Two Christmases.
It took eight days to clear up Jac’s own problems with his false murder rap.
The first breakthrough came when Nel-M’s rental-car was seen on a cam around the corner on St. Joseph Street a minute after the murder. Then the timing of the calls on his cell-phone to Strelloff, and finally when the police searched Nel-M’s apartment, they found a jacket with blood-spots that matched Strelloff’s and fibres from the same jacket on the hallway outside Alaysha’s apartment. The charges against Jac were dropped.
By then it was December 16th, and Jac was told that it might take yet another five days to sort out the immigration issues,
‘There’s this great beach near Havana — Playa Paraiso. Pure white sand, crystal clear Caribbean waters…’
Alaysha arrived with Molly four days later. And between playing on the beach with Molly in the day and sipping rum punches, candlelight lobster dinners, dancing the samba and making love at night, they’d get occasional calls from Mike Coultaine with updates on Roche. About right, Jac thought wistfully: their heaven while hearing about Roche’s hell.
The first main detail to come out was about the DNA evidence, Roche apparently almost gloating over the ingenuity of the set-up. After his wife’s death, he’d contacted Dr Thallerey and asked him to send back her blood and ovary samples, ‘
‘That’s why Dr Thallerey was killed,’ Coultaine explained. ‘When they heard over your tapped line that you were planning to visit Thallerey, Roche feared that that detail might come out, and you’d put all the pieces together.’
The motive, though, behind killing his wife, Roche was more reluctant to talk about, and took another five days of police questioning to finally come out. Jessica Roche had suddenly become a keen ‘green’ and ecologist, and discovered a false report he’d had made by a marine survey company regarding water quality by one of his plants. She’d pushed him to become more green and make the necessary changes at the plant, and, when he dug in his heel, she threatened to blow the whistle.
‘Roche said that he could have bitten the bullet over that one plant and made the changes — but he’d apparently been doing the same thing for the past eight years with false water-reporting at
Far from the noblest of motives, Jac thought, but as Coultaine went on to explain, the resultant shares collapse from the news would have ruined Roche. Not to mention the five-year jail term for fraud.
Larry spent that first Christmas out of Libreville with Mack Elliott, though he had a full day with Franny and Joshua at a top downtown hotel, the
It was a trait he found useful handling Larry’s compensation claim against the State of Louisiana over the following months. $500,000 was offered, $2 million was demanded, and they’d probably settle somewhere in- between on the courtroom steps.
The Durrant case was big news. The biggest. Criminologists and legal experts had started busily debating the ingenuity of the set-up against Durrant, and no doubt would for many years to come, and with talk from the police about Roche hyper-ventilating so hard under questioning that he almost collapsed a couple of times, the
Torvald Engelson had played up the dramatics of saving Durrant at the first execution attempt, describing that last-second blood-drop as ‘like an angel’s teardrop’, which, combined with Larry’s heavy religious leanings, became another headline: ‘Angel’s Teardrop Saves the Man that Planned to go to Heaven.’
And with all the hoopla, Jac was suddenly in demand. Beaton was keen to have him back, and there were offers too from three other firms when Mike Coultaine called with a proposition. He admitted that he’d only retired early because he found old-man Beaton such a pain-in-the-ass, but he would love nothing more than to return and keep his hand in, say, three days a week. ‘And it just so happens that Dale Keller, one of the best lawyers it’s ever been my privilege to know — apart from Darrell Ayliss, of course — is also looking to hang up his own shingle.’
Jac liked the idea, it turned out that John Langfranc was also keen to jump ship — probably his only chance of ever becoming a full partner — taking far more loyal clients with him than Beaton had anticipated or was happy about. Two months after Christmas,
Durrant’s case also opened the floodgates for other possibly false or questionable imprisonments. In the months that followed, they took on four more cases from Libreville’s death-row, one of which was that of Hector ‘Roddy’ Rodriguez. Jac launched a fresh appeal, arguing that while the day’s delay before Rodriguez visited his victim looked like premeditation — it was not to murder, since Rodriguez had only gone there to warn the man off; it was his victim’s violent reaction to that visit that led to the murder. Jac was seeking a reduction to manslaughter and a ‘time-served’ sentence. Chances were high.
There’d also been some re-shuffling at Libreville: Haveling was still there, but Bateson and two more of his clique had been suspended pending enquiries, while Tally Shavell had been transferred to Wetumpka Penitentiary in Alabama, where apparently they had an even harder-assed prison fixer. The bets were that if Shavell didn’t keep his head down low there, he wouldn’t last more than six months.
Alaysha stopped lap-dancing five months later, when, having turned more of her attention to interior decoration, her client list finally started to grow. She also started to become franker about telling people that she used to lap-dance, stopped trying to cover up or being embarrassed by it.
‘And now?’ they’d ask.
‘The same. Except now it’s just for an audience of one.’ A saucy glance at Jac as she joked.
Jac’s mother had also broken out more on her own, finally getting her work visa and with her past art expertise landing a job at a gallery on Chartres Street two days a week, which within three months became full- time. She and Jean-Marie moved out of Aunt Camille’s place in Hammond and into their own place in Bywater, only a mile from Jac and Alaysha.
With Jac busy with the new company, he and Alaysha had stayed as neighbours, constantly in and out of each other’s apartments, and while they’d talked about getting a place together, they didn’t finally start house- hunting until late summer — just as
The hurricane completely transformed the city. Some districts, like the Ninth Ward, were totally flattened, and when they were re-built would never be the same again. The most vital criterion for New Orleans house- hunters would forever now be ‘find a place on high ground’.
Everything from the new firm was shifted in box files to a make shift office in Baton Rouge, and when they finally returned six weeks later, the city still looking like a war-zone and the smell of damp seeping through their newly-painted walls, Coultaine commented, ‘Oh well, just think of all the compensation and re-building claims.’ Jac shook his head and smiled wryly. As bad as his father:
Larry’s compensation was finally settled soon after they moved back into New Orleans: $1,500,000.
Larry had been seeing Joshua regularly every other weekend and some weekdays too, and whether from that pressure or other problems between Francine and Frank — apparently things had become increasingly tense between them — they finally split up just a month before
Larry and Francine started seeing each other tentatively again then: occasional dinners out, or often she’d cook dinner for them all when Larry came round to see Joshua. When the compensation paperwork was being completed, Larry remarked to Jac how scared he was by the whole process.
