“Andrews needs this case,” Teddy said. “With Barnett out of the way, it’s just me against all the physical evidence. After last night, his chances went from one hundred percent to a sure thing.”
She was speechless. When their breakfasts arrived, she looked away from her plate.
“I’m sorry we made love,” she whispered after the waiter walked off. “You’re not the person I thought you were.”
“What are you talking about?”
Her briefcase was on the chair beside her. She pulled a file folder out and tossed it on the table.
“Our chances of winning this case became a sure thing a half hour ago when I picked up the DNA results at the roundhouse,” she said. “Read the report while you’re enjoying breakfast. That’s your copy for the murder book. The knife found in Holmes’s mailbag had blood on it matching both Darlene Lewis and Valerie Kram. Holmes’s blood was found on it, too. It’s a statistical lock, Teddy. Your client murdered both of them.”
With that, she grabbed her things and marched for the door. She was in a hurry, too angry to get into her coat until she was outside. Teddy pushed his breakfast away, watching her through the window. When she vanished down the street, he asked the waiter for their bill.
THIRTY-ONE
Nash sat back in his desk chair with the DNA report on his lap, listening to Teddy recount his story. Except for making love with Powell, Teddy didn’t leave anything out, describing the tracks he found in the snow, the Sterling silver shot glass, and the events leading to the point where he was knocked unconscious. On occasion, Nash would interrupt and ask for more details. Once he was satisfied, he’d nod with a troubled look in his eyes and Teddy would move on. He seemed particularly intrigued by the knowledge that Holmes was Barnett’s brother-in- law. He found the idea that Barnett and his wife were trying to keep it a secret fascinating, though naive. When Teddy got to this morning’s breakfast meeting with Powell and his accusation that Andrews might be responsible for the attacks, crimes that amounted to attempted homicide by the district attorney, Nash let out a smile and shook his head.
“I’m not that cynical, Teddy. Andrews may be a lot of things, but I don’t think he’d be that stupid. You’re right when you say he’s the primary beneficiary, and the idea’s certainly worth considering. But there could be more than one explanation for what happened last night. A rogue cop like that detective you mentioned, working on his own, or even the man who murdered Darlene Lewis. And what about this woman who led you to the boathouse? There’s a lot we don’t understand yet, and it would seem we can’t go to the police until we’ve reached certain conclusions. When Barnett’s able to talk about it, we’ll pay him a visit together. Let’s just be grateful that he’s going to survive, and you’re okay, too.”
Teddy’s eyes rose from the jury table. He noticed that Nash had tacked the missing persons bulletins to the wall, one after the next in a long row. As he looked at their pictures, he pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket. It seemed early, but he lit up anyway. His problems with Carolyn Powell seemed minuscule in comparison to the job that lay before them.
“The DNA found on the knife connects the Lewis murder to Valerie Kram,” he said.
“That’s right,” Nash said.
“And you still don’t think Holmes did it.”
“His blood was found on the knife, but we already knew that it would be.”
“Because of the cuts on his hands,” Teddy said.
Nash nodded. “All the DNA report confirms is that the same murder weapon was used to kill two women. It doesn’t tell us who the murderer is or who placed the knife in Holmes’s mailbag.” Nash turned back to the report and began paging through it until he found what he was looking for. “But there’s something more interesting here. I count six additional samples. Six good reads that can’t be identified.”
“Other victims.”
“I think so,” Nash said. “The murders are linked by the DNA. It’s confirmed. Without question, we’re talking about a serial killer now.”
Nash turned back to the report. Teddy stubbed out his cigarette and moved to the window. As he gazed outside at a man buying a paper at the newsstand on the corner, he couldn’t help thinking about the evidence. It was mounting up along with the body count, and every new piece pointed to Holmes. Although Nash didn’t seem concerned with the DNA results, Teddy knew that it wouldn’t have the same effect on a jury. In Holmes’s defense, all they had were best guesses, pure conjecture. A theory that it was possible Holmes had stumbled onto the scene delivering mail as Darlene Lewis was being murdered. A supposition that because of his seemingly close relationship with his neighbors, Holmes couldn’t have kept Valerie Kram in his apartment for a month without someone noticing. The holes in each idea seemed overwhelming, and Teddy began to think that Barnett might be right. Holmes did it because each new fact said he did. It was in Holmes’s best interest to do everything they could to force the DA to make a deal that would save the man’s life.
Teddy moved to the jury table and sat down. “But what if we’re wrong?” he said. “What if Darlene Lewis fought back? What if Holmes cut himself during the struggle?”
“It’s possible, but not likely. The science is starting to come in. The results are piling up against Holmes. I imagine that will continue. You better get used to it, Teddy. We’re looking for someone who’s taken great pains to cover his tracks.”
“But even Holmes thinks he did it. How can you be so sure he didn’t?”
Nash picked up his cigar and crossed the room. As he walked past the row of pictures tacked to the wall, the girl’s faces seemed as if they were staring at him again. Nash stopped at the very last one, removing it from the wall and placing it on the table before Teddy.
Nash had posted the bulletins in chronological order. Teddy looked down at the flyer, expecting to see Valerie Kram’s picture. Instead, he found himself gazing at someone new. Another missing persons bulletin off the FBI’s national computer database.
“This only became official last night,” Nash said. “Her name’s Rosemary Gibb. Holmes has been in prison for four days. Rosemary’s been missing for two.”
Teddy stared at the photograph. Gibb was another obvious Darlene Lewis look-alike. Another missing twin.
“Powell didn’t mention it,” he said to Nash.
“She probably doesn’t even know about it.”
“But they’re looking for the other victims.”
Nash smiled. “Do you really think so? Let’s assume they’re not. You tell me why.”
Teddy got up and started pacing. At first he wondered if Nash wasn’t enjoying his role as a teacher and playing a mind game. But as he thought it over, he saw the man’s point. Andrews had said at his press conference last night that they’d isolated ten missing persons and would be meeting with their families to brief them. It could’ve been a political move to buy time. He may have said it for show.
Teddy turned and found Nash studying him as he figured it out.
“It’s because of the evidence,” Teddy said. “Andrews will concentrate on the Darlene Lewis murder because he’s got Holmes in a cell and that’s where all the evidence is.”
“Keep going,” Nash said.
“Assuming Andrews thinks Holmes is guilty, if he gets him for one murder then that’s just as good as getting him for all twelve. Holmes is locked up and out of the way, and that would be the DA’s only concern. Even if he could bring the others in during trial, he wouldn’t because that might weaken his case against Holmes for the Darlene Lewis murder. He wouldn’t take the chance. You wouldn’t either. No one would. If someone in the jury didn’t think Holmes murdered one or all of the victims, Holmes could be acquitted and walk.”
“Then you’re telling me Andrews was lying at his press conference,” Nash said. “Andrews doesn’t have any intention of looking for the others. They’re still missing. Still forgotten.”
Nash was pushing him as he did the night before last. Forcing Teddy to reject the apparent and see what lay on the other side.
“No,” Teddy said, glancing back at the pictures tacked to the wall. “Andrews wasn’t lying, but that doesn’t
