her.'
'Can you tell me a little about her?'
'She was quiet. She was a good listener, too. I could talk to her, if I had a problem.'
'Did she date?'
'A little.'
'Do you think she might have been killed by someone she dated?'
'The police asked me the same question. I only met a few of the guys she dated. None of them seemed like the type who would ... You know.'
'How did you two meet?'
'Both of us were working our way through school by waitre ssing at Clark's.
We got friendly and decided it would be cheaper for both of us to share my place.'
'Marjorie, can you think of anything unusual that happened around the time Sandy was killed?'
Dooling looked a little nervous. Then, she sighed.
'I guess it can't hurt now, and I already told the D.A. Sandy used drugs. A few months before she was killed, I started worrying that she was getting in too deep, but she wouldn't listen to me.'
'What drugs are we talking about?'
'Cocaine.'
'What did you mean when you said she was getting in too deep?'
'She didn't always use coke. Not when I met her. I mean, she may have experimented with it, but mostly it was grass'. I started getting worried when the coke became a regular thing. I think she was seeing someone who turned her on to it. She was staying in her room a lot and skipping classes. She said everything was okay, but I didn't believe her.'
'Was this around the time of her death?'
'Actually, right around the murder I began thinking maybe she was trying to quit. She was acting different.
She seemed scared of something, too. She was locking W the door and not going out at night as much.'
'Did Sandy have family? Someone she might have talked to if something was bothering her?'
'I don't think she was close with her folks. They're divorced and she didn't see them much.'
'What about at school? Did she have friends other than you?'
'There was a girl in some of her classes. Annie something.'
'Do you have a phone number or address for this Annie?'
'No.'
'You mentioned that Sand seemed scared. Was it of y J anyone in particular?'
Dooling hesitated. 'There was a guy.'
'Do you have a name?'
'No. But I know he scared her.'
'Can you describe him?'
'I only saw him once from the upstairs window. He ca the to pick her up and he stayed in his car.'
Donna asked her some more questions about Whiley's interests, her courses and her personal life.
When Donna noticed that Dooling was glancing at the clock and her schoolwork, she stood up.
'Thanks for talking to me. I'm sorry I bothered you, but this has been helpful.' Donna handed Dooling the business card of the lawyer for whom she worked with her name handwritten on it. 'If you remember anything else, please give me a call.'' Donna waited until she was outside before taking a th. She was nervous, but she decided that her deep brea first interview as an investigate r had not gone too badly.
She just didn't know if anything Dooling said would be of use to Peter.
The guard closed the door to the interview room and Gary sat down across from Peter. There was a dull smile on Gary's face. He started playing with the end of his tie. Peter shook his head. His client was totally oblivious to the havoc that had been wreaked on their case by the state's witnesses, but Wilma Polk's testimony had put Peter into a state of shock.
'I want you to listen up, Gary.'
'Okay.
'I have a very important question for you and I want ou to think before you answer it. Can you do that for y me 'Sure.'
Gary sat up straight and stopped smiling.
'Sandy was murdered between eleven-thirty on Friday night and two-thirty on Saturday morning. You got that?'
'Uh huh,' Gary answered with a nod.
'Good. When Sandy's body was found early Saturday, she didn't have any identification on her. No one knew her name. So, the police asked the newspaper and the TV to show her picture and ask for help in finding out who she was. Are you following me?'
'Yeah, Pete. They didn't know Sandy's name.'
'Right. Good. Okay. Now the newspaper came out around two-thirty in the afternoon and the TV showed Sandy's picture at three. Sandy's roommate told the police Sandy's name around four. Two-thirty in the after noon is the earliest anyone could have known who Sandy was because that's when the paper came out with her picture. Do you see that?'
'They coulda seen the picture,' Gary said with a smile.
'Right. But there was no picture before two-thirty.'
'No one coulda seen it before two-thirty.'
'Right. Now listen up. Here's my question, Gary.
Mrs. Polk says that at one-thirty, at the wedding reception, you told her the dead girl was at the Stallion on Friday evening. Do you remember her saying that?'
'Who's Mrs. Polk?' Gary asked.
'The last witness. That lady with the gray hair.'
Gary looked down at the table. He was embarrassed.
'I didn't listen to her too good. I was hungry.'
Peter calmed himself with a deep breath. He did not want to get upset. He did not want to yell at Gary.
'That's okay. I was hungry too. Do you remember Mrs. Polk from the wedding?'
Gary's brow furrowed as he tried to remember Mrs. Polk. Finally, he shook his head.
'I don't remember that lady.'
'Do you remember telling anyone that the girl was at the Stallion?'
'No.
!:ij k 0 'Well, you did. That's what Mrs. Polk said. So, how could you do that? If no one else knew who was killed at one-thirty, how did you know the girl had been at the Stallion?'
'I don't know.'
'Well, think.'
Gary started to look worried. He shifted in his seat.
'Maybe it was my powers. Maybe I seen it with my mind,' Gary said, anxious to please Peter.
'We've been over this already, Gary. You do not have powers. No one has those powers. Sergeant Downes fooled you.'
Gary thought hard for a moment. Then he looked confused. Finally he turned to Peter and asked, 'If I don't have those powers, how did I do it, Pete? How did I know who that girl was?' -Shit! Shit! Shit!' Peter screamed as soon as he was safely locked in his car with the music cranked up. The session with Gary had driven him Tomorrow, he would have to give his closing argument. What was he going to say? How was he going to explain all of the facts that Gary knew about this case that only the murderer could possibly know?
Peter wanted to believe that Gary was innocent, but he was starting to wonder. Gary was capable of physical violence. He had attacked Karen Nix.
Elmore Brock had testified that Gary was intelligent enough to plan the murder of Sandra Whiley. Gary seemed so gentle, so childlike, but he had been drinking on the night of the murder.
How could Gary fool him for this long if he was guilty? Brock said Gary could lie and stick to a lie. Mentally
