looking at the clock, then at the jurors, and finally at the judge. “Your Honor, perhaps this would be a good time for the lunch break. As you might expect, I am not finished with this witness.”
The judge turned to me for my assent. “Mr. Lassiter?”
“I could eat a bear,” I said.
“Done. We stand in recess for one hour.”
65 The Alibi
I had lied to the judge. I wasn’t hungry. My stomach was filled with razor blades.
An aging sheriff’s deputy swung open the steel door, and I joined Amy Larkin in the windowless holding cell behind the courtroom. We were deep in the bowels of the Justice Building. I made a mental note to spend the next hurricane here.
When the door clanged shut behind me, I must have been frowning because Amy said, “Smile, Jake. We had a great morning.”
I sat down on a steel bench bolted to the wall. “Think so?”
“C’mon, Charlie was terrific.”
“Only if you like circus tricks. Now cut the bullshit and tell me what’s going on.”
“What do you mean? Charlie said he was going to do the right thing, and he did.”
She seemed almost giddy.
“You’re playing me, Amy. You and your new best friend.
“C’mon, Jake. Charlie torpedoed the case.”
“What makes you think so?”
“There’s no eyewitness testimony.”
“Sure there is. Ziegler I.D.’d you half a dozen times before he recanted. You think the jury slept through all that?”
“Why would they believe a story he says is no longer true?”
“Because Castiel did a good job impeaching him, and he’s not done yet. Plus all the circumstantial evidence. The matching bullets. The prints. The stalking. The threats. Not to mention my call from the gun range.”
“You’re saying I’ll still be convicted.”
“Bet on it.”
Her smile vanished. “Charlie said this would work.”
“He’s a better pornographer than lawyer.”
“And there’s nothing you can do?”
“Give me your alibi. Unless that’s bullshit, too.”
“It’s real!” Her face heating up. The anger looked sincere.
“A name. Give me a name.”
She toyed with a thought before speaking. “I need to make a call.”
I handed over my cell, and Amy dialed a number. “Hi. It’s me. Can you come to the courthouse right away? Jake says he needs you.”
A pause. She listened.
“I know, but things have changed.” Her eyes flicked toward me. “Jake says Charlie changing his testimony won’t work with the jury. He accused me too many times before. Jake says today was just a circus trick.”
Amy listened some more, then laughed. “I’ll tell him you said that.”
“Said what?” I asked, but she waved me off.
“An hour, then,” Amy said into the phone. “Thanks. I knew I could count on you.”
She hung up and her face was once again beatific. Not a care in the world.
“Who the hell was that?”
“Melody Sanders.”
That rocked me. “Ziegler’s girlfriend is your alibi? No way.”
Amy shrugged. “It’s true.”
“What were you doing with her? And what did she say just now that’s so damn funny?”
Amy gave me a little smile. “That the circus hasn’t even started yet.” The smile turned into a full-tilt laugh, and I got the feeling the joke was on me.
“You lied to me. You said you were with a man that night.”
“A little white lie.”
“You said it was too dangerous for him to testify.”
“That part was true. Melody could be killed.”
“By whom? And why? And how do the two of you even know each other?”
Amy rolled her eyes at me. “Frankly, Jake, I thought you’d figure it out before now.”
“Figure what out?”
“There’s Charlie. Melody. Me.” She gave me a cutesy little smile. “And me. Melody. Charlie.”
“Yeah, I get it. Melody’s the linchpin between the two of you. She’s …”
Suddenly, it all came into focus. There it was, right in front of me. Where it had been all the time.
66 A Courtroom Visitor
Thirty minutes later, I was hustling into the courtroom when my cell phone buzzed. Pepito Dominguez.
“Quickly, kid. I’m in court.”
“Melody Sanders is a dead end, Jake.”
“Thanks, Pepito, but I’m not gonna need any Melody info.”
“But get this,
“Got it, Pepito.”
“You’re not surprised?”
“You did good work, kid. I’m gonna tell your dad that. Gotta go.”
Moments later, all the players were in their places. Judge Duckworth reminded Ziegler that he was still under oath and told the jury she hoped they hadn’t tried the eggplant parmigiana in the cafeteria, because she’d lost a couple jurors to it last week. Half a dozen spectators were scattered throughout the gallery, on hand for the free entertainment. A lone reporter from the
As soon as he was on his feet, Castiel launched his counterattack. Again, he held the wooden pointer as if it were a riding crop.
“Have you been under a lot of stress, Mr. Ziegler?”
“My business, it’s always stressful.”
“Drinking a lot?” A little wave of the pointer, Esa-Pekka Salonen conducting his orchestra.
“Enough.”
“The defendant showing up in town. Did that bring memories back of her sister, Krista Larkin?”
“Sure did.”
“The young woman you had employed who’d disappeared.”
“That’s right.”
“Even though you had nothing to do with her disappearance, did you feel badly for her family?”
“Of course.”
