Chapter 47
Quinn
1 year later
I hadn’t noticed I had been picking at my tissue until a massive pile of white fluffy paper was on my lap. Brushing the mess from my skirt, I returned my eyes to the front of the courtroom. At any moment, the jury would walk through those doors and deliver a verdict.
Shifting in my seat, I gazed at Detective Chin in his bright orange jumpsuit. They had to render a guilty verdict. Not only was there extensive rigged evidence, but new, legitimate evidence had come to light months after Chin’s arrest. Apparently, the husband of one of the victims had found a diary under his mattress. The entries gave explicit details about what happened the day my boys lost their families. Had the boys not killed her, she might have taken her own life in guilt after Christmas.
Throughout the case, nobody could get a clear motive as to why Chin allegedly killed his fellow officers. Even the fabricated messages between Moralles and Chin didn’t give enough details. But the diary cleared it all up.
Zane wrapped his hand in mine as the jury entered the room, and Keith took my other hand, squeezing it tightly. I glanced at him and noticed he was holding Taven, too.
Most of the jury, except one woman, took their assigned seats. Picking up a paper, she cleared her throat and waited for her turn to speak.
“Has the jury reached a verdict?”
“We have, your Honor. We, the jury, find the defendant, Daniel Chin… guilty of seven counts of first-degree murder.”
There was applause, and former Detective Chin jumped to his feet. “This is crazy! I’m innocent!” Turning to the back of the room, his crazed gaze locked on me and my biker boys. “They are the killers! They did this! I’m innocent!”
Slamming the gavel down, the judge shouted, “Order! Order in the court. Please escort the defendant out.”
I held my breath as Chin passed us, shouting obscenities. When the courtroom doors finally closed behind him, I released a heavy sigh. The other people in the courtroom, many of whom were family and friends of the victims, all believed justice had been served. And in a way, it was. My boys got their justice, and Luke finally got his. Keith, Taven, and Zane may have physically taken lives, but Chin was their ultimate doom. And he would spend the rest of his life locked up for it.
Turning to me, all the boys smiled. “Who wants tacos?” Keith asked. It was Tuesday; of course, he wanted tacos.
“I would love some tacos.”
The End