Balance of Power

    Nolan seemed to notice as well. 'We've been going for over an hour,' he suggested. 'Why don't we take a break?'

* * *

    It was fifteen minutes before the witness and his lawyer returned to the conference room. When Sarah's questioning resumed, Callister angled his body slightly away from Nolan. The two men no longer chatted about football, or much of anything else.

    'Given your concerns about Reiner,' Sarah asked bluntly, 'did you ever attempt to independently determine what had happened to the missing documents?'

    Briefly, Callister glanced at the table. 'I made no such attempt.'

    'Why not?'

    Once more his eyes met Sarah's. 'Because it would have involved investigating my own vice president of marketing. After the First Lady's family was murdered, I had more pressing concerns—like keeping this company afloat. It wasn't the right environment.'

    Between the phlegmatic lines lay an answer of startling candor: an internal inquiry which uncovered the truth would have been devastating to Lexington's public posture and, even worse, could have generated evidence damning in a lawsuit like Mary Costello's. 'So it was better,' Sarah said sharply, 'to believe that Reiner was dishonest than to prove it.'

    The cast of Callister's broad midwestern face suggested both resentment and defensiveness. 'The First Lady's mother, sister, and niece had been murdered with a gun and bullets made by Lexington Arms. Aside from the terrible impact on her family, these murders could have spelled the end of a century-old business which employs hundreds of good people. I owed all my energies and judgment to the task of protecting the company and the families who rely on it.'

    Sarah considered him. Abruptly, she asked, 'Do you know a man named Norman Conn?'

    'Yes. He's a longtime employee.'

    'Were you ever told that Conn believes Reiner destroyed a document suggesting that the shipment of stolen P-2s, including the murder weapon, were being sold at gun shows by members of a white supremacist group?'

    Callister shook his head. In an emphatic tone which suggested genuine anger, he said, 'Not until last week.'

    Nolan held out his hand between Callister and Sarah. 'I will caution the witness not to testify regarding conversations with counsel.'

    'Outside of conversations with counsel,' Sarah persisted, 'were you ever told that Mr. Reiner destroyed documents?'

    'I was not.'

    At once, Sarah changed tacks. 'Are you familiar with Martin Bresler?'

    'I am.'

    'How are you acquainted with Mr. Bresler?'

    Callister sat back, seemingly inclined, as he had not been before, to put her question in a fuller context. 'Mr. Bresler,' he answered, 'was the head of an industry group which included Lexington Arms.'

    Abruptly, Callister checked himself, as though fighting any tendency toward expansiveness. 'What was the purpose of Bresler's group?' Sarah prodded.

    'To find a middle way between the gun controllers and the SSA.' Callister shrugged, seemingly unable to explain his answer without elaboration. 'From the beginning of my time at Lexington, I planned to wean us off the revenue we derived from weapons like the P-2. The idea was to market quality and safety, rather than lethality. To me, that meant things like trigger locks and smart guns—weapons designed to protect the user, and prevent accidents or misuse by folks who shouldn't have them.' Pausing, Callister seemed to recall anew the promise of his plan. 'President Kilcannon may not have been our friend, but he was a fact of life. The idea was to get him and the trial lawyers off our backs. By far the best way to do it was to unify a number of gun companies in a common approach, then see if we could deal with the President. Martin Bresler was supposed to be our vehicle, and the trigger lock agreement with the White House our first step.'

    Briefly, Sarah scanned her outline. 'After that agreement, did Bresler propose a next step?'

    'Yes.'

    To the side, Harrison Fancher watched the witness closely. 'What was the next step?' Sarah asked.

    Callister grimaced. Tonelessly, he said, 'For our five companies to require background checks before our dealers sold any of our weapons at gun shows.'

    His answer, with its echo of the Bowden murders, seemed to draw the other participants closer to the witness. Even the court reporter cocked her head.

    Quietly, Sarah asked, 'Did you ever reach agreement with the President?'

    'No.'

    'What stopped you?'

    Callister crossed his arms. 'All the other CEOs withdrew their financial support from Bresler's group. In essence, they fired him.'

    'Why was that?'

    Briefly Callister seemed to wince at some distasteful memory. 'They claimed Bresler was becoming too divisive.'

    'Did any of them mention the SSA?'

    Studiously, it seemed to Sarah, Callister ignored Harrison Fancher's presence. 'They all did. They were afraid that the SSA would encourage its members to boycott any company that dealt with Kerry Kilcannon. Four million members, and all of their friends, is a hell of a lot of customers to lose.'

    Sarah glanced at Fancher. 'Did any of them tell you that they'd been threatened by representatives of the SSA?'

    'Not directly, no.'

    'Did you ask?'

    'I did not.'

    Pausing, Sarah replayed the tenor of Callister's answer. 'Did the SSA threaten you?'

    'Objection,' Fancher snapped. 'However pejorative in tone, the question impinges on the defendants' First Amendment right of political association—including the formulation of legislative and political strategy. Such confidential discussions are not subject to discovery.'

    Sarah did not move her eyes from Callister. 'You may answer,' she told him.

    'He may not.' Turning to the witness, Nolan said with quiet emphasis, 'The SSA's objection is well taken, George, and the right belongs to Lexington every bit as much as it does the SSA. I'm instructing you not to answer.'

    Facing Sarah, Callister said, 'You heard my counsel, Ms. Dash. I'm under orders not to discuss any conversations with the SSA.'

    'That's obstruction,' Lenihan burst out.

    'Mr. Nolan,' Sarah interjected with a controlled professionalism she found difficult to maintain, 'your objection goes to the heart of our case that the SSA conspired with others to enforce uniform conduct on the American gun industry, in violation of the antitrust laws, contributing to the murders of Mary Costello's family. You've got no basis for your instruction.'

    'Then take it to the judge . . .'

    'You know damn well we can't,' Lenihan snapped back. 'By the time we get there you'll have passed this unconscionable gun immunity bill.'

    Nolan smiled. 'Acts of Congress are your department, Bob, not mine. My job is to represent my client.'