpha and the Omega then how can they be so sure? While the rest of us deliberate that what we see before us could be as the prosecutor so rightly referred to as a ruse, how can we be certain that Miss Chandler’s case should be dropped? What I would like to know and I am certain that all the intelligent people here would also like this answered is how can they be so sure it is he? And if they can be sure it is he then that calls into question the fact that they are frightened that Mr Wells will ask for compensation for the degrading things he was subjected to while held at the zoo.”

There was silence as people who had wondered about these things nodded enthusiastically and those to whom it had not crossed their minds now wanted to know the answer more than anything. But one thing bothered them, without stripping, or attempting to strip Mr Wells how would they know? How would it be proven that he was who he said he was, and why had the Judge made such a big thing of it? His tone had implied that the answers to such questions were very important, but everyone got the distinct impression that he was not asking them for the benefit of this trial but possibly for one or more that might spring up from it.

Vincent remained silent. At first believing that he had succeeded, he now grew worried again. What would they do to prove he was who he said he was? And whatever they did would it be in public?

Catherine was frightened. Vincent could see that in her eyes. She had hoped with all her might that the question of authenticity remained a mystery. For while it remained so Vincent could not be arrested for the crimes he had committed. And while he could be set about outside the courtroom no one would physically molest him to see if he wore a costume or not. They would at least grant him that privilege. But with the Judge now bringing up the question Catherine had hoped Vincent could evade, the problems were mounting and fast.

The prosecutor thus turned back to the plaintiff, “I think the Judge has asked a very reasonable question. In fact one that requires answering and it is clear that every one here has realised that the zoo will be called into question as to why they held a man in a cage against his will. So I see no reason why you cannot put us all out of our misery and provide some answers and therefore I hand you over to Mr Maxwell to ask these of you.”

Joe was surprised, he had sat listening his mind in a whirl, everything had gone disastrously wrong, and nothing was probable. He still felt that Vincent would be arrested though some doubt was in his mind as to when that would occur now. And it was highly likely that the Judge would ask Vincent if he would like to bring the zoo to trial and if he would seek compensation for his entrapment and the degrading way in which he had been held. But the one thing Joe did not want to do was seek proof from Vincent to show that he was real, or to ask questions from the plaintiff to prove that it was so.

Unsure as to how to approach the matter a sudden shout from the back of the courtroom diverted everyone’s attention away from him.

“They tattooed him!” A man stood from his seat and directed a finger at the zoo personnel, “They tattooed him!” he pointed next at Vincent. “If he is the Alpha that they caged then he will have the tattoo they gave him.”

Joe got his lead, “Is this true?” He asked the plaintiff.

Their representative consulted the other members, his cheeks reddening, as angry faces turned toward the man who had made the outlandish comment.

After some deliberation the reply came back “No!”

“They’re lying!” The fellow had now left the row that housed his seat entirely and was making his way to the front. “He’s tattooed, I know he is.”

Using the gavel once more the Judge begged for silence, “Sir you are in contempt of court, one more outburst like that and you will be removed is that understood?”

“It’s understood. But if I could be permitted to take the witness stand?” He pleaded his eyes sincere, “Please your honour, what I say is true…”

“SILENCE!” The gavel came down onto the bench with a loud and shuddering bang. “Remove this man!”

“It’s true, its true…” He hollered as the officers made a grab for him and he was cornered to be led away, “I know its true cos I did it! They made me do it, he’s tattooed, marked as zoo property, and I can prove it!”

Horrified Catherine and Vincent stared at one another and as the officers made to drag the disruptive fellow from the courtroom the Judge banged on the bench once more with the words “WAIT!” Then turning to the court who was by that time flustered and excited both, he told them, “This court is adjourned until nine o’clock tomorrow morning. If Mr Maxwell and Mr Percival would care to join me in my Chambers, there are things that I wish to discuss. So too, Miss Chandler and Mr Wells if you would please join me also.” Next he directed his attention to the young fellow who had just caused the sudden commotion, “And you sir, I’m sorry I do not know your name?”

“Robert. Robert Davy Sir.”

“Well then Mr Davy if you would also join us, I hope that we can get this matter sorted out. But let me tell you, you had better of been telling the truth.” He eyed the young man critically noticing that he did not even waver under his glare.

“I am telling the truth.” He told the judge sincerely, “And I would be glad to prove that to you.” He then glared at the zoo personnel who glared back.

If looks could kill, he’d be dead.

The State versus Halcyon Days Zoo

Day One - a.m.

The following morning the courtroom was packed. Some people, having waited outside since seven o’clock in the morning others having actually slept outside all night in order to get what they termed ‘a good seat’.

In hopeful expectation news crews had arrived but were not permitted to enter however after much deliberation an artist was allowed in who would sketch pictures of the ‘ strange man’ and generally assist the media in knowing what was taking place therein.

However, it was a complete and utter surprise to all when the bailiff arrived and addressed the court with the words, “The State versus Central park Zoo” rather than “The state versus Catherine Chandler, assistant deputy district attorney” as had been announced the day before.

A pin could have been heard to drop it was that quiet as all watched the Judge arrive and after begging that they sit back down, he began to explain. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Members of the Jury, I am sure that you will be eager to know why this trial is now between the State and Central Park Zoo rather than between the State and Miss Catherine Chandler.” He shuffled a few papers and had a photograph delivered to the jury before continuing, “Some of you are permitted to see the evidence that has brought about the change in circumstances. Others of you are aware that at the end of yesterday’s hearing Central Park Zoo dropped its charges against Miss Chandler, and that posed a question that required answering. Soon after this a young man stood up in court and announced that he had positive proof that Mr Wells was the said Alpha and the Omega that the zoo had been holding as their new and main exhibit and he was later taken to my Chambers to prove that fact.

At Mr Wells permission both myself, and Miss Chandler were present when Mr Davy revealed to us the tattoo that had been brandished upon Mr Wells both without his consent or knowledge and thus proved that Mr Wells is not only who he says he is, but is also most definitely NOT in costume.”

Hushed whispers raced through the courtroom at his words and died down as he continued. “Therefore, in view of the fact that Central Park Zoo both captured and held a man against his will as if he were an animal and then proceeded to degrade him by tattooing him with the words ‘The Alpha and the Omega property of Central Park Zoo, New York City,’ it was felt appropriate that the zoo’s behaviour be brought into judgement rather than that of Miss Chandler’s. To that end the trial continues afresh, the jury have been notified that all of yesterday’s hearing should be dismissed as irrelevant, and today’s hearing be used in conjunction with the photograph that has been passed among them. This being the photographed proof of the tattoo placed upon Mr Wells and constituted the property of the court. It is not for public display and no member of the jury should either for payment or any other reason divulge what they see before them to any other person, ever.” He emphasised the last word making it clearly obvious of the seriousness of the matter and not one member of the jury took his threat lightly. What they saw before them, a tattoo of the words read out by the judge very clearly showed the proof that Mr Wells was whom he claimed to be, although for some that led to shivers up the spine. Some had been so sure that it was a hoax and had been prepared for nothing less. Yet these photographs spoiled that illusion as the words very neatly and very carefully tattooed along the crease of Mr Well’s bottom where it would not usually be seen, attested to.

At that moment in time, neither Vincent nor Catherine were in court, waiting as it were for their turn to stand as witnesses when called, and having spent most of the night verifying the truth now found themselves quite alone in the same room for the first time in weeks.

“I feel I should know but why did you do it Vincent?” Catherine launched her attack that Vincent had known was to come as surely as eggs were eggs.

“You needed me. Without my appearance in court you would have gone to prison. The evidence was clearly stacked against you, and I couldn’t let you go to jail, Catherine.”

Catherine had expected this answer, still she challenged, “But to show yourself! Vincent do you realise what you have started?” Her green eyes flashed with anger and sorrow.

“Yes, Joe explained that to me. I know that I could very well, most probably end up in prison myself, but Catherine there was no other way!”

“Very probably…no other way…Vincent! I would have found a way! Joe could have done something.”

“Are you certain of that? As an exhibit and a rare one at that, you had stolen from the world not just Central Park Zoo. Catherine had you of been acquitted for this then some other geographical society would have had you on trial for some other misdemeanour. I was assumed to be the missing link in the evolutionary field and then there was the fact of what you had done with me. The only way to defend you was to come out of hiding and show the world that I might be different, but I am no animal. Though part of me may be, but I can speak and live as a man and so that brings into question that I am not an animal.”

“Well you’ve certainly changed your tune!” Catherine snapped sarcastically, “And who told you that huh? I tried for years to have you believe it and someone comes along and has you accepting it without preamble overnight!”

“No one but you changed that thought process Catherine. When we made love, when you first gave yourself to me, that’s when I stopped believing that I was an animal. “ He spoke softly and Catherine felt her heart contract.

“I’m sorry Vincent, I never realised. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive. You set me free from enslavement Catherine, not just once but more times than I care to admit. Some of those times I fought against, but could not deny deep down that you were right. Like the time you showed me that my hands were beautiful and said that they were your hands. Nothing moved me more or since my love, except perhaps our love making.” He winked and caused Catherine’s limbs to become as jelly.

Still she had to make him understand the seriousness of all of this, “Vincent you do realise that they could have you executed don’t you?”

“A risk I was prepared to undertake, my love. Besides I am guilty of those crimes, I should be judged, and in a strange kind of way feel relief that it will be so.”

“Relief! Vincent! Most of those crimes were due to self defence, or to protect me, you should not feel guilty because of what you were forced to do.”

“No matter, I do. To have to kill in order to put an end to killing, that is no answer Catherine and you know it. It makes me no better than those that came after you or I.”

Catherine didn’t seem to hear him, her mind was racing ahead as she went on, “I’ll have to testify against you, you did realise that didn’t you? Vincent how can I testify against you?” Her eyes were wounded, pleading for an answer that would satisfy while knowing such a thing was impossible.

“You could marry me. As I am led to believe wives are not allowed to testify against their husbands.”

The silence that followed was loud to her ears. Marry him! Now? When all the world would be watching! “Its impossible Vincent. Below it was possible, but not here not in my world. We would find ourselves in serious trouble with another trial pending. Human or not, the fact that you look like a lion would call into question the act of bestiality. I could go to prison for that and then where would we be, back to square one and for what?”

Vincent had no answers and after some time of deliberating for one, held open his arms, “Catherine come to me. I need to hold you close.”

There was no arguing with that plea, Catherine went into his arms willingly and as she felt them close around her decided that she had come home. Nothing was more important than being right where she was right now, and though doom hung over the two of them for whatever might come to pass, they could not think on it a moment longer. Now was their time, whatever would be would be and no amount of deliberating upon it would decide the outcome. They would just have to wait and hope and pray that whatever came whatever happened – their dream would endure.

Outside the journalists were waiting. Joe arriving late at court, found it almost impossible to walk one step ahead as they surged around him and thrust microphones under his chin, cameras flashing and smarting his eyes.

“Mr Maxwell, Mr Maxwell, can you tell us if the creature has to be cross examined this morning?” That question made Joe see red, “He’s not a creature!” He snapped. “He’s a human being, just like you and I. Different maybe but human nonetheless.” He tried to barge past them, but all too soon realised that he had entrapped himself as that same person questioned, “So you would agree would you not that Mr Wells is deemed fit and sane to stand trial for murder?” Joe groaned he’d known it would start but somehow he just hoped they’d give him breathing space. “No comment.” He told them gruffly, causing much merriment among the journalists who were vigorously writing whatever they wanted from that reply. Joe wanted so much to tell them all he knew, to tell them of the sort of person he knew Vincent to be, even though he’d not known him long, but he knew that he was not able to do so and he had to almost bite his tongue to stop himself from retorting things in Vincent’s defence. That Vincent only killed in self-defence or to protect the ones he loved made no difference here, not when the families of the slain ones were vying for justice.

This was going to be his toughest case yet. In all probability, there was no such law that could either convict or acquit Vincent of his crimes. He was one on his own, and there would be various contradictions. Joe knew that his work would be cut out but in some delightful way he felt proud that he would be the one to represent Vincent, and of course, it helped that he believed in him. He admired him too. He didn’t think for one moment that given the circumstances he would have been quite so forthcoming in agreeing to stand trial for the murders. Joe knew that Vincent hadn’t much choice but he didn’t doubt that had Vincent been against a trial that by his strength alone he could escape and disappear to wherever it was he resided and that would have been that. Okay so he would be a wanted person, but then he was already. And okay so he would never be able to venture into the city again, though Joe did wonder whether that would keep him away. But upon reflection, escape would have been better for Vincent than what he possibly faced now. And what, what if they did convict him of murder, what if they sentenced him to life imprisonment, or the death penalty where he'd be confined on death row indefinitely? He couldn’t mix with normal prisoners, neither could he be caged like an animal. This one was going to be very tricky. Joe had no thoughts as to what the outcome would be or where the blame should be apportioned and then suddenly with that thought in mind Joe had a brilliant idea. He’d found his trump card!

“The count is kidnapping in the second degree. Under our law, a person is guilty of kidnapping in the second degree when he or she abducts another person. Abduct means to restrain a person with intent to prevent that person’s liberation either by secreting them or holding them in a place where he or she is not likely to be found, or by using or threatening to use deadly physical force.
Restrain means to restrict a person’s movements intentionally and unlawfully in such manner as to interfere substantially with his or her liberty by moving him or her from one place to another. Or by confining him or her either in the place where the restriction commences or in a place to which he or she has been moved, without consent and with knowledge that the restriction is unlawful.
A person restricts another’s movements intentionally when his or her conscious objective is to restrict that person’s movements.” The judge paused to look at the jury to check he had their rapt attention, before continuing with his narrative.

“Under our law, with certain exceptions not applicable here, a person is not authorised to restrict another’s movements.
Intent means conscious objective or purpose. Thus a person acts with intent to prevent another’s liberation either by secreting or holding him or her in a place where he or she is not likely to be found or by using or threatening to use deadly physical force when that person’s conscious objective or purpose is to do so.
In order for you to find the defendant guilty of this crime, the People are required to prove, from all the evidence in the case, beyond a reasonable doubt, to prove the following:

That on or about October 11th 1989 in the County of Manhattan the defendant, Halcyon Days Zoo restricted the plaintiff's Vincent Wells’ movements in such a manner as to interfere substantially with his liberty by moving him from one place to another and by confining him to a place to which he had been moved.

That the defendant did so without the consent of Vincent Wells.

That the defendant did so intentionally;

That the restriction of Vincent Wells’ movements was unlawful and the defendant knew that the restriction was unlawful.” Joe grimaced here. This last part might be the fly in the ointment. If the jury was to prove beyond all reasonable doubt that the zoo was guilty of all counts then that last part could throw them. Because the zoo did not know that what they did was unlawful, since they thought that they were capturing a wild animal. What Joe had to prove was that this was not so, that in actuality Vincent had an owner that is someone that looked out for him and was therefore constituted responsible for him, but the only problem there would arise at Vincent’s own trial, when those responsible were guilty for his actions and should be tried also. Still Joe still held his own trump card difficult though it had been to turn up any evidence so far.

Throughout Joe’s own thoughts the judge was continuing; “That the defendant restrained Vincent Wells with intent to prevent Vincent Wells’ liberation either by secreting or holding him in a place where he was not likely to be found or by using or threatening to use physical force.
Therefore, if you find that the People have proven each of those elements beyond a reasonable doubt, you must find the defendant guilty of the crime of kidnapping in the second degree as charged by the court.
However, if on the other hand you find that the People have not proven any one or more of these elements beyond a reasonable doubt you must find the defendant not guilty of the crime of kidnapping in the second degree as charged by the court. Is that understood?”

With nods of affirmation and a uniform yes of agreement the judge surveyed the courtroom, and then all was quiet as each waited for the trail to begin. Finally sure that everyone was ready the judge signalled to the bailiff to announce commencement and as an appointed member of the zoo personnel took the stand Joe prepared to ask his opening questions.

“Your name please?” Joe asked the appointed member.

“Daniel Osborne.”

“And your position in the zoo?”

“Managing director, Sir.”

“And were you or were you not aware of the kidnap of Vincent…”

“Objection!” The defendant attorney cried.

“Mr Maxwell, you must direct your questions correctly. At this stage, the subject of kidnapping is yet to be proven. Please be careful.” The judge told Joe.

“I apologise.” Joe thought a few seconds trying to think of the best way to ask the question he needed an answer to and finally came up with, “Mr Osborne, were you in your position as managing director of Halcyon Days aware that the plaintiff Mr Wells, had been brought into the zoo?”

“No.”

“When were you made aware of this fact?”

“The following day, that is, after he was brought in.”

“And in what condition would you say you found Mr Wells to be in at that stage?”

“He was unconscious.”

“Unconscious? Why was that?”

“He had been darted.”

“Would you please tell the court in which manner it was deemed necessary to dart Mr Wells to render him unconscious.”

Mr Osborne looked uncomfortable, and he appealed to the judge for guidance. The judge told him to answer the question.

“It was deemed at that stage that Mr Wells was a wild animal and therefore dangerous.”

“Yet as I am led to believe by this time Mr Wells was confined to an area where lions had been kept secure for years. Why then was it deemed necessary to have him unconscious as well?”

Looking decidedly uncomfortable now, Mr Osborne shifted from foot to foot and turned appealing eyes to his attorney who gratefully came to his defence. “Overruled. The question is unnecessary and does not pertain to the case.”

“Mr Maxwell would you care to enlighten me as to your line of reasoning?” The judge asked him. “On what bearing does your question have in relation to the charge?”

“If you would permit me to continue with this line of questioning, Sir all will be revealed. The definition is in fact in direct relation to the case.”

“You have my permission to proceed Mr Maxwell. The defendant will answer the question.”

“Thank you Sir.” Joe told him gratefully. “I shall repeat the question.” And to Mr Osborne he reiterated in part, “Why then was it deemed necessary to have Mr Wells unconscious as well caged?”

The defendant mumbled his reply and was asked to repeat it so that those at the back of the court could hear. “So that we could examine him.”

Bingo! Just what Joe had wanted, thus his next question surprised the court, “And those examinations constituted sexual assault did they not?”

The people in court gasped. Some of the tunnel community were present and had not known of this.

“No, the examination was carried out respectfully. At this stage we were trying to establish whether or not the creature was fertile or sterile in order to presume whether or not he was one of a kind.”

Joe had expected the defendant to argue. Still what he said was an admonition of fact and he could use it. “Was this before or after you had examined Mr Wells to see if he was intellectual and could converse with you?”

There was no reply.

“Let me rephrase that, was this before or after you had verified the fact that Mr Wells would not object to the examination?”

Still no reply and the judge intervened. “Please answer the question Mr Osborne.”

“The creature’s ability to speak was never verified.”

“Would you please elaborate, on that answer Mr Osborne?”

With a sigh of resignation Mr Osborne replied, “ You must understand that while we considered the creature to be the missing link between Neanderthal and modern man we focused primarily on the side that was feline. It was thought that the possibility of speech was negative and therefore never examined.”

“An oversight would you not agree? Surely if you considered him the missing link between ancient and modern man the very first thought would be to analyse his speech efficiency if only to understand him better. Would it be in all fairness to say therefore that by keeping him anaesthetised you could carry out the various examinations without the knowledge of his human conceptions preventing the carrying out of such examinations, so that at no time could the zoo’s actions be brought into question?”

Reluctantly Mr Osborne replied, “Yes.” Then hurried to explain, “But you must understand that…”

However, Joe had had enough and cut in with. “There is nothing to understand Mr Osborne. The zoo was closing was it not? Lack of funds and considerable debts entailed the drafting of animals to other zoos and ultimately the closure of Halcyon Days. Therefore, when came along an unexpected attraction the origin of the creature was not foremost in the minds of the zoo personnel but rather the fact of his existence and the title apportioned to him of Alpha and the Omega.
This alone brings rapt attention and in fact, we have seen by the extensive news coverage and the new book which you yourself wrote and had published that the name represented something that was the first and last of its kind. And as proof of this fact, you were forced to extract sperm from Mr Wells without his consent or his knowledge, in order to satisfy your own curiosity and establish that the name apportioned to him was authentic. Therefore, you were in fact sexually abusing Mr Wells and I would like the court to consider this fact in their final analysis.”

The judge nodded, he saw no reason for this not to be so, and leaning forward announced to the jury that they should take the issue of sexual abuse along with their deliberation when they came to recess.

“Have you any further questions Mr Maxwell?” The judge asked. Joe shook his head then affirmed with, “No, that is all, Sir.” And prepared to return to his seat.

“Have you any questions Mr Richards?” The judge asked the defendant’s attorney. When he replied that he hadn’t the judge turned to the zoo representative and told him, “You may step down now Mr Osborne.” and then after directing a question at the bailiff, the latter announced, “Call Mr Wells to the stand.”

At this, there was a hustle and bustle from the audience and all eyes were riveted to the door from where Vincent would enter. Some had not seen him in weeks, others in days, and others never at all before, so that when he finally emerged into the court wearing his designer suit and blue silk tie varying degrees of gasps and sighs were heard.

“Please take the stand, Mr Wells.” The judge admonished him. Vincent did as asked then with the bailiff handing him a Bible repeated after him, “I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God.”

From his seat Joe rose and coming to stand in front of Vincent he smiled, hoping to convey feeling and sympathy to his witness. Vincent smiled back, something that was not lost on the members of the court, and especially those at the front that gasped at the sight of a glint of deadly white fangs.

“Would you care to tell the court your name, date of birth and address Sir?” Joe asked politely.

“My name is Vincent Wells. I was born January 12th 1954. I have no fixed abode.” That bit stuck in Vincent’s throat, especially as he had sworn on the Bible and he hoped that God would forgive him, after all he wasn’t doing it for himself, but rather for all the tunnel dwellers whose home had to remain a secret.

“Thank you Mr Wells. Would you now tell the court in which manner you found yourself captured and held against your will at Halcyon Days Zoo.”

Vincent had thought about this long and hard. There were so many aspects that he had to leave out and he hoped that what he said would run smoothly enough to be believed. “Yes. It was the evening of October 11th. I was walking through Central Park when I felt a sharp pain in my left leg. I knew nothing more until I woke up in a lying naked in a cell littered with fresh straw.”

“What were your first thoughts Mr Wells, can you remember?”

“Yes, I was disorientated. At first thought I was dreaming, and then I realised that the brightness around me was from overhead lights something I am not accustomed to, and knew that someone had captured me.”

“And how was that apparent, have you ever been captured before?”

“Yes, a year ago. I was held at a laboratory by a man named Hughes.”

“And how did you escape that time?”

“Catherine, that is Miss Chandler rescued me.”

“And it was Miss Chandler was it not that rescued you this time?”

“Yes.”

“In your own terms how would you describe your treatment at Halcyon Days?”

“As an animal it was probably fair and just. I was always clean, and despite being naked, I was warm and well fed, but as a human the conditions were abhorrent. I was fed meat on the bone, stripped naked, kept sedated and examined without consent. Only one man wondered if I might be able to speak coherently and was inclined enough to ask me.”

“And his name, do you know it Mr Wells?”

“I only know him as Barry. It was thanks to this man that I would have had some form of covering in which to face the world.”

“Then you must be sincerely grateful to him?”

“Yes. The world would be a better place if all people were as compassionate as Barry was to me. He showed fellow feeling, and as such gave me the dignity of being human rather than animal.”

“And how would you view yourself Mr Wells?”

“That is a question I have asked myself all my life. Various aspects show that I have the traits of a lion, others that I am human. If I am to speak percentages I would say that seventy five percent is human, but it is often that other twenty five percent that has the upper hand.”

“And is not the seventy five percent capable of controlling the twenty five?”

“No. The other is very strong. It overrides self control and sensibility but only when taunted.”

“And what would taunt it?”

“Seeing someone innocent suffering.”

“And for no other reason? You would not knowingly set yourself up as some kind of vigil anti and abuse that twenty five percent in order to clean up the city from crime?”

“No.”

“But you do on occasion go into the city and help innocent victims if you should see them?”

“Yes.”

“What other reasons do you come into the city Mr Wells?”

“To visit friends.”

“Of which Miss Chandler falls into that category?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go back to the fellow Barry. Do you know what his position was in the zoo?”

“No.”

“Did he at any time tell any other personnel of your ability to speak?”

“Not in so many words. He told others that he suspected that I might be able to speak.”

“And they did what?”

“They did not want to believe him.”

“Objection!”

The judge leaned forward, “I’m sorry Mr Wells, that answer was drawn on presumption. What they did or did not want is hearsay. Please try to refrain from making assumptions.”

“I apologise. Rather they did not appear to listen to him.” Vincent replied.

“When you first showed the fellow Barry that you could speak, what did you ask of him?”

“I asked that he free me. When he said he would be sacked for doing so, I asked if he would get word to a friend of my whereabouts. But he said he could not do that either.”

“Did Barry at any time enter your cage?”

“Not that I was aware of.”

“But you said he gave you some covering.”

“Yes, he did. He passed me some boxer shorts through the bars and told me to hide them beneath the straw and don them just before the panels were lifted that would reveal me to the outside world.”

“Why did he say this?”

“He told me that if I wore them any sooner, the zoo personnel would take them off of me, because they wanted me to appear naked.”

“And how did that make you feel, Mr Wells?”

“I felt ashamed. I would rather have died than have been exposed in this way.”

“Mr. Wells earlier you mentioned that you were not used to overhead lights. What of these in this courtroom, do they hurt your eyes?”

“Yes. My eyes become sore in daylight or artificial light.”

“Which is why you prefer to frequent the city after dark?”

“Yes, and because of my looks.”

“How does that concern you?”

“When people see me for the first time I remind them of what they are most afraid of. This is one of the reasons I wear a cloak and hood, to shield my looks from the people so that they are not frightened.”

“It must be such a relief when some people accept you for what you are and what you look like?”

“Yes a relief and a blessing.”

All the while Vincent was speaking the spectators in the public gallery were enthralled by his words. He showed compassion and tenderness in the way that he spoke and his mannerisms, but hearing how he felt about people seeing and being afraid of him made the spectators adhere to him even more. This man had the wonderful ability to place himself into the shoes of others and feel more for them than he did for himself. He could so easily have been a bitter man intent on scaring others but he was not. The people began to love and feel sympathy for him.

“I have one last question before I pass you over to my learned friend to ask you his questions. Would you prefer it if from tomorrow you are permitted to wear dark glasses to shield your eyes from these artificial lights, Mr Wells?”

“That would be most appreciated, thank you.”

Joe looked toward the judge who after a moment’s deliberation nodded and replied, “Yes I think that would be in order unless anyone has any objections?”

A rumble of no went through the courtroom and the judge went on, “Then please after today you may wear the dark glasses to protect your eyes, unless someone has any on them that Mr Wells could borrow now?” The judge looked around the courtroom hopefully, glad when a few people raised their hands and searching bags or pockets brought out a case and offered them up for the bailiff to take to Vincent. With thanks, he tried several on, until finding a pair that he favoured stuck with those and thanked the owner and the judge most sincerely. His eyes had indeed hurt him terribly, and this act of kindness almost made him weep.

“No more questions. Thank you Mr Wells.” Joe returned to his seat and the defendant attorney took up his recently vacated position.

Vincent had been warned about the defendant attorney by Catherine and he knew that while Joe would have been kindness itself this man would be the one if any to rake him over the hot coals, and if he wasn’t careful could bring the dark one to the fore. It would take every ounce of strength he possessed to answer the questions minimally and be aware that he could so easily be entrapped if he wasn’t careful. So taking a deep breath Vincent drew himself to his fullest height and waited for the new line of questioning to begin.

“Mr Wells, my name is Richard Rawlings and I have been appointed by Halcyon Days Zoo and would like to ask you some questions. First of all you told the court that you are of no fixed abode, is this correct?”

Vincent’s heart hammered painfully and he hoped he sounded convincing, when he replied, “Yes.”

“I find that a little hard to believe Mr Wells. Are you telling the court that from the time you were born you have had no one looking out for you?”

“Objection!” Joe cried.

“Overruled Mr Maxwell, the plaintiff may answer the question.” The judge told him.

“I have friends.” Vincent replied “And over the years those friends have fed and clothed me.”

“And did they not teach you good behaviour?”

“Objection!” Joe shouted.

“Mr Rawlings, please rephrase that question.” The judge told him.

“I apologise, what I meant to ask was, were you at any time taught the rights and wrongs of behaviour, so that you would know that killing in any guise is unlawful?”

“Objection!” Joe cried.

“Sustained. Mr Rawlings, I must remind you that Mr Wells is not on trial here. Any actions caused by Mr Wells and brought into question will have to come to light at another trial, and I think it is worth mentioning here that the plaintiff is well aware that there are other trials pending as to his behaviour and reasons for that behaviour. But first and foremost at this moment in time is this trial where we are trying to establish if Halcyon Days Zoo are guilty of capturing and holding Mr Wells against his consent, or if the blame should be apportioned elsewhere. Please proceed Mr Rawlings and direct your questions accordingly.”

“I apologise Mr Wells.” Rawlings was quiet for a moment pondering his next question. He hoped that someone would hire him to defend them in a case against Vincent Wells, for he hated the sight of the fellow and really wanted to drag him over the hot coals. But now was not the time. However, as far as it depended on him he aimed to see that the jury could not vote beyond all reasonable doubt, because there was one thing that could be called into question and he asked it of Vincent now. “If then, you are of no fixed abode, and you have already pointed out that twenty five percent of you is in fact animal, then in all fairness the zoo can be acquitted by their innocence that they were acting in accordance with what they saw and knew of you. How do you so answer?”

Joe groaned, he’d feared this would be brought up. But in actuality, he had never foreseen that the zoo would be ruled as guilty. This case was a stepping-stone to something grander. Vincent’s appearance in the limelight so to speak was priming the way for greater things. Everyone knew it. This case was in itself immaterial and the sooner it was over the better. It was preliminary to that which would come and it was that to which he held his trump card and was eager to display it. However, he also knew that the evidence would take a considerable length of time to unearth and the case might well last months. It was a colossal, mountainous task he had set before himself, and he looked forward to it with mixed feelings as he awaited Vincent’s answer to the last question.

“I can see this from both sides of the coin.” Vincent replied.

“That is no answer.” The lawyer began, but Vincent cut in with, “If the zoo did in fact sincerely believe that I was a wild creature then in all fairness they had every right to entrap me. But if they considered me to be a missing link between Neanderthal and Modern man then upon that entrapment they should have established whether those things were so by examining my ability to converse with them. I believe that they acted selfishly and did not care to know who I really was, or whether I might have people worried about why I had gone missing.”

“So you are saying that the zoo kidnapped you, Mr Wells?”

“In effect, yes. In actuality I believe that they did not want to know that I was part human so that their actions regarding showing me to the world could not be called into question.” The judge was impressed. This man was certainly a thinker. He wondered how well that same ability would rescue him in trials to come.

“So let me get this straight. You believe that while the zoo did not act with your best interests at heart they did in all fairness act in such a way that they truly believed that you were a wild creature to be caged and put on display for all the world to see?”

“Yes, if that’s what they truly believed. But it wasn’t me that brought up the question of the link between Neanderthal and Modern Man, the zoo I believe were the first to mention this when they said that those facts were their primary feelings on the matter even though they decided that my feline side was more appealing.”

“Yes that is correct. But what we are trying to establish here, Mr Wells, is whether the zoo acted correctly in their presumption that you were a wild creature. And forgive me for saying so but having met you, I can quite understand how they reached that conclusion and I defy anyone here today to think the opposite, and so the zoo’s actions regarding you were blameless.”

Vincent sighed, “Put like that, yes.”

The attorney smiled a secret smile, “Thank you Mr Wells, no more questions.”

“Mr Maxwell have you any further questions?” The judge asked. Joe shook his head. No matter how much time was spent on the case they were never going to make it stick that the zoo had been unlawful. They had the presumption of innocence on their side. They had acted without forethought and no matter the obscenities that Vincent had suffered, it could not be called into question that as an animal in which capacity they had seen him he had been treated unfairly. Vincent had said as much himself.

At this, the judge turned to the jury and told them, “Members of the jury, you have heard the evidence pertaining to this case, that being whether or not the zoo acted professionally in their capacity to secure what they believed to be a wild animal. And as such whether or not they are innocent or guilty of capture and entrapment or whether they did indeed kidnap a human being and hold him without consent and degrade him by forcing him to lie naked in a cage on a bed of straw and feed him raw meat on the bone. You have seen the plaintiff and you have heard him speak, but you must view this case from the initial standpoint of the zoo’s first impressions of Mr Wells.
Therefore I remind you if you find that the People have proven each of those elements beyond a reasonable doubt, you must find the defendant guilty of the crime of kidnapping in the second degree as charged by the court.
However, if on the other hand you find that the People have not proven any one or more of these elements beyond a reasonable doubt you must find the defendant not guilty of the crime of kidnapping in the second degree as charged by the court.”

As the jury accepted the judge’s statement, the judge told the court, “We will break for recess until one o’clock.”

“Court rise.” The bailiff cried and as everyone rose from their seats the judge left the court for his chambers, while the jury filed out one by one, and a hush fell over the court room.
Joe checked his watch, it was half past eleven. It didn’t leave the jury much time to eat and decide but he knew as well as anyone else that there was only one way the case could go. He’d known that all along. It didn’t alter the contradiction though. While the zoo would be found not guilty of kidnapping in the second degree because that which they captured they deemed to be animal when it came to his own trial against the families of those he had slain, Vincent would be tried as a man with a vicious trait he had little control over. He’d said as much himself this day. Joe felt sick. It reminded him of the movie’s he had seen where an alien came to earth and the governments because of their incapability to understand such a one, would kill that alien for one of two reasons. Either they felt that one to be a threat to the human race or they wanted to cut it open and examine it extensively. Seldom would they befriend that one and ask it the questions that they had been dying to know. Well whether fact or fiction, this was a similar case. The zoo had not wanted to know whether Vincent could converse with them or not and neither would society in general. His actions rather than the person he was would be highlighted and called into question, and the world would remain in ignorance of someone that they could possibly learn a lot from, but would not care one iota about such a fact.

Joe could almost hear the people cheering and ranting hang him, or it would turn into a witch hunt that he had always thought ludicrous anyway to presume innocence if the witch drowned or guilt if they did not. Well when tied to a bloody great concrete slab how the hell could they do anything but drown? And this was the way it would be with Vincent Wells. Innocent until proven guilty? No, guilty until proven guilty. It was the way of human society, but it was all wrong. Sometimes Joe wished he’d chosen another profession, there were times when the tides were very firmly set against him and nothing could turn them aside. Well he’d try, it would be hard but he’d try anyway. A mountainous task, sure, but as was the way of things, and much to Joe’s surprise the mountain was just about to come to Mohammed.

Day One - p.m.

When the jury finally returned, Vincent waited in hopeful expectation though he knew not what for. In all fairness, what he had set out to achieve had been achieved and nothing else mattered. Catherine had been set free. The fact that he had proven that to society he was of human capability showed that Catherine was well in her rights to rescue and free him from the zoo, so that no blame of theft could be apportioned to her. So whether the zoo were found innocent or guilty did not really concern him. They did what they deemed to be right and correct at the time and that was that.

It was well he felt this way, for when asked if the jury had found the zoo guilty or not guilty they ruled that it could not be proven beyond all reasonable doubt that the zoo had acted incorrectly over the entrapment of Mr Wells, and so a verdict of not guilty was returned.

Most people had expected this, but what they did not expect was the judge’s final ruling. “In light of the verdict the state awards Mr Wells the sum of $200,000 for compensation by Halcyon Days Zoo and all costs incurred from the removal of the tattoo pertaining that Mr Wells is the property of Halcyon Days Zoo are to be presented to Halcyon Days Zoo within ninety days of this hearing.”

However, Vincent spoke up stunning those listening further still, “There is no need for compensation Your Honour. I have no need of money, and the zoo still have debts and a few animals to feed. I hold no grudges against the zoo for their treatment of me, only that they pay for the removal of the tattoo, and any after treatment that may be required.”

The judge nodded, “So be it Mr Wells, that is very noble of you, and may I take this opportunity of welcoming you to New York as an American citizen?”

Vincent wasn’t certain how to reply. With what was coming, being an American citizen would give him certain rights and yet legalise him to certain laws within that citizenship. As much as the judge appeared to be offering friendship Vincent wondered if, in fact, he was being primed for something to come and so, not sure how to, he did not reply. The judge chuckled, yes for a certainty this fellow was an intelligent human being and he looked forward immensely to the weeks ahead and the pending trails to come.

Naturally, Vincent did not feel the same way.

“Well buddy, I wish that there was some way of getting you out of here without you being carted straight off to jail, but I don’t know of one.” Joe told Vincent as the two made their way back to where Catherine awaited them.

“I know Joe, and I want to thank you for everything that you have done. But I am aware have always been aware that this day would come, and in many respects I am relieved that it has happened. I only wish…”

“Yes, what do you wish?” Joe was intrigued, there was still so much about Vincent that he did not know.

“There are people I would wish to see before I am arrested. I may never see them again.” It grieved Vincent that some of the tunnel dwellers had been in court. He had seen the expressions on their faces and had known that if they could have they would have whisked him away to the tunnels the moment the jury returned their verdict of not guilty. Knowing that now it would start, now the real problem would be faced. And it grieved him that he hadn’t yet made peace with Father for coming out of hiding and acting on Catherine’s behalf knowing the issues that would be raised thereafter. He knew that Father had forgiven him true, but he still felt bad about it. Almost as if for all the years Father had sweated blood over him, he was now repaying him like this, as if none of it had mattered. Father loved him of that there was no doubt and what was about to occur would be breaking his heart. That and the fact that Catherine would in all likelihood take the blame.

“I think we can safely say that the moment you leave court you will be arrested. Bail, even conditional bail, is highly unlikely since you have no fixed abode unless we can find somewhere for you to reside. However, Catherine who will be called as your witness will be unable to have you stay with her. I, who act as your attorney will be unable to offer you accommodation at my home, but surely there has to be someone that you know within this city who would agree to putting you up? Although you will, I’m afraid, have to spend a few nights in prison cells, until bail can be applied for.”

“There is a man that might be able to help.” Vincent told Joe. “It is in fact Catherine’s own GP and a friend of mine. Namely Peter Alcott, I am certain he would allow me to stay at his home and being a man of authority he is unlikely to do anything as unlawful as letting me out of his sight.”

“Perhaps, but being a general practitioner he will have to leave home every day to attend surgery so you will be left much to your own devices. We have to show the court that wherever you are located you will have supervision. What about someone like Greg, the helper that introduced us? His store is adjacent to his home and there you would be with him twenty four hours a day.”

Vincent nodded, “Yes I’m certain Greg would help, but he wouldn’t have the money for bail.”

“I don’t think you need worry about that. If I know Catherine she will insist on putting that up for you, however much it is.” Joe reasoned.

“Did I hear my name mentioned?” Catherine enquired opening the door more fully as they approached. Joe ran her through his recent conversation with Vincent.

“Of course, that goes without saying.” Catherine beamed, she knew as well as Vincent that Greg might be a decoy when it came to having somewhere to stay but in actuality, Vincent would reside in the tunnels. It was the perfect opportunity.

“Well if you two are ready, we have to go outside and face the dragons now.” Joe smiled wryly.

“I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be, but if I could have a few moments alone with Catherine?” Vincent asked. Joe bowed out of the room, “Of course, sorry I should have realised. You two take all the time you need.”

“I wish that were so.” Catherine commented as Joe closed the door behind him. “I wish we could take all the time we needed. I for one wouldn’t move from this spot forever more.”

Vincent didn’t seem to hear her, he stepped forth gathered her close and told her, “Catherine, I love you, whatever comes, whatever happens know that will never alter.”

With her arms around him, Catherine held him close. Everything now, their dream, their lives hung on these next few minutes. Anything might happen. “I’ll always be here Vincent, always. And I’ll wait for you, whatever the court decides I’ll wait for you. I love you Vincent.”

A tapping at the door startled them and Joe’s voice asked, “You ready folks?”

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” Vincent told Catherine and opening the door the two fell into step alongside Joe, who by this time had nothing more to say, and the three walked hearts in mouths toward the main doors of the court. Once there Joe took a deep breath and in a stance that seemed to imply ‘this is it’ he opened the door leading out onto the street and as surmised was met by several police officers holding the journalists at bay.

Joe tried to shield Vincent and attempting to force his way through the crowd steered Vincent and Catherine by their elbows toward the waiting car at the curb, but his actions were halted when two police officers stepped either side of Vincent and snapping on handcuffs told him, “Vincent Wells, we are arresting you on suspicion of murder. You do not have to say anything but anything you do so will be taken down and may be used in a court of law against you.” Tears gathered in Catherine’s eyes, she had expected it but it was still a shock and she wanted to rant and rave at the injustices of it all, but knew that would do no good. From now on the dream that they’d shared took on a frightening reality and the outcome looked bleak.

“Don’t worry Cathy.” Joe tried to reassure her, “I’ll do everything I can to get him acquitted.”

Catherine wasn’t quite so optimistic. “We’ll need a miracle Joe, and then some.”

Inclined to agree, Joe said nothing, but his silence said it all, and as Vincent was led to the awaiting police car, the tears that had gathered in Catherine’s eyes started to fall like they might never stop.

Two days went by. Catherine pacing her living room for the millionth time had heard nothing from Joe, even though she had rung his number several times. The office said he was out, and on contacting the police department was told that she couldn’t see or speak with Mr Wells as he was still in custody and helping with their enquiries.

Kept in the dark, Catherine contemplated going below but chickened out. Father’s wrath was not something she needed right now. She felt she was going mad as it was, Father would only hammer another nail in that particular coffin.

Finally unable to stand the silence of her apartment any longer she donned shoes and jacket and grabbing her keys set off for the DA’s office where even if Joe wouldn’t be present she would at least find some familiar faces that would make her feel human again.

She hadn’t quite reached her car when another pulled into the parking lot that she recognised and she drew level with the driver’s side door until the engine died and the driver got out. “Joe! Where have you been?”

“No time to explain now kiddo, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” For the first time Catherine noticed someone in the passenger seat, someone she had never before met. “Carl, this is the lady I was telling you about, Catherine Chandler. Cathy I’d like you to meet Carl Windsor.” Cautiously Catherine held out her hand and smiled wanly as some sixth sense told her that she would not like what this man had to say.

“Pleased to meet you Miss Chandler. I have wanted to meet you for some time. Please can you spare the time to talk?”

“I was just going to the office, as it happens.” Catherine told the pair, “But since you’re here perhaps you’d like to come up to my apartment.”

Joe and Carl nodded their grateful thanks, and heading back toward the elevator, Catherine led the way to her home.

Inside the apartment, Joe wasted no time, “Cathy, what we have to tell you may come as a shock. Maybe you need to sit down.”

Catherine remained standing, leaning against the dining room table, her jacket half on and off as if she was prepared for flight at any moment.

“Tell me.” She asked her eyes wide and anxious.

“Vincent told me how he was found abandoned as a baby outside St Vincent’s hospital, and that set me thinking. I started to make some low key enquiries but found that it would be more difficult than I’d supposed and I knew that it was going to be hard.”

“Run that by me again will you Joe, what would be hard?” Catherine forced a grin.

“Basically, to find the person or persons responsible for Vincent’s creation.” Joe told her and wasn’t surprised by her gasp. “I began thinking kiddo, that whomsoever was responsible for Vincent’s makeup was in effect the one to be blamed for all of this. Forgive me, but I drew that conclusion from thinking on the ownership of someone with a dog. A dangerous dog would be destroyed but its owner summonsed and fined for not taking good care of the animal to begin with. Well we couldn’t very well destroy Vincent, but we could, I thought, bring the reckless owner or creator of him to justice. Vincent does what he does, reacts how he does because of someone’s warped mind and it should be that person that ought take the blame for the things that Vincent does either by instinct or by a built in mechanism that makes him react violently when threatened, or when someone he loves is threatened.
Whatever, that’s what I had in mind at any rate but the problem of finding such a person was almost impossible until Carl here turned up. I’ll let Carl tell you what he told me.”

“Miss Chandler, this may be hard to believe but I am the husband of Mr Well’s mother.” He let that sink in, as Catherine mouth open wide gasped loudly, mainly through disbelief.

“Its true. I know it’s hard to believe but I can prove it and I am willing to stand up in court and verify this fact. My wife once subjected herself to a very stupid experiment in a bid to save the Asiatic Lion from extinction and then scared silly of the repercussions dumped her baby when she saw what he looked like. We wasn’t married back then, in fact we have only been together some twenty two years, but let me tell you Miss Chandler not a day went by in all that time that Steph, that is my wife Stephanie did not regret what she had done, both in producing such a child and dumping him out in the cold that night. But she was young, only seventeen back then and if she had not been alone, things might have been very different. If I had met her back then we might possibly have raised that child. I grew up in a household of deformities, Miss Chandler, my parents were always fostering children with various disabilities and disfigurements and it would have been nothing for me to have accepted a child that looked different to the norm. But that was not to be, however, in some small way I wish to be of assistance in any way that I can and naturally the same goes for Stephanie.”

“Your wife is alive?”

“Alive? Oh very much so. She isn’t with me now, only because she has the children to look after and both of us couldn’t afford the airfare. We live in California you see. It was difficult for me to raise the fare let alone Steph’s, and even if she could have afforded to come with me, then who would look after the children? Child minding fees are expensive and we have seven children.”

“Seven! Jeez.” Joe exclaimed and then turned beat red that he had.

“But you are missing the point Mr Windsor. Your wife will have to come when it goes to trial, as much as you wish to stand for her, it will have to come from her. Your wife will have to take the stand, there will be no other way.”

“Oh we know that. I plan to go back and Steph will come over. I’d like to be with her for support but…” he shrugged, “you know how it is.”

“Why didn’t she come by herself this time? I know you mean well Mr Windsor but this story would have been better coming from her to start with?” Catherine told him.

“We appreciated that. But Steph has only a few days to go, and couldn’t travel right now.”

Catherine and Joe drew their brows together, the question unspoken in the expression on their faces and Carl Windsor explained, “With number eight. Steph is expecting number eight any day now.”

“She’s pregnant?” Catherine exclaimed, ‘again’ beneath her breath. Carl nodded, “Yes so you see why it was impossible that she came at this stage. She will however be only too willing to come the next time, but she will have to bring the baby with her.”

“Yes that’s to be expected. But I need more than this Mr Windsor. I need to know, dates, places, weather conditions, everything of the time that your wife gave birth to Vincent, and I mean everything. And that information is not for my ears but rather for a man that has known Vincent since birth. I can arrange a meeting here at my apartment, but…” she turned to Joe, “there’s to be no cross examining the fellow alright? I’m asking Jacob Wells here for one reason only to establish authenticity of what Mr Windsor has to reveal, is that understood Joe?”

Joe wasn’t happy about that. If someone new was being brought in and by his name obviously linked to Vincent, then he’d like to cross examine him, but he nodded anyway, seldom could he deny Catherine anything she asked.

Carl promised he would make himself available any time she chose, and Catherine finally seeing the two to the door, nudged her jacket firmly back on and practically followed them out, one direction her sole intention, to the threshold, through the tunnels and onward, to Father’s chamber.