“Well, you’d better be. Stevens’s lawyer—a guy named Barry Fineman, who you’ll be hearing from soon, I’m sure—was mouthing off after the bail hearing. I heard him telling his client how he’s going to demand criminal charges of assault and battery against you, then bring a civil suit for pain and suffering from the injuries you inflicted. He was also talking about going to the hospital board and having you removed from your position because—and these are his words—’her violent and unstable personality is a danger to everyone around her.’“

Alicia felt her gut tighten as she sagged back against the door. “Oh, great.”

Just what she needed—more legal expenses. And a threat to her job as well. This was scary. What was happening to her life?

“But he said he’d offer to drop everything if you withdraw your child molestation charges against Stevens.”

Alicia stiffened as anger shot through her spine. “Never. I want this creep on record as a pedophile so he’ll never be allowed near kids again.”

Matthews’s smile was tight and grim, but his approving nod bolstered her.

“Good for you. But I hope you know you’ve got a bumpy road ahead of you on this.”

Alicia knew. And she wondered if she’d make it to the end.

“Can I ask you something?” she said. “What’s your interest in this?”

“Oh, a couple of things,” he said, and she noticed that his cheeks reddened as he answered. “I worked Vice for a while, and these kiddie hawks were always the toughest to nail. They tend to have money and can afford good lawyers, their victims make poor witnesses, and they seem to be upright citizens, which makes it—”

“I know all that,” Alicia said quickly, swallowing back the queasy feeling in her gut. “But why this particular case?”

His cheeks reddened further. “Because I like the work you’re doing with those kids at the Center.” A smile, almost embarrassed. “And I like the way you took after Stevens. That took guts.”

Not guts, Alicia thought. I was more nutsy than gutsy.

“And finally,” he continued, “I wanted to give you a heads-up on what to expect from Stevens’s lawyer. So you’d be ready for him.”

“Thanks,” she said. “I appreciate that.” And she meant it.

“And I want to let you know that you’re not alone in this. The system chews up the wrong people sometimes. Even when you’re right, the Barry Finemans of the world can use the courts to punish you instead of their clients. But you’ve got an ally. I’m going to do a little research on Floyd Stevens and see what I can come up with.”

“Will that help?”

He shrugged. “You never know. Sometimes—”

The phone rang. Probably the Center.