Gary Harmon's face lit up and he started to grab for the tickets.
'What do you say first, Gary?' Donna asked gently.
Gary looked confused for a second and Peter examined him more closely. The guy looked normal, but he was acting like a kid.
Gary's face suddenly broke into a grin and, he said, 'Thanks, Steve.'
what could he say?
'Hey, guy, you're welcome.'
Gary took the tickets and examined them as if they were a priceless work of art. 'So, Pete,' Mancini asked, 'what brings you to Whitaker?'
Peter had hoped that Mancini had forgotten the question, but the arrival of Donna and Gary Harmon had given him time to invent an answer.
'I'm working for Amos Geary.'
'Geary?' The expression on Mancini's face registered disapproval. 'I never pictured you as the type to practice small-town law. I thought you were aiming for a partnership in a megafirm.'
'Yeah, that's what I thought. I was working in my father's firm in Portland. Hale, Greaves. But I got tired of the rat race and Dad's an old friend of Amos. They played ball together at Oregon State.'
Mancini forced a smile and he and Donna congratulated Peter on his new job.
'How did you get to Whitaker?' Peter asked to divert Mancini's attention.
'Didn't you see the trophy case when you walked in?'
'Well, no, I In my senior 'Then, check it out when you leave.
year, I quarterbacked the Stallions to the NCAA Divipionsion 11 title, Whitaker State's only national chain ship in any spar .'
'Tell about the run, Steve,' Gary begged, leaning forward eagerly.
'You've heard this story a million times,' Dorma chided her brother.
'But I haven't,' Peter said, hoping that Mancini would not press him further on his reason for being in Whitaker if he could keep him talking football.
'Looks like you're overruled,' Mancini laughed. He ut his arm around Donna and leaned back in the p booth.
'It was the fourth quarter. Texas A&I had a three point lead and we were backed up on our own six with less than a minute on the clock. I was supposed to hand off to Rick Sandusky, but the son of a bitch slipped. I turned back toward the line, only to be confronted by three of the biggest human beings I have ever seen. Their eyes were redrimmed, steam was coming out of their nostrils and I could see that they were dying to commit an act of extreme violence on yours truly. That's when I was inspired to make one of the greatest runs in football history. You can find a wall-size photo of me in the Whitaker gym galloping the last ten yards before the end zone. In this town, Pete, I'm an immortal.
After graduation, most of the class gravitated to the big city, but people remember me here. I've got a great practice, I'm big in the Chamber of Commerce and,' Mancini added, puffing up his chest, 'my ship may soon be sailing into the dock.'
'Oh?'
'Yeah. Bend has the track on the next Winter Olympics and I'm involved with some guys who are building condos just fifteen minutes away from Mount Bachelor.'
'How long have you been in town?' Donna asked.
Peter decided that Steve's fiance was every bit as good-looking as the wife he remembered.
'This is my second day,' he said.
'Have you found a place to live?'
Peter shook his head. 'I'm still at the Riverview Motel.'
'We can't have that,' Donna said, turning to her fianc. 'Can't you help him, Steve?'
'I think so. I own a few rental properties near the college, if you're interested.'
'I've got my own house,' Gary said proudly.
'You shouldn't interrupt, Gary,' Donna reprimanded her brother gently. 'Peter and Steve are talking.'
Gary stopped smiling. 'I'm sorry,' he apologized, looking down at the table.
it suddenly dawned on Peter that Gary Harmon was retarded. Peter shifted a little toward the wall. Gary looked harmless enough, but Peter had still not recovered fully from his encounter with Christopher Mammon and he felt uncomfortable sitting so close to a person whose behavior he could not predict.
'Gary just moved into his own home and he's work ising as a janitor at the college,' Donna explained. 'He's very excited. It's his first job.' -oh, yeah,' Peter said, trying to be sociable. 'Do you like your job?'
Gary frowned and considered his answer. 'It's hard, but Mr. Ness says I'm doing good. He says I work real hard.'
'Well, that's great,' Peter answered lamely, at a loss for anything else to say.
'I think I might have a place for you,' Mancini said.
'It's furnished and only three quarters of a mile from town, not too far from my house.'
Mancini took out a business card and wrote an address on the back. Donna looked at her watch.
'We'd better go. Mom's expecting us.'
'It was good seeing you,' Mancini told Peter. 'Give me a call after you look at the house. I'll take you out to lunch and give you the lowdown on Whitaker. And, since you'll be living here, I'll send you an invite to the wedding.'
Mancini followed Donna and her brother out of the bar and Peter ordered a pitcher of beer and a burger with everything. He felt a little better. At least he knew someone in town. Peter remembered Steve Mancini as a real party animal. If there was anything going on in this hopeless burg, he would know about it.
When Peter finished eating, he suddenly remembered the last name of the nurse he had spent the evening with the last time he had been in Whitaker. It was Kates.
Rhonda Kates. He decided to go back to the motel and give her a call.
On the way out of the Stallion, Peter looked in the trophy case. There was Mancini's helmet and cleats, a program from the championship game and a photo of Mancini's famous run. Fame and fortune, Peter thought wistfully. Steve Mancini certainly seemed to have it all.
Chapter FIVE.
At six-thirty on Friday morning of his second week in town, Peter awoke in the house he was renting from Steve Mancini, then ran four miles through the quiet streets of Whitaker. The houses Peter passed were not split levels or indistinguishable tract homes. They were old, wood frame houses with gables and front porches that stood in yards rimmed by white picket fences where swings hung from the thick, gnarled limbs of ancient oaks. In the half light of early morning it was easy to imagine the glow behind the curtained windows was cast by an oil lamp and that the rickety garage doors would open wide, barn style, to reveal a horse and buggy.
After his run, Peter showered, dressed for court and brewed a cafe latte in the espresso machine he had brought with him from Portland. He drank the latte with his breakfast at a rickety wooden table in his postage- stampsize kitchen. Amos Geary had been dragging Peter around Blaine, Whitaker and Cayuse counties so he could meet the D.A.'s, judges and court personnel.
Geary had not let Peter handle anything by himself but Peter was starting to realize that criminal law was not that difficult. After breakfast, Peter walked to the court ... ... ... ... ... . aided house to watch Geary handle the preliminary hearing in Christopher Mammon's case.
Criminal complaints in felony cases were lodged in the district court, but only a circuit court had jurisdiction to try a felony. There were two ways to change the jurisdiction of a felony case to the circuit court: A grand jury could meet in secret and hand down an indictment or a district court judge could hold a preliminary hearing in open court and order the case bound over to circuit court. District attorneys loathed preliminary hearings because they gave defense attorneys the opportunity to hear the state's case and cross-examine the state's witnesses. It was very rare to hold a prehin in cases as serious as Mammon's. Amos Geary had been shaking his head about the development all week, but he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
The four-story courthouse was the tallest building i in Whitaker. It was a square, no-nonsense edifice of gray stone and it stood at the end of High Street across from Wishing Well Park. The office of the district attorney was
