if we can find her

"Great!" Robbie yelled. "Wonderful, brilliant. Suddenly a new theory, one that has never been mentioned before. One with absolutely no relation to the truth. Let the lying begin! We have a Web site, Koffee, and my sidekick Carlos here is going to keep a tally of the lies. Lies from the two of you, from the governor, the courts, maybe even dear Judge Vivian Grale, if we can find her. You have lied for nine years in order to kill an innocent man, and now that we know the truth, now that your lies will be exposed, you insist on doing precisely what you have always done. Lie! You make me want to puke, Koffee." "Judge, can we leave now?" Koffee asked. "Just a moment." A cell phone rang and Carlos grabbed it. "It's the crime lab, Robbie." Robbie reached over, took the phone. The conversation was brief, and there were no surprises. When it ended, Robbie said, "Positive ID, it's Nicole." The room was quiet as they thought about the girl. Judge Henry eventually said, "I am concerned about her family, gentlemen. How do we break the news?" Drew Kerber was perspiring and appeared to be on the brink of an attack of some variety. He was not thinking about Nicole's family. He had a wife, a houseful of kids, lots of debts, and a reputation. Paul Koffee could not even begin to imagine a conversation with Reeva about this little twist to their story. No, he would not do it. He would rather run like a coward than deal with that woman. Admitting they had prosecuted and executed the wrong man was, at that moment, far beyond the limits of his imagination. There were no volunteers. Robbie said, "Obviously, Judge, I'm not the guy. I have my own little trip to make, over to the Drumm home to deliver the news." "Mr. Kerber?" the judge asked. He shook his head no. "Mr. Koffee?" He shook his head no. "Very well. I will call her mother myself and break the news." "How late can you wait, Judge?" the mayor asked. "If this hits the streets tonight, then God help us." "Who is in the loop, Robbie?" the judge asked.