confidential.” Adam paused for emphasis. “I don’t want anyone to even know we’ve talked. I’d prefer that the people I deal with think I’m only as smart as I am, instead of as smart as you are.”
Silent, Gold nodded his acceptance, though his eyes contained a hint of amusement. “This is more than an estate problem,” Adam concluded, “or even a criminal law problem. This involves my mother’s and brother’s future, and I mean for it to come out right. But before I start playing three-dimensional chess-hopefully, without the other players knowing what I’m up to-I need to think this through.”
“Then let’s start with the obvious,” Gold said at once. “If the DA convicts Carla Pacelli of murder, that solves all your problems. Clarice and Teddy are off the hook, and the assets Ben left Carla go to them. And no doubt Carla has the clearest motive.” His voice took on a cautionary note. “Assuming that she knew about this will-”
“How could she not?”
“You’d think that. But with Ben dead, Carla alone knows what she knew-if anything. Unless the lawyer who drew up the will, Seeley, can put her in the room with Ben.”
“I mean to find that out,” Adam replied. “Whatever way I can.”
For a moment, Gold appraised him. “And then what? The best of motives is no good without evidence that Carla killed him. Okay, maybe she was the woman Clarice saw on the promontory with Ben-on some other night. But maybe not. And the shadowy figure your neighbor saw could have been the abominable snowman.”
Despite the circumstances, Adam smiled at Gold’s bluntness. “The snowman would have left a distinctive footprint. So I think we can rule him out.”
“Unless Carla left a footprint,” Gold responded, “I’m not hearing a case against her either. Granted, people do the most surprising things, including the ones we have reason to know the best. I’ve only met Pacelli a couple of times-understandably, she has little taste for the summer scene. But there’s a certain dignity about her, as well as a vulnerability she seems determined to conceal. She doesn’t strike me as typecasting for a murderer.”
“Maybe she doesn’t play one at cocktail parties,” Adam rejoined. “When I met her, she didn’t seem like someone who’d steal my mother’s husband, then leave her without a penny. But she did.”
“Assuming that Carla planned any of that. But let’s move on to your mother, Jack, and Teddy. None have alibis; all claim that this will was a surprise. Do you believe them?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe,” Adam said flatly. “The one person who would have told them, my father, is dead. So I figure that part of their story stands.”
Gold arched his eyebrows. “I have to say that I find your detachment interesting.”
“Necessary,” Adam corrected. “Whatever they are, my feelings about this don’t do my family any good. All that matters is what can or can’t be proven. Asserting ignorance of the will is helpful to them.”
“To a point,” Gold warned. “But motive isn’t your problem here. The police have taken evidence from every other member of your family-not only their statements, but clothes, shoes, and DNA. They clearly think one or all of them are lying. If not about Ben’s fall itself, then about some crucial fact.”
“That’s clear,” Adam agreed. “Which brings us to Teddy, I’m afraid.”
Gold’s tone became encouraging. “I can understand how worried you are. You believe Teddy left a footprint and, if so, that he lied about the circumstances. But there’s a lot left to determine. Were there indications of a struggle? How did Ben lose that button? And, critically, what does the pathologist’s report say about whether someone pushed Ben off that cliff? Were there bruises or scratches on the body, and fingerprints on Ben’s skin? Were there traces of someone else’s DNA? And if there were any or all of these, is there some explanation more benign than murder? You just don’t know.”
“That’s what bothers me,” Adam said in frustration. “There’s way too much I can’t get to.”
Gold shrugged. “You can always wait until Hanley makes his move. All too often, that’s what defense lawyers are forced to do.”
“I’m not a defense lawyer,” Adam said simply. “My preference is to influence events, not wait until they overtake some member of my family.”
In the dim light of the porch, Gold regarded him in silence, the only sound sheets of rain driven by the wind. “About Teddy,” he said at length. “A lot of us have imagined patricide, or left an emotional message for some ex- lover. Neither makes Teddy a murderer. I’d be more concerned if you know why, as seems to be the case, he went to the one place-the promontory-he avoided while you were growing up. Do you have any idea of what could have driven him there on this particular evening?”
“No. I haven’t asked him yet.”
“Then consider if you want to. Anything Teddy says to you, or you to him, would be fair game for George Hanley. That means that one or both of you would have the choice of testifying about that under oath-or committing perjury.”
“I understand.”
“I’m sure you do,” Gold answered in a tougher voice. “So let’s take that problem to its logical conclusion. Suppose you find out that your father was murdered by a member of your family. Is that something you really want to know?”
Adam bent forward, chin propped on folded hands. “That depends on whether I can protect them.”
Gold shook his head in reproof. “There’s more to it than that,” he said sternly. “There’s the psychological burden you’d carry for the rest of your life, no matter what you thought of Ben. But there’s also a legal and moral problem. If one of them killed your father, what do you do? Do you let the DA charge an innocent man or woman? And if Hanley puts you on the stand, do you lie to save your brother or mother and ruin the life of someone else? Or your own?” Gold paused, then finished in a calm, emphatic tone, “When I encouraged you to enter the law, I knew you to be an unusually smart and capable young man. That’s how you strike me now-though whatever life you’re leading has made you as hard as you think necessary. But the road I see you choosing, Adam, is a perilous one. You can’t know where it ends.”
Adam felt his own apprehension. “I appreciate that.”
“Then let’s talk about what you can count on without placing yourself at moral hazard. Hanley has to prove that there was a murder, then identify the murderer beyond a reasonable doubt. The police don’t have a witness to Ben going off that cliff-all they’ve got, thanks to Nathan Wright, is an unidentified person who could have pushed him. Whatever apparition Nate saw doesn’t disprove that Ben fell by accident or, aware that he was dying, decided to jump. Even if your mom’s or Teddy’s DNA is on his body, that could have happened through normal contact- which is also true of Carla, by the way. And the cause of death, no doubt a brain hemorrhage, sheds no light on why he fell.” As Gold paused, Adam could see his mind at work, the swift sequence of thoughts in his narrowed eyes. “Maybe the police have more,” he conceded. “I’d like to see the crime scene workup, and the notes from their interviews of Clarice, Jack, Teddy, Carla, and Jenny Leigh. For sure I’d want that pathologist’s report-”
“So would I.”
“But you can’t get it, can you?” Gold looked past him into the darkness, speaking with a clinical dispassion. “I always found your father’s company bracing. Why wouldn’t I, when he had no effect on me or those I loved? But all too often he was a selfish, callous man, heedless of anything but what he wanted. God knows how many people, at some point in their lives, were damaged by Benjamin Blaine-some of whom, if only for a moment, surely wished him dead.
“I felt that most acutely for those closest to him-Clarice, Teddy, Jack, and even you, the only one enough like Ben to stand up to him. But somehow he found a way to damage even you.” Leaning forward, Gold looked intently into Adam’s face. “I don’t know how, and I’m not asking. Instead, I’m imploring you-whatever you’ve made of your life since then, don’t let him damage you still more.”
A moment passed before Adam could speak. “Avi,” he said, “he’s already done all he can. The only harm he can do me now is through my mom or Teddy.”
“You’re too smart to believe that,” Gold objected. “If you keep conducting your own investigation, or get drawn back into the past, you could become entangled in Ben’s web in ways you can’t imagine. Go too far-talk to too many witnesses, find out too much you shouldn’t know-and you could find yourself charged with obstruction of justice. The psychic prison Ben put you in is bad enough. Don’t let him consign you to a real one.”
Adam felt a moment of deep fear. Covering this, he said lightly, “Believe me, I’m happy where I am.”
“In Helmand Province?” Gold shot back. “I don’t know what kind of bullshit you tell Clarice. But I do know people who serve there. Whatever you actually do, there are no safe places, or safe jobs.” He spoke more quietly. “But that’s not my problem, is it? My concern now is trying to keep you safe on Martha’s Vineyard. I’m giving you the name of the best criminal lawyer in Boston for Teddy, and suggesting you resign as executor. Your father has
