Self-Defence

Jonathan Kellerman Self-Defence

The ninth book in the Alex Delaware series, 1994

To my daughter Ilana,

a fine and magical mind, a sweet soul,

and, always, music

1

She smiled, as usual.

From her chair she had a fine view of the ocean. This morning it was a wrinkled teal sheet gilded with sunrise. A triangle of pelicans reconnoitered overhead. I doubted she'd notice any of it.

She moved around a bit, trying to get comfortable.

'Good morning, Lucy.'

'Good morning, Dr. Delaware.'

Her purse was at her feet, a huge macrame bag with leather straps. She had on a light blue cotton sweater and a pleated pink skirt. Her hair was fawn-colored, sleek, shoulder length with feather bangs. Her slender face was lightly freckled, with great cheekbones and fine features ruled by huge brown eyes. She looked younger than twenty-five.

'So,' she said, shrugging and still smiling.

'So.'

The smile died. 'Today I want to talk about him.'

'Okay.'

She covered her mouth, then removed her fingers. 'The things he did.'

I nodded.

'No,' she said. 'I don't mean what we've already been over. I'm talking about things I haven't told you.'

'The details.'

She squeezed her lips together. One hand was in her lap, and her fingers began to drum. 'You have no idea.'

'I read the trial transcript, Lucy.'

'All of it?'

'All the crime-scene details. Detective Sturgis's testimony.' Private testimony, too.

'Oh… then I guess you do know.' She glanced at the ocean. 'I thought I'd dealt with it, but all of a sudden I can't get it out of my head.'

'The dreams?'

'No, these are waking thoughts. Images float into my head. When I'm at my desk, watching TV, whatever.'

'Images from the trial?'

'The worst things from the trial- those photo blowups. Or I'll flash on facial expressions. Carrie Fielding's parents. Anna Lopez's husband.' Looking away. 'His face. I feel like I'm going through it all over again.'

'It hasn't been that long, Lucy.'

'Two months isn't long?'

'Not for what you went through.'

'I suppose,' she said. 'The whole time I sat there in that jury box, I felt as if I was living in a toxic waste dump. The grosser the testimony got, the more he enjoyed it. His staring games- those stupid satanic drawings on his hands. As if he was daring us to see how bad he was. Daring us to punish him.'

She gave a sour smile. 'We took the dare, all right, didn't we? I suppose it was an honor to put him away. So why don't I feel honored?'

'The end result may have been honorable, but getting there-'

She shook her head, as if I'd missed the point. 'He defecated on them! In them! After he- the holes he made in them!' Tears filled her eyes.

'Why?' she said.

'I couldn't even begin to explain someone like him, Lucy.'

She was silent for a long time. 'Everything was a big game for him. In some ways he was just like an overgrown kid, wasn't he? Turning people into dolls so he could play with them… Some kids play like that, don't they?'

'Not normal kids.'

'Do you think he was abused the way he claimed?'

'There's no evidence he was.'

'Yes,' she said, 'but still. How could someone… could he really have been in some kind of altered state, a multiple personality like that psychiatrist claimed?'

'There's no evidence of that either, Lucy.'

'I know, but what do you think?'

'My guess is that his crazy behavior at the trial was faked for the insanity plea.'

'So you think he was totally rational?'

'I don't know if rational's the right word, but he certainly wasn't psychotic or the prisoner of uncontrollable urges. He chose to do what he did. He liked hurting people.'

She touched a wet cheek. 'You don't think he was sick.'

'Not in the sense of benefiting from a pill or surgery or even psychotherapy.' I handed her a tissue.

'So death's what's called for.'

'What's called for is keeping him away from the rest of us.'

'Well, we did that, all right. The DA said if anyone's going to get gassed, it's him.' She gave an angry laugh.

'Does that trouble you?' I said.

'No… maybe. I don't know. I mean, if he ever makes it to the gas chamber I'm not going to be standing around watching him asphyxiate. He deserves it, but… I guess it's the calculated aspect that gets to me. Knowing that on such and such a day, at such and such a time… but would I do anything different? What would be the alternative? Giving him a chance of getting out and doing those things again?'

'Even correct choices can be agonizing.'

'Do you believe in the death penalty?'

I thought for a while, composing my answer. Normally, I avoided injecting my opinions into therapy, but this time evasion would be a mistake. 'I'm where you are, Lucy. The idea of someone being calculatedly put to death bothers me, and I'd have trouble pulling the switch. But I can see cases where it might be the best choice.'

'So what does that make us, Dr. Delaware? Hypocrites?'