The Innocent Woman

“As if you didn’t know.”

“I assure you I don’t. But if it makes you feel better, pretend I don’t know.”

“Like I said, this woman was apprehended sneaking around a crime scene.”

“Sneaking, hell,” Tracy said. “I asked for Sergeant Stams.”

“Is that right, sergeant?” Steve said.

“I wasn’t there,” Stams snapped.

“No, he wasn’t,” Dirkson said. “Nor could one reasonably expect he would be. It was one in the morning. The crime scene unit had long since packed it in for the night. They left a guard at the scene. As it happened, that was a wise move.”

“Oh?” Steve said.

“Yeah,” Dirkson said. “One o’clock in the morning there was a knock on the door.” Dirkson gave Tracy Garvin a look. “Not the downstairs door, the upstairs door. Somehow Miss Garvin had managed to get in the downstairs door.”

Tracy said nothing, just glared at him defiantly.

“Go on,” Steve said. “You going to get hung up on that point, or you want to tell me more?”

“There was a knock on the door,” Dirkson said. “The cop on guard duty opens it. It’s Miss Garvin, here. He asks her what she wants, she says she’s looking for Sergeant Stams. The cop says Stams left hours ago. And Miss Garvin says-now get this-she says, that’s all right, she’ll wait. She pushes right by him into the office.”

Steve shot a glance at Tracy, did his best to keep a straight face. “Is that so?” he said.

“Yeah, that’s so,” Dirkson said. “Now, I must admit the cop they left on guard duty was a rookie. He’s a bit green, he’s not used to dealing with a situation like this. He follows her into the office, telling her she can’t be there, she’s gotta stay out, and the whole nine yards. Meanwhile, she’s in there contaminating a crime scene.”

“Oh, I don’t think she’d do that,” Steve said. “So what happened then?”

“Then she tried to leave. But by then our rookie cop had had enough. He told her she wasn’t going anywhere until he got in touch with Sergeant Stams.”

“That must have been confusing,” Steve said. “First he’s telling her she can’t come in, then he’s telling her she can’t go out.”

“Oh, I don’t think she was that confused,” Dirkson said. “Anyway, that’s when she tried to leave, and that’s when he made the arrest. A radio patrol car brought her in, and she’s had nothing to say ever since.”

“Can you really blame her?” Steve said. “A private citizen comes to the cops of her own accord, to give them some information regarding a crime. In return for her good citizenship, she’s bullied and interrogated and placed under arrest.”

“Save it for the jury, Winslow. I’m sure you can sway some of them, but, personally, you’re breaking my heart.”

Dirkson held up his hand. “Now then, let me assure you everything’s been done according to Hoyle. Miss Garvin’s had a full Miranda warning, and been given an opportunity to contact her attorney. Witness the fact that you are here.” He shrugged. “So, we have a situation that can be either adversarial or friendly. It’s entirely up to you. If Miss Garvin would like to explain what she was doing, I have no desire to charge her. If she doesn’t want to explain what she was doing, I have no choice. So what do you think? Would you like to let her talk, or should we go ahead with formal proceedings?”

Steve smiled. “Frankly, gentlemen, Miss Garvin knows more about this than I do. Tracy, what do you want to do?”

Tracy smiled. “I would like to cooperate with the police in their investigation in every way. That is why I came to see Sergeant Stams at the crime scene in the first place.”

“And just why were you looking for Sergeant Stams?” Dirkson said.

Tracy looked at Steve. “You mind if I answer that?”

“Not unless you feel it might tend to incriminate you.”

“Don’t be silly,” Tracy said. She turned to Dirkson. “I was looking to Sergeant Stams to tell him we had located a witness who had seen people going in and out of the jewelers earlier in the evening prior to the murder.”

Dirkson frowned. He picked up a paper on his desk. “Would that be Mr. Oliver Branstein, the proprietor of the music store at that address?”

“Oh, then he did contact you,” Tracy said. “He said he was going to, but you can never tell with these witnesses. They start out with the best of intentions, and then they start thinking what a hassle it will be, dealing with the police.”

Stams narrowed his eyes, cocked his head. “Wait a minute. You’re telling me you went to the crime scene at one in the morning to tell me about this guy, Branstein?”

Harry Dirkson put up his hand. “Ah, Sergeant. I’ll ask the questions, if you don’t mind. Miss Garvin, was that the only reason you were looking for Sergeant Stams?”

“Yes, it was.”

“That was the information you wished him to have?”

“Yes, it was.”

“That is why you went to the crime scene at one o’clock in the morning?”

“That’s right.”

“And when you were informed Sergeant Stams wasn’t there…?”

Tracy smiled. “I wanted to see for myself. So very often, they tell you the officer you want isn’t available just so they won’t be disturbed.”

Dirkson frowned.

“Will that be all?” Steve said. “It is a little late, and I for one would like to get some sleep.”

“That’s not quite all,” Dirkson said. “This witness Branstein-the one you were so eager to tell us about-just why did you call on him this evening?”

“Don’t be silly,” Tracy said. She jerked her thumb at Steve Winslow. “He’s Amy Dearborn’s attorney. As you well know. We are therefore investigating all aspects of the crime.”

“That’s not what I asked you,” Dirkson said. “What made this particular witness important. More to the point, what made you think this man might even be a witness.”

“Well,” Tracy said, “without betraying any professional confidences, I think I can assure you that since Amy Dearborn’s arrest we have been doing everything possible to investigate the crime. Since there was a music store on the ground floor of the building, one of the first things we looked into was whether the store was open earlier that evening, and if so, who was working there at the time. The answer was Mr. Branstein. We interviewed him, it turned out he had seen something, and I thought Sergeant Stams should know.”

“At one in the morning?” Stams said sarcastically.

“Hey, cut us a break,” Steve said. “If she’d gone home and gone to sleep, you’d be griping at us for withholding evidence.”

“Let’s not go off on a tangent,” Dirkson said. “Right now, I’m concerned with the witness, Branstein. As I understand, Miss Garvin, while the two of you interviewed him, you actually called on him first.”

“Right,” Tracy said. “Mr. Winslow was conferring with his client, it was late, and I didn’t know when he’d be back. I didn’t want to let the witness get away.”

“How did you know he was a witness before you talked to him?”

“Do you prefer the words potential witness? No one’s taking this down, are they? Do I have say alleged before every statement for fear of being misquoted?”

“There’s no reason to take that tone,” Dirkson said.

“Oh, come on, Dirkson,” Steve said. “Have you ever been arrested?”

“No, I have not,” Dirkson said. “Nor do I intend to be. I’m a law abiding citizen.”

“May I quote you on that come next election?” Steve said. He held up his hand, pretended to read newspaper headline. “D.A. scoffs at doctrine of innocent until proven guilty-statements imply stigma of guilt attaches from moment of arrest.”

Dirkson exhaled. “As you said, it’s late and we’d all like to get home. The witness Branstein-when you interviewed him, I understand he described two people. Is that right?”

“Yes, it is,” Tracy said. “That’s the information I thought Sergeant Stams should have.”