Roswell Fanatics

“Daddy, I still don't understand. If the police think they've caught the guy, why do we need to hide out here at the ranch?” “Liz, I'm not all that knowledgeable about this criminal law stuff. I'm just doing what the deputy suggested,” said Jeff,”... and that is keeping you out of the public eye. Th...

Usually being sprawled beside him on a blanket looking up at the stars - talking about the constellations - was all it took to make Isabel feel happy and contented. Of course usually wasn't when you'd just had a blow-up with your mother, or when your brother was under arrest, or when he was - perhap...

It was two hours after her whole world had started falling down around her - two of the most miserable hours in Diane Evans entire life. Intellectually she might have acknowledged at some level that these two kids did not have a lot of her DNA in them, but that didn't mean they weren't really her ki...

Deputy Pembroke had delivered the Evans kid to the jail for booking. They'd already had the paperwork prepared - just hoping that the kid would sign that transcript and not dispute it - so that process went more quickly than usual. This process, however, he was worried about despite having Deputy Pr...

No lawyer likes to be lied to by a client – but when the client is your own child it is particularly difficult to take. As she watched the police car drive off, Diane sat down unsteadily on the sofa, her mood a complex mix of hurt, anger, anxiety and loss. “He deceived me!” she exclaimed – not to an...

It was almost 7:30 before dinner was finished. After getting back home with Max, Diane had a rather lengthy telephone conversation with her husband who had been caught up in Albuquerque on an appeals case when his son had been arrested. They'd talked at some length while Isabel and Max had prepared ...

It was 5:28 PM and late in the day – especially for some of those in the group who had been up most of the preceding night. The group that was scheduled to meet in two minutes didn't have a formal name although if it had it would have been something like the Liz Parker attempted murder task force. A...

"OK son," said Alehandro Mariscal, "I'm going to put this recorder on and it will be running throughout the interview. Once this interview is done we will be having the court reporter type it up and you'll have a chance to read it and make corrections before you sign it. You have been...

Ten minutes later, Diane was in an interview room awaiting her son. It was a private conversation. She'd seen the look that Alfred Guerro had given Deputy Pembroke - as much as telling him that if he were even to think of violating lawyer client privacy he was going to end up wishing that he - Deput...

'This,' thought Deputy Prosecuting Attorney Alehandro Mariscal, '...is not going to be pleasant.' In fact, Deputy Branston looked like he'd just had his ass-roasted and the glare he was given Pembroke was a none-too-subtle indication about who he thought deserved the blame. At least the man gave hi...