The Innocent Woman

a hundred dollars. What was to stop him from taking two?

“The same hold true of Frank Fletcher. What if he took two hundred dollars from the box? And paid the defendant’s salary with some of those bills?

“And why, you might ask, would he do that? Well, suppose he was the one who’d been stealing from the petty cash drawer. And hiring Mr. Macklin was an elaborate double-bluff on his part to cover up the fact that he himself was actually guilty. Well, it wouldn’t be enough just to hire Mr. Macklin and set the trap. He’d have to have somebody to frame. Surely not his partner Mr. Lowery-that would never fly. But here’s the defendant. Perfect patsy. Slip her some of the bills as part of her salary and let nature take its course.

“You might ask, why would he want to do that? I haven’t the faintest idea. It’s not my job to know. I don’t have to prove anything.” Steve Winslow pointed at A. D. A. Pearson. “He does. He has to prove everything.”

Steve smiled. “You can see now why I made such a big deal during jury selection over your willingness to consider this defendant innocent.

“Because she is innocent.”

Steve ticked them off on his fingers.

“She’s presumed innocent.

“She is innocent.

“And it’s your duty to find her innocent.

“I thank you.”

9

Amy Dearborn could hardly contain herself.

“I can’t believe it’s over,” she said.

Tracy Garvin patted her arm. “I know.”

“And so quickly. My god, the jurors weren’t gone twenty minutes.”

“I’m surprised they took that long.”

“I don’t know how I can ever repay him.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know. I heard what he said, but-”

“Then don’t worry about it.”

Amy and Tracy were standing on the steps outside the courthouse. The verdict had been announced minutes before, disposing of the entire case in one day, a consummation not only devoutly to be wished, but beyond Judge Dalrymple’s wildest dreams. Steve Winslow had turned Amy Dearborn over to Tracy Garvin and asked her to wait, saying there were a few details he wanted to take care of.

Amy Dearborn looked at her watch. “It’s getting late,” she said. “I do want to thank him, but maybe I should come by the office.”

Tracy Garvin frowned. “He said to wait.”

“I know that. It’s just…I don’t know. It’s hard to hold still. I want to keep moving.”

“I’m sure he won’t be long,” Tracy said with a slight edge in her voice. After all Steve had done, it was a little much, this woman not being willing to wait. She was about to say something to that effect when Steve came out the door.

Amy Dearborn’s eyes lit up. “Mr. Winslow, I just can’t thank you enough. I’ve been going crazy out here waiting to tell you. Where did you go?”

“I told you, I had some business to take care of.” Steve reached into his pants pocket and, with a bit of a flourish, pulled out some money. “I believe this belongs to you.”

Amy Dearborn blinked. “What?”

“It’s not much, I’m afraid, but forty dollars is forty dollars.”

“Forty dollars?”

“Yes. Two twenty dollar bills. With quite a history. If you don’t need to spend them, you might want to frame them.”

“You got them to release the court exhibit?” Tracy said.

“Of course I did. This money was removed from her person. If she didn’t steal it, it’s rightfully hers.” Steve held it out to Amy. “Here you go.”

Amy put up her hand. “Please. You should keep it.. After all you’ve done.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks all the same, but I’d rather not. If it got out I was charging forty bucks for a day in court, it would be hard to explain. I’d rather leave things just as they are.”

“But you have to be paid.”

Steve shook his head, “Not for this. You gave me a dollar. Provisional retainer just to make it legal. Well, that’s all the money I expected to see from this case.” Steve held up one finger. “On the other hand, F. L. Jewelry fired you without cause, had you arrested and charged you with theft. That charge was without foundation, has been proven so in a court of law. I would expect a jeweler to have both assets and insurance.”

Amy looked at him. “Do you mean…?”

“I think you’re entitled to some compensation for what you went through. If you agree, I’d be happy to file suit in your behalf. In which case, I would feel justified in taking a fee.” Steve held up his hand. “But that’s beside the point, and I wouldn’t want you to file suit just for that reason. But the way I see it, yes, we’re happy you got off. You did nothing wrong, so you should have got off.

“On the other hand, Fletcher and Lowery did something wrong, so why should they get off? Macklin too.”

Amy frowned. “Mr. Macklin? Why him?”

“Why not. He’s the one who came up with the stupid plan in the first place. Planting the twenty dollar bills, and then letting everyone get a hold of them. Some plan.

“But the point is, in a case like this you file suit against everyone. Because Fletcher and Lowery will try to shift the blame to him anyway, and he’ll try to dump it back on them. You don’t worry about that. You name everyone, and let the jury award damages and apportion blame.”

“Just what does that mean?”

“Well, say the jury finds in your favor and awards you a hundred thousand dollars. Then they might decide the fault was ninety percent F. L. Jewelry and ten percent Macklin’s. Then the jewelry company’d give you ninety thousand, he’d give you ten.”

Amy’s eyes were wide. “A hundred thousand dollars?”

Steve smiled. “That’s just a for instance. And I would take a third, as my fee. That’s the way these things work. On a contingency basis. I only get paid if there’s a settlement, and then I get a third.”

Amy frowned. “I see.”

“So would you like me to go ahead and file suit?”

Amy exhaled. Shook her head. “Let me call you tomorrow about that. Everything’s happened so fast. I haven’t really had time to think. I’m very grateful, but I just don’t know.” She looked at her watch. “Listen, it’s late, I’ve got to go. I just want to thank you again. For everything. You don’t know what it means. Anyway, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Can I give you a lift somewhere?” Steve said.

Amy put up her hand. “No, no. That’s fine. Thanks. You’ve done so much already. I’ll be just fine.”

With that she turned and hurried away down Centre Street.

“Well,” Steve said, “what do you make of that?”

“What do you make of it?”

“Well, as a wild guess, I’d say she were going to meet her boyfriend.”

“I knew you were going to say that.”

“Oh? Well, where do you think she’d going?”

“I don’t know. But do you have to put a sexist connotation on it?”