Britta said, “I never heard of your client. He came out of the blue. Maybe Danny hired him later on.”
“Okay,” Nina said.
“But if you subpoena me, I’m gonna hurt you.”
“I see that you might.”
“Good.” She smoked calmly. She was quite beautiful, shiny with her polished nails and lip gloss on her plump mouth.
“Britta? I still don’t understand. About your marriage. About you.”
“And I’m not going to enlighten you. I’ll tell you just one thing. David and I will be together until the end of time.”
“Just a suggestion,” Nina said. “You might want to double-check your husband’s bank accounts to see if he’s the one who paid Coyote. Just to be sure. About that end-of-time thing.” She left Britta on the sunny patio, looking thoughtful.
“Hello, Sandy,” Nina said into the cell phone. “So you have a cell phone too now.”
“I got right in there with the twenty-first century. It does come in handy. Have you got Willis out of jail yet?”
“Not yet.” Nina updated Sandy, then said, “I’m afraid it’s going to go into a prelim.”
“Well, you’re pretty good at those. You’re gonna put up a defense, aren’t you?”
The preliminary hearing in California had only two purposes-to determine if there was probable cause to believe that a crime had been committed, and that the defendant was the person who had committed the crime. If so, the defendant would be bound over for trial.
At this early stage, the defense usually assumed probable cause would be found to exist, and let the D.A. present its minimal evidence for that purpose. Though the defense might cross-examine, in general the defense did not put on its own witnesses.
Nina did not agree with this traditional strategy of defense attorneys. With current discovery rules, the defense often knew as much as the police at the time of the prelim, and with hard and fast work could put on a sort of minitrial. Since a defendant might be incarcerated for months before finally going to trial, it made sense to fight hard every step of the way.
So Nina said, “Yes, I’ll call witnesses. Time is of the essence, though.”
“What are you doing for an office?”
“Using Paul’s. He’s got a spare iBook for pounding out paperwork, and a fax and all that.”
“What about a legal secretary?”
“I called a temp service. I’m interviewing a woman at two tomorrow at Paul’s office.”
“You won’t get anybody who knows law.”
“I’ll choose carefully. Don’t worry, Sandy. I’ll do a good job for Wish. But-but if Wish is bound over for trial-I can’t commit to handling a full-fledged murder trial, you know that.”
Sandy said, “Then win the prelim.”
“Right.”
“I talked to Susie Johnson. Robert Johnson’s mother. She’s not close but I know her. She says Robert hasn’t been in touch. She’s telling the truth.”
“Okay.” So Coyote hadn’t called home. Where would he go? Deeper into the forest?
“Social Services for Monterey County called Susie about Nate. They say he’s almost ready to leave. She’s not sure she can take care of him. Did Dr. Cervenka go see him yet?”
“No. I think he’s making the trip down from San Francisco in a day or two. He’ll help. Tell Susie he has to talk to Nate first.”
“Okay. Robert Johnson and Danny Cervantes, they both had Washoe mothers. I checked around. Those boys went to high school together in Minden.”
“What’s their connection to Wish?”
“He and Danny were friends when they were in elementary school, and they stayed in touch. Danny’s family moved from Markleeville down to Minden for a while. His father worked construction down there. Then when Wish came to Monterey County this summer, he looked Danny up. Danny was the only soul he knew, other than you and Paul, when he came down here.”
“Does Wish know Coyote? Robert Johnson?”
“Ask him. But I don’t think he ever went to school with him. I don’t think he knew him from Tahoe.”
“Okay,” Nina said.
Sandy said, “Willis’s father is a tad worried.”
“I’ll call Joseph.”
“That’s all right. We talk every night.”
“Do you miss Tahoe, Sandy?”
“This Washington trip’ll be over whenever I say it’s over. But good things are happening. The Washoe tribe is going to get twelve acres on Lake Tahoe at Skunk Harbor. That’s one of the tribe’s summer spots.”
“Fantastic, Sandy!” The Washoe tribe had summered at Tahoe for ten thousand years, until the previous century, when logging and silver mining interests took it over. Ever since, the tribe had been trying to get recognized and get some land back. “That’s historic,” Nina went on.
“It’s historic, all right,” Sandy said. “Guess what the conditions are.”
“What?”
“We can only do activities that are traditional. Hunt, fish, grind up pine nuts. Act like Indians in the westerns.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, we get the land, but in a time warp. It’s okay, we didn’t want to build a casino. We’re just glad to get our toes back in the water.”
“A toe at Tahoe,” Nina said.
“Hmph.”
“Excellent work, Sandy.”
“Did you talk to Crockett?”
“Paul did.”
“What did he say?”
“Well, to Paul’s surprise, he
“I knew it. I knew it.”
“He’s really not so bad, Sandy.”
“It’s deeper than that. We have to get Willis out of jail.”
“We’re working on it.”
A silence. Then, “Paul treating you right?”
“Great.”
“Good. Hmm.”
“Something else on your mind, Sandy?”
“I just had a thought.”
“Anything you want to tell me?”
“Not yet. You’ll find out.” And with that ominous statement, Sandy signed off.
Nina thought about Sandy in Washington, setting up a Tahoe land trust for the Washoe tribe. She felt quite proud, but not surprised. Sandy was smart and unbelievably sure of herself. Nina had seen that the first day she’d met her, when she showed up for a job interview with Nina with no qualifications to be a legal secretary besides total self-confidence, having been a file clerk at another law firm, and a will to learn.
Sandy was probably regretting that she’d ever met Nina at this point. Wish wouldn’t be in jail if he hadn’t come down here to work for Paul, who’d met Wish through Nina.
Nina closed up her cell phone and pulled the Bronco back out onto Carmel Valley Road. Her mind went back to Britta, to the astonishing thing Britta had told her:
25
A ND SO IT CAME TO PASS that on Monday, June 23, Nina went back into law practice, in a half-assed sort of way.
She had a case and half an office, which, because it was shared with a nonlawyer, presented certain ethical problems. She wasn’t supposed to split fees with nonlawyers or partner with them. They might have cooties, the state bar had decided.
She inspected Paul, who leaned back in his yellow leather chair talking on the phone and looking out his window, for those mythical insects. He could use a haircut but looked clean withal. Satisfied, she turned back to putting away the new secretarial supplies purchased that morning from Office Depot into Wish’s old desk. She was a lawyer; she would draft up some paperwork defining her professional relationship with Paul that would leave the state bar puffing uselessly.
Outside, fog blanketed Carmel. Mark Twain once said that the coldest winter he ever spent was one summer in San Francisco. He obviously hadn’t spent June in the microclimate of Carmel-by- the-Sea. A few miles inland, the radio said, the central coast was having a heat wave.
Problem: The new temp would have to sit at that desk. So where was Nina going to work? She looked longingly at Paul’s fine desk with its client overhang, covered with Paul’s computers and files. She surveyed the office. In the corner by the door, Paul had a padded leather client chair and a small table beside it with a lamp and some adventure trekking brochures, where his clients could sit.
So be it. She dragged her new cardboard file boxes over there and stacked them. Now she had a file cabinet. She removed the lamp and brochures and pulled the table around in front of the chair. Luckily, it was high and broad. The corner had one electrical plug into which she plugged a power strip with many outlets. She opened her laptop and it brought up its ocean desktop picture, popping up the icons like long-submerged buoys.
No one must ever come in here and see her like Little Jack Horner. But with Wish in jail, her client wouldn’t be visiting, and her tenure here would be short: a few days of preparation for the prelim, the prelim itself, which probably would last about two to three days, and out.
She began filing the material she had on Wish’s case. Paul stretched and said, “Guess it’s about time for your job interview. I’ll make myself scarce. If you need me, I’ll be at the Hog’s Breath
