there. A big one. When he was living in Hollywood, he got into some pretty nasty fights, and I hear he’s been in a few here.”
“Is he a womanizer?”
“Gault? If it moves, he’ll fuck it. And he’s mean there, too. We spoke to a couple of ex-girl friends during our investigation. He’s beaten up more than one. Very vicious and with a smile, like he was really enjoying himself. That boy is very sick and very clever.”
And, Ortiz thought, Motor Vehicles lists him as the owner of a beige Mercedes.
3
David drove aimlessly for an hour, then went home. He was exhausted, and the pain in his stomach had increased. As soon as he was through the doorway, he poured himself a drink. He knew alcohol would aggravate his stomach, but the pain from self-accusation and self-pity was far worse than physical discomfort.
The first drink helped very little, so he poured another. His conversation with Gregory Banks made him realize how alone he was. He recalled a scene from George Orwell’s 1984. The State had devised a torture. A helmet was fastened over a man’s head. The front of the helmet contained a small cage, even with the prisoner’s eyes. In the cage was a rat, and separating the rat from the man was a movable partition. The privilege between attorney and client, like that ghastly helmet, locked David in with Gault’s secret, where it could gnaw at him, torturing his every waking moment.
Even if there was no privilege, David would be helpless. He had no proof, other than Gault’s confession, that Gault had killed Darlene Hersch. If Gault denied that he had confessed, how could David prove him a liar? David wasn’t completely convinced himself that Gault wasn’t playing with him. David had learned enough about Gault while he was representing him to know that the man had a very wide streak of sadism in him. David remembered how he had felt during that moment when Gault had stood behind him with the open switchblade. Every moment of his life would be like that if he betrayed Gault’s trust.
And there was something else that tortured David. He had always had his pride. Now he had lost his pride, but only he and Jennifer Stafford knew why. If he went to the authorities, Gault would make David’s affair with Jenny public. Everyone would think that David had thrown Larry Stafford’s case to get Larry out of the way so he could continue as Jenny’s lover. He would be disbarred, disgraced, and no one would believe his accusations against Gault.
David finished his drink. He wanted another one, but he didn’t have the energy to get it. The lights of the city distracted him from his thoughts for a moment. It had been light when he’d left his office, but it was dark now. He hadn’t noticed the transition. He was very tired. The thought of curling up and sleeping on the floor appealed to him. He tried it. The carpet was soft, and there was nothing but dark velvet when he closed his eyes. And Jenny. Her face and form slipped into his thoughts unbidden. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. Jenny would understand his torment, because she was part of it. If he could talk to Jenny…But would she see him?
A wave of self-doubt washed over David and his hand began to tremble. He wanted to stand up, but fear immobilized him. How could he face her? What would she say to him? He had stayed away from Jenny because he felt that she had betrayed him, but now he saw that he was the betrayer. Jenny had lied for Larry out of a sense of loyalty and because she believed he was innocent. There had been no purity in David’s motives. He had rationalized his actions in court by telling himself that he did not want to free a killer, but he knew that was not the real reason. He wanted Jenny, and he had betrayed Larry to hurt them because he felt that they had deceived him. Did Jenny despise him? She must know what he had done. It didn’t matter. She was the only one he could turn to.
Halfway to the Stafford house, David almost turned back. He secretly hoped that Jenny would not be home so he would not have to face her, and it was with a mixture of hope and dread that he saw the lights shining in the living room when he pulled into the driveway.
Jenny answered the door after the first ring. She was barefoot and wore a yellow shirt over a pair of faded jeans. The strain of the past months made her seem older, but no less beautiful.
“Can I come in?” David asked hesitantly, almost apologetically.
Jenny was stunned by his appearance. He was heavier, unkempt, and washed-out. There was no sign of the energy that had been such a vital part of him.
“I don’t know,” she answered. Her voice trembled. She felt crazy inside, pulled in so many directions she thought she would come apart.
“You have every right…” David started. “Jenny, I have to see you. It’s about Larry.”
She drew back a step and studied David’s face for clues. The odor of alcohol was strong. He looked destroyed.
“What about Larry?”
“Can I come in?” he repeated.
Jenny paused for a second, then led the way to the living room. David watched her walk. Her back was rigid, her steps precise, as if she were prepared to flee. Her reticence depressed him, but he should have expected it. Once during the ride over he had fantasized a tear-stained reunion, with Jenny throwing herself into his arms. He had been a fool even to think of such a thing. He was grateful she would so much as talk to him.
“What about Larry?” she asked again when they were seated on one of the living-room sofas.
“Jenny, he may be innocent.”
Jenny looked bewildered.
“I have a client, a man I am representing on another matter. He has confessed to killing Darlene Hersch.”
Jenny shook her head as if to clear it. She was off balance. She had always believed that Larry was innocent, but what would this all mean for her?
“I don’t understand. Someone else confessed to killing that woman?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you telling me this? Why haven’t you gone to the police?”
“It’s very complicated. The confession, it was told to me in confidence. It’s a privileged communication. By law I can’t reveal it to anyone without my client’s permission.”
“Will Larry…? Does this mean he’ll go free?”
“Not unless my client allows me to tell the police.”
“But surely…he wouldn’t let an innocent man stay in prison.”
“You have to understand. This man…it’s a game to him. He gets pleasure out of hurting people. He confessed to me because he knows I can’t tell the authorities. He told me to torment me. I’m not even certain that he’s telling me the truth.”
“Wait a minute. What do you mean it might not be the truth?”
“He did this once before. Confessed to committing a crime. That time he retracted the confession. It could all be a practical joke.”
David saw the confusion on Jenny’s face. He looked away and caught his reflection in the window glass. It startled him. He looked weak and pathetic. The type of person who would be susceptible to the meanest practical joke.
“If this is all some kind of joke, why did you come here? Why are you telling me this?”
“Don’t, Jenny. I had to talk to someone. I couldn’t keep it inside any longer. And I don’t think it is a joke. There’s something about this man. I know he’s capable of killing.”
“But why me, David? Why did you come to me?”
She was watching him intently, searching with her question for far more than she had asked. David tried to read her eyes. He was afraid to say what was in his heart. Afraid of making a fool of himself. Afraid he had already lost her. But he knew that this was the moment to speak, not evade, and he gathered his courage.
“I came to you because I still love you. I never stopped.”
David paused and Jenny saw that he was crying.
“Jenny, I’ve been a mess since the trial. I’ve lost my self-respect, and I’ve lost interest in everything that ever
