“Nothing much to tell,” Amy said. “My boss says I took some money and I didn’t.”
“Some details might help,” Steve said. “For starters, who’s your boss?”
“I work for F. L. Jewelry. On 47th Street.” She jerked her thumb. “Just on the next block.”
“What’s F. L. stand for?”
“Fletcher and Lowery.”
“They’re partners?”
“That’s right.”
“Which one is accusing you?”
“Frank.”
“Frank?”
“Mr. Fletcher.”
“Frank, is it?”
Amy’s eyes narrowed. “No, it isn’t. It’s a small firm. Everyone’s on a first name basis.”
“I see.”
“There’s nothing between me and Frank Fletcher.”
“I never said there was.”
“Don’t give me that. You said, Frank, is it? Implying there was something going on. Well, there isn’t. And I resent the implication.”
“Noted,” Steve said. “May I assume the same is true of Mr. Lowery?”
Her eyes widened. “Marv? Are you kidding? Of course not.”
“I see,” Steve said.
Her face darkened. “Just what the hell’s going on here? I’m accused of a crime. All you can think of is sex.”
“I’m sorry if I gave that impression,” Steve said. “But in any crime, the basis is the relationship of the people involved. So if you don’t mind, could you tell me something about these two men?”
She took a breath. “Marvin Lowery’s in his forties. He has a wife and, I think, three children. He’s always been a perfect gentleman, never made a pass at me, if that’s the way your mind’s running.
“Frank Fletcher’s, a little younger, say in his thirties. He’s unmarried and he’s asked me out a couple of times. I didn’t go.”
“Why not?”
“I happened to be dating someone at the time.” Amy Dearborn took a breath. “Now, if you’re through with my personal life, would you mind if we talked about the case?”
Steve Winslow shot an amused glance at Tracy Garvin. “Not at all,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“There isn’t much to tell. I came to work one day last month. Monday morning. There was a man in the office.”
“A man?”
“A detective.”
“Police or private?”
“Private. I didn’t know it at the time. The man flashed an I.D. at me, asked me if I was Amy Dearborn. When I said I was, he asked me to empty my purse.”
“Did you?”
“I did not. I asked Frank and Marv what the hell was going on. Frank said there’d been a robbery. Marv said he knew I didn’t do it, but would I please cooperate with the detective and help clear it up.”
“Did they tell you what had been stolen?”
“Not then.”
“What did you do?”
“I emptied my purse.”
“What happened then?”
“The detective went through my billfold. I had eighty some dollars in it, mostly twenties. The detective whipped out a notebook, started comparing the twenties to that. He whistled, called Frank over, Frank took a look and called the cops. They came and arrested me.”
“On what grounds?”
“Two of the twenty dollar bills from my purse matched the serial numbers the detective had written in his notebook.”
“And the detective had planted those bills in the petty cash drawer?”
“That’s right?”
“When was that done?”
“Friday afternoon. I’m accused of taking a hundred dollars out of petty cash when I left Friday night. The forty dollars I had Monday was supposedly what I had left.”
“I see,” Steve said. “On the basis of that you’ve been bound over for trial?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s tomorrow morning?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I believe you have counsel? A court appointed lawyer?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then why do you need me?”
“Because I don’t trust my lawyer.”
Steve Winslow put up his hand. “Just a minute. That’s what I was afraid of. Let me tell you, it’s perfectly natural not to trust a court appointed lawyer. Happens all the time. But just because a lawyer’s doing pro bono work doesn’t mean he isn’t any good. I’ve done it myself. So I could just as easily be that lawyer you don’t trust. You see what I mean?”
Amy shook her head impatiently. “Don’t be dumb. I’m not a prejudiced moron. I was perfectly happy with my lawyer up until this morning.”
“What happened then?”
“He called me up. I thought it was just to prepare me for court tomorrow. But no. Seems he’d had a call from the A.D.A.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Amy said. “My lawyer’s all pleased with himself. Said we wouldn’t have to go to trial at all. The prosecution was willing to settle.”
“For what?”
“Plead guilty to a misdemeanor and they let me off with a thirty day suspended sentence, no probation, no fine.”
“I see,” Steve said. “Miss Dearborn, why are you here?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You have a very capable attorney who’s gotten you a very advantageous deal. The attorney isn’t costing you a dime. The deal isn’t costing you a dime. And here you are, trying to hire me. I don’t work for nothing. Even if you had the money to retain me-which you don’t-I’d be hard pressed to come up with a better deal than you already have. All in all, I don’t see why you don’t take it and tell yourself you lucked out.”
Amy’s eyes blazed. “Oh, is that your opinion? Great deal, huh? Gee, I thought you’d be different. Guess not. You know the problem with the deal? I didn’t do it. I didn’t take the money. Now, maybe it would make everybody’s life a lot easier if I just
Amy paused for breath, looked up at Steve Winslow. “Well, how about it,” she said. “Is that what you think I should do.”
Steve sighed. “No, I guess not.” He chuckled, shook his head ruefully. “Oh dear, what a mess. It appears the
