meant anything to me. But not my love for you. I just couldn’t face you.”
David looked away. Jenny felt as if a dam had broken inside her, setting free emotions she had thought she would never feel again. She reached up and touched David’s cheek.
“God, Jenny,” he sobbed. She held him tight.
“It’s all right,” she whispered, rocking him back and forth.
“I didn’t know what to do and I had no one I could go to.”
“You always had me, David. Always.”
“I couldn’t come to you. Not after what I did to Larry.”
“You didn’t do anything to Larry. Larry and I did something to you. We lied to you and used you.”
David sat up and held her by the shoulders. “It was wrong. What I did was wrong. We both know that. I should never have represented Larry feeling the way I do about you. Now we have to get him out of prison.”
“I still think you should tell the police,” Jenny said firmly.
David shook his head. “You don’t understand. Since the confession was made in confidence, nothing I reveal could ever be used in court. He could deny he ever made a confession, and there would be nothing we could do.”
“Who is this man? Who killed Darlene Hersch?”
David hesitated. Even now his legal training made him rebel at the thought of violating the code of ethics.
“Thomas Gault,” he said finally.
“Oh, my God. I knew Julie Webster. That was horrible.”
“I know, Jenny. And I’m the man responsible for putting Gault back on the street so he could kill again.”
“There must be something we can do.”
“I’ve thought about it and thought about it. I can’t find any way out. Anything I initiate will…”
David paused. The germ of an idea came to him. What if…? David started pacing back and forth. Jenny watched him. There was a fire in his eyes that had burned constantly in the old David. It made her feel good to see it again and to think that she may have had something to do with rekindling it.
Terry Conklin scanned the diners in the all-night restaurant and spotted David in a booth toward the back. David was sipping from his second cup of coffee when Conklin reached him.
“This better be good,” the investigator said. “I was sound asleep. Rose is really pissed.”
“I’m sorry.”
Conklin was going to say something else, but one look at David stopped him. He had not seen the lawyer since Stafford’s trial, and the change in his friend’s appearance was startling. David’s face was puffy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his suit was creased and stained.
A waitress appeared and Conklin ordered coffee. As soon as she walked off, David said,
“I want to hire you.”
“I’m pretty busy, Dave.”
“I know, but I’m desperate. I’m willing to pay twice your regular rate and cover the cost of anyone you hire to take up the slack on your cases.”
“This is that important?”
David nodded.
“Who’s the client?”
“Me.”
“What’s this about?” Conklin asked cautiously. If David was in some kind of trouble, it would explain his appearance, but Conklin could not imagine David’s doing anything illegal or unethical.
“A client of mine told me some information in confidence. I have to know if he was telling me the truth or if he’s lying to me.”
“Who’s the client?”
“Thomas Gault.”
“I thought that case was over.”
“It is.”
“So this is something new.”
“Yes.”
“What did he tell you?”
“I can’t disclose that. I’m afraid anything you find may be tainted if I break the confidence.”
“Tainted? How?”
“If a lawyer reveals an attorney confidence and the police use the information to solve a crime, I believe the courts would prevent the district attorney from using the evidence at trial.”
“So you can’t tell me what Gault said?” Conklin asked incredulously.
“That’s right.”
“How am I supposed to conduct an investigation if I don’t know what I’m investigating?”
“I can tell you information that doesn’t violate the confidence, and I’ll answer any questions I can.”
Conklin started to make a sarcastic remark, but he saw the pain on David’s face.
“Okay. I’ll play it your way. What can you tell me?”
“I’m upset because Larry Stafford was convicted.”
Conklin’s brow furrowed. “This is about the Stafford case?”
“I can’t answer that.”
“So Gault told you something about the Stafford case and you think he might be lying.”
David did not respond.
“I feel like I’m playing twenty questions.”
“Don’t stop. I feel as ridiculous as you do, but this is too important to screw up. I want you to be able to pass a polygraph test if a defense lawyer asks if I broke Gault’s confidence with you. Now, think about what you know.”
“You told me that you’re upset because Stafford was convicted, you want to know if Gault lied to you about something that probably concerns the Stafford case. I don’t get…”
Conklin paused. He studied David. In all the time he’d known Nash, he had never seen him looking like this. It would take something monumental to destroy his friend’s self-confidence. Conklin leaned forward and stared directly into David’s eyes.
“Gault told you he killed Darlene Hersch, and you want me to find out if he lied,” Conklin said. David did not move. Conklin slumped against the back of the booth.
“Have your secretary send me a retainer agreement setting out the terms of your employment,” David said.
4
Terry Conklin’s investigation started in the public library. There were numerous articles about Thomas Gault, because he was a famous writer. After Gault won the Pulitzer, The New York Times Magazine featured a cover story that gave a detailed account of his service as a mercenary in South Africa, Liberia, and several other African nations and included interviews with soldiers of fortune who had served with him. If Gault killed his wife, it would not have been the first time he had done in someone with his bare hands.
After the library Terry went to police headquarters, where he obtained copies of police reports of incidents involving Gault. Conklin expected the domestic-violence complaints filed by Julie Webster Gault, but he was surprised by several reports of assaults committed by Gault in bars, including a recent account of a fight at a dockside bar called The Dutchman. Terry noted with interest that the incident had occurred only days before his meeting with David. He also noted that the person who posted bail for Gault was none other than his new client, David Nash.
Conklin interviewed the bartender and another witness, who recounted Gault’s fighting skills and the
