12th of Never

arms.
    “Hello, sweet girl.”
    She opened her eyes to little slits and she looked right at me. Tears fell out of my eyes as I smiled into my daughter’s face. A bond was formed that could never be broken; it was a moment I would never, ever forget.
    My little girl
was
perfect and as beautiful as a sunrise over the ocean, as awesome as a double rainbow over swans in flight.
    It’s too bad the word
miracle
has been overused, because I swear it’s the only word that fit the feeling of holding my daughter in my arms. My heart swelled to the size of the world. I only wished Joe had been here.
    I counted my baby’s fingers and toes, talking nonsense to her the whole time.
    “I’m your mommy. You know that, baby girl? Look what we’ve
done
.”
    But was she really okay? Was her little heart beating at the right pace? Were her lungs filling with enough air?
    The big dude said, “You should both have a thorough checkup. Ready to go to the hospital, Sergeant?”
    “We’re going in the fire rig?”
    “I’ll make room in the front seat.”
    “Oh,
good
,” I said. “And please, amp up the sirens.”

BOOK I
three weeks later

Chapter 1
    YUKI CASTELLANO PARKED her car on Brannan Street, a block or so away from the Hall of Justice. She was lucky to have gotten this parking spot, and she took it as a good sign. Today she was glad for any good sign.
    She got out of her car, then reached into the backseat for her briefcase and jacket. Then she set off toward the gray granite building on Bryant Street, where she worked as an assistant district attorney and where, in about an hour, she would prosecute a piece-of-crap wife and child killer named Keith Herman.
    Keith Herman was a disbarred attorney who had made his living by defending the most heinous of slime-bucket clients and had often won his cases by letting prosecution witnesses know that if they testified, they would be killed.
    Accordingly, witnesses sometimes fled California rather than appear against Herman’s clients.
    He’d been charged with witness tampering, but never convicted. That’s how scary he was. He was also a registered sex offender, so that made two juicy bits of information Yuki couldn’t tell the jury because the law said that she couldn’t prejudice the jury by citing his prior misdeeds.
    So Yuki had been building the case against Herman based on evidence that he’d killed his wife, dismembered her body, and somehow made his young daughter disappear, arguably a harder charge to prove because the girl’s body had not been found.
    Yuki had been doing nothing but work on the Herman case for the last five months and now, as the first day of the trial arrived, she was stoked and nervous at the same time. Her case was solid, but she’d been surprised by verdicts that had gone against her in cases as airtight as this one.
    As she turned the corner onto Bryant, Yuki located the cause of her worry. It was Keith Herman’s defense attorney, John Kinsela, who, right after Keith Herman, was probably the sleaziest lawyer in the country. He had defended legendary high-profile killers and had rarely lost a case.
    And he usually destroyed the reputations of opposing counsel with innuendo and rumors, which he leaked as truth to the press.
    Yuki had never gone up against Kinsela before, but Kinsela had shredded her boss, Leonard “Red Dog” Parisi, in a murder trial about two years ago. Parisi still hadn’t gotten over it. He was pulling for Yuki, giving her his full support, but it wasn’t lost on Yuki that he wasn’t trying the case himself.
    Red Dog had a bad heart.
    Yuki was young, fit, and up for the challenge of her life.
    Yuki walked quickly toward the Hall, head bent as she mentally rehearsed her opener. She was startled out of her thoughts by someone calling her name. She looked up, saw the good-looking young guy with the blond cowlick and the start of a mustache.
    Nicky Gaines was her associate and second chair in this trial. He was carrying a paper bag.
    “Damn, you look good, Yuki.”
    Gaines was five years younger than she was, and Yuki didn’t care whether he really did have a crush on her or if he was just flattering her. She was in love. And not with Nicky Gaines.
    “You have coffee in there?” Yuki asked.
    “Hot, with cream, one sugar. And then I’ve got the double espresso for you.”
    “Let’s go straight to the courtroom,” Yuki said.
    “How are you feeling about this?” Gaines said, walking up the steps along with