purse in before closing it with enough force to rattle the photograph of Karp hanging on the wall.

Karp smiled at the display and turned on his heel to enter his office. “Please hold my calls unless it’s an emergency.”

“Certainly, Mr. Karp,” the receptionist replied. She brightened at the thought of being able to tell anyone who called that her boss was not available. And would you like to schedule a time to call back?

Karp waited for Davis to pass him before closing the door behind them. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, indicating the chair in front of his desk.

When Karp was seated, Davis handed over a thick file folder. “Here’s the Yancy-Jenkins case file,” he said. “It has everything the task force compiled plus the new stuff: a transcription of the defendant’s confession to the detective in the Bronx-I believe his name is Graziani-as well as his transcribed Q amp; A statement to our ADA Danielle Cohn.”

“I know Danielle,” Karp said. “Good kid, but didn’t she just get assigned to Homicide? How’d she catch a case like this one?”

“She was working the night chart on Monday when she got the call from Detective Graziani up at the Four- Eight in the Bronx,” Davis said. “She’s young, but she’s very good; top of her class at Brown and Yale Law. Blazed her way through the criminal courts; tried a lot of cases successfully down there. Been with Homicide for six months and done well as second chair on a couple of murder trials and on her own with a reckless manslaughter. Still batting a thousand.”

Davis stopped talking, realizing he was sounding like a used-car salesman. He shrugged. “Of course, I was going to talk to you about her co-counsel. If you think she should second-chair this one, too, that’s fine by me. She’ll understand; she won’t like it, but she’ll understand.”

He doesn’t like being second-guessed, Karp thought. I don’t suppose any of us do, but he has to see the logic. This case is going to get a lot of press attention and Alea Watkins is a tough, seasoned adversary. You can’t hand a case like this over to a rookie.

“We’ll talk about that in a bit,” Karp said. He didn’t want to beat up on Davis; he might not be ready for the job right now, but someday he could be if he remained with the DAO. But he still needed to make his point; he felt that teaching his subordinates was one of his main functions as a DA. “Why didn’t Danielle get in touch with the senior ADA who was supervising the night chart when she got the call? The Yancy-Jenkins murders were as high- profile as it gets and that usually requires an experienced hand.”

“Well, for starters she wasn’t immediately told that this concerned the Yancy-Jenkins murders,” Davis said. “This Detective Graziani who called said he had a suspect who’d confessed to a Manhattan double murder. She only learned which case it was when she got there.”

“Okay, that’s for starters,” Karp said. “But what’s next? Why not call after she got there and learned which case this was?”

Davis dipped his head, but then to his credit he looked Karp in the eye. “Actually she tried to reach Terry Daley, the senior ADA who should have been on call, but there was a mix-up in the schedule and he wasn’t home. Then she tried to call me, too, but I was late getting to the Yankee game and had rushed out of the house without my cell phone. I guess there was a concern by the detective that the suspect might lawyer up. So by the time I got home and got her message, she’d already gone ahead and questioned the suspect and got a separate confession.”

The younger man hung his head again. “Sorry, I messed up,” he said. “I shouldn’t have been out of touch.”

“Yeah, with this job we’re pretty much on call twenty-four/seven, or at least we have to make sure that the lines of communication are open,” Karp replied. “But it happens, and it’s one of those lessons we don’t soon forget.”

“True, true,” Davis said, and smiled slightly as he pointed to his head. “It’s now engraved in stone.”

Karp chuckled. “Good. Then let’s move on from here. Refresh me on the timing of these events. I take it the suspect confessed Monday sometime after our bureau chiefs meeting.”

“Yes,” Davis said, and pointed at the file folder. “You’ll see how it breaks down in there, but essentially Graziani calls Monday evening and says he’s got this guy who’d been popped in the Bronx on Sunday for an assault and ended up confessing to a murder up there. And now he’s confessed to a Manhattan homicide. So Danielle then trots up to the Bronx jail and gets the whole story. Apparently, Graziani was working narcotics in the Two-Six when the Yancy-Jenkins murders went down. He did some work with the task force, so he was familiar with the details of the case. Anyway, he hears about this guy confessing to the Bronx homicide and gets a hunch to look at the evidence. Turns out, this guy-the perp’s name is Felix Acevedo-was carrying a woman’s engagement ring in his wallet with the inscription filed away. And Graziani knew that whoever killed Olivia Yancy took her engagement ring; in fact, the bastard cut her finger off to get it. So Graziani goes after this guy and pretty soon he gets the guy to confess to the Yancy-Jenkins murders. That’s when he called the DAO and got Cohn.”

“Okay, I understand all that,” Karp said. “But why the rush to indict?” He knew it sounded a little harsh, like an indictment itself, but it might well be a question Alea Watkins would raise to get the case thrown out, and he wanted to see how Davis would react.

Davis bit his lip. “I didn’t consider it a rush. It’s pretty much a slam-dunk case. The defendant confessed first to Graziani and then gave a virtually verbatim Q amp; A statement to Danielle-plus he confessed to the murder in the Bronx. When you read the confession and the Q amp; A you’ll see the guy is as consistent as a Swiss watch. Hardly a word of difference between what he told the detective and what he told Cohn. Then there’s the ring. To be frank, I think his defense attorney is going to take one look at the evidence and beg us to plea-bargain the case.”

Karp thought about what Marlene had said about her meeting with Alejandro and Acevedo’s mother. His gut told him that it wasn’t going to be anywhere near as much of a “slam dunk” as Davis thought, and he doubted that “Perry Mason Junior” Watkins was the sort to beg for mercy.

“What’s the status of the Bronx case?” Karp said.

Davis frowned. “I’m not sure. I don’t think they’ve filed an indictment yet. Maybe it’s not as strong a case… I’m not familiar with all of the details. But I can find out.”

Karp’s brow furrowed and he shook his head. “I owe my old friend Mr. Bronx DA himself, Sam Hartsfield, a call. I’ll let you know what he says.”

Davis nodded but didn’t reply. Karp knew that his young colleague was taking it hard. “It’s okay, Pat,” he said. “Under the circumstances, I understand how it all happened. I just want to review the case file, like we would have at the meeting, and make sure we didn’t leap into something we’re going to regret. I can’t emphasize enough how vital it is for this office to not only believe that we can win a case but be convinced a thousand percent that the defendant is factually guilty and that we have the legally admissible evidence to prove it. Otherwise, we don’t go forward. But that first threshold is factual guilt.”

Davis squared his shoulders. “I’m aware of that, and I’m convinced he did it. The confessions are just too on point. And I don’t see how the defense is going to keep them out of evidence.”

Karp held the man’s gaze for a long moment, then pursed his lips and nodded. “All right then,” he said, and tapped the file. “I’ll take a look at what we got. As far as personnel, I want Ray Guma as lead counsel; Danielle can second seat.”

“Guma?” Davis asked, surprised.

Karp raised an eyebrow. He knew that a lot of the new young Turks in the office thought of Guma, who worked only part-time due to his health, as a relic. But Karp knew that he was as good as they came-smart and tough as nails in a courtroom. A brawler more than a boxer, but he got the job done and would be a good match for Watkins. “Yes, Guma. I don’t know if you’re aware of this but he was the DAO rep on the Yancy-Jenkins task force… the same one this Graziani worked with. He’ll be able to spot any holes.”

Davis twisted his lips. “Cohn isn’t going to like it.”

Karp scowled slightly to show that there wasn’t going to be a lot of argument regarding this decision. “Then she can excuse herself from the case,” he said. “If you’re wrong, and the defense doesn’t come looking for a plea deal-and I don’t think they will-there’s going to be a fight. Cohn can learn a lot from an old warhorse like Goom.”

A few minutes later, Davis excused himself. When he left the office, Karp glanced down at the file on his desk. Under the circumstances, I understand how it all happened. He suspected the truth was that Davis wanted

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