destroyed. Money’s an issue as well.” He blew smoke toward the window, watching the sunlight give the cloud form. “It’s an uphill battle,” he said. “It’ll take time.”
Nash became silent. Teddy watched him smoke the cigarette for a moment, then grabbed his briefcase and stood.
“There’s just one thing I don’t understand,” Teddy said before leaving.
Nash looked at him without saying anything. He seemed tired. Like Teddy, he needed a break.
“I was thinking about it on the drive in from the hospital,” Teddy said. “I know why my boss wanted to make the deal. All he cares about are his own press clippings and what his neighbors think. I even understand why the district attorney thinks Holmes is guilty. If I were Andrews, I might think it, too. Let’s face it, Andrews still has the facts on his side. The case is so strong, I have doubts about what we’re doing every day. But look at these clippings. Just these few clippings tell a different story, and I don’t get it.”
“What part of the story don’t you understand?”
“Why Andrews made the deal,” Teddy said.
A moment passed. Nash had a faraway look going in his eyes, like Teddy had found another fault line in the rocks. A crack in the mountain no one else had seen.
“Why stop the headlines?” Teddy said, pointing at them on the table. “Why make a deal that would end this, especially when everyone on the street wants Holmes dead. If he’d refused to the plea the case, the trial and headlines would’ve lasted until his election. Now they’re gonna go away. Every blood-and-guts idiot in the city is gonna be pissed off at him. It’s not in Andrews’s interest to make this deal. It doesn’t make sense.”
Nash took a second cigarette and handed over the pack, appearing stunned.
“No, it doesn’t,” was all he could say.
FIFTY-ONE
He knew the word was out the moment he entered the lobby. He knew it wasn’t good. Jill filled him in as soon as he reached his office.
Teddy’s stay at the firm was finished.
He’d be kept on to see Holmes through the process, just as he thought, because no one else wanted to be associated with a serial killer. No one in the firm wanted their picture taken beside the Veggie Butcher. Once Holmes pled guilty and received his sentence of life without parole, Teddy would receive his notice. Jill had gotten the news from Barnett’s assistant, Jackie, who’d overheard Larry Stokes on the phone. Stokes had already written the termination notice and would keep it in his desk until Holmes was admitted into a psychiatric facility for the criminally insane. According to Jackie, Stokes told Barnett that he never liked Teddy and was secretly glad to see him go. She couldn’t hear the entire conversation, but thought it had something to do with Teddy’s father and the reputation of his family.
Teddy sat down at his desk. Brooke Jones passed the door without looking inside, but he caught the faint smile branded on her profile.
He opened his briefcase, found the aspirin, and chugged two pills down with bottled water. As he sat back, he went over the events of the day in his head. He remembered the way it had ended at the art museum this morning with Andrews on his back. He’d been too upset to really notice what was going on at the time. Andrews had just nailed Teddy, yet the man couldn’t keep eye contact. Andrews had looked away like maybe he was nervous. Like something else was on his mind.
Why did he do the deal? It didn’t make sense.
Andrews should have insisted on a trial. Fought for it until the bitter end. Instead, Barnett had said it was easy. The district attorney agreed almost immediately. The entire conversation lasted only five minutes.
Why?
Barnett read the profile and initiated the call. Andrews spoke first and told Barnett about the nudes Holmes had painted over that included Darlene Lewis. Then Barnett brought up the profile Teddy and Nash had created and said that they were looking for an artist. A painter or sculptor.
Teddy wondered if it wasn’t the profile. But what? There had to be a reason why Andrews would risk taking heat from the public to do the deal.
He looked at Jill, staring back at him from the computer.
“You think you could do me a favor?” he said.
“Sure.”
“Pull up Andrews’s past cases for the last ten years. Sort them by verdict and print them out. All I need is the list and a summary. But do a second printing and sort them by the crime. Is that doable?”
“It’s easy,” she said.
Her eyes flashed toward the door. Larry Stokes entered the room without noticing her. His face was shut down, his appearance as lifelike as a body in an open casket.
“I’d like to have a word with you,” he said quietly. “In my office.”
Teddy shot Jill a look and followed the man out of the room. They walked down the hall to the other side of the floor without exchanging a single word. When they reached his office, Stokes stepped aside and let Teddy enter first. Teddy didn’t notice the older man sitting on the couch until the door closed.
“Have a seat,” Stokes said, pointing to the chair before his desk.
Stokes hadn’t bothered to introduce Teddy to the man on the couch. Teddy did as he was told and took the chair. There was a mirror behind the desk, and he could see the man staring at his back. The man knew who Teddy was. He was sure of it. Yet Stokes had no intention of introducing them.
Stokes leaned across his desk, folding his hands. “Your future at the firm of Barnett and Stokes is in jeopardy,” he said. “How you conduct yourself over the next few weeks will determine your fate. Is that clear, young man?”
Teddy knew his future had already been determined, his fate sealed. It was in an envelope in Stokes desk awaiting delivery. He checked the mirror and saw the strange man staring at his back. The man looked like he was in his sixties. His hair was almost white. His face narrow. His eyes an arctic blue. Teddy wondered if he was one of Stokes’s buddies from the club. Some idiot rich guy with good breeding who wanted to witness this moment for laughs.
“Is that clear?” Stokes repeated.
“Perfectly,” Teddy said.
“In return for your good behavior, no charges will be filed against you for attempting to assault Jim Barnett at the hospital this morning. You have my word.”
Stokes was a stupid man. Teddy could see it in his eyes. His capped teeth, and the gold ring. The seal from a yacht club on his blue blazer. And his threat didn’t sting because Teddy already knew it was a lie. He was immune.
“I believe Jim mentioned something to you about toeing the line,” Stokes said after a moment. “That’s what we do here. We do what we’re told. We do it with sincerity and in good conscience. We do what we believe is right. We carry a certain standard at this firm and…”
Teddy stopped listening to the bullshit. It was the man’s stump speech. The one he used with new clients. When he thought Stokes had finished, he got up and left the room.
FIFTY-TWO
He found Jill in his office by the printer. She’d pulled the district attorney’s cases for the past ten years. There were hundreds, thousands-the printer spewing out so much paper, all he could think about were dead trees.
“What did Stokes say?” Jill asked.
Teddy shrugged. “I’m toast, but I’m not supposed to know it yet. He gave me a pep talk.”
He sat down at the computer, checking the list on the monitor. They’d made a mistake. Because Andrews
