'So you had something important to tell us,' said Michelle.
Kate looked around. The person closest to them was reading a book and scribbling some notes, obviously a student on a deadline.
She said in a low voice, 'It's about the meeting my father had that night, what I was telling Michelle,' she explained with a glance at King.
'It's okay, she filled me in,' he said. 'Go ahead.'
'Well, there was something else he said that I caught. I mean I guess I should have told you before, but I really believed I must have misheard. But maybe I didn't.'
'What was it?' asked King eagerly.
'It was a name. A name I recognized.'
King and Michelle exchanged glances.
'Why didn't you tell us that before?' asked Michelle.
'Like I said, because I couldn't believe I'd heard right. I didn't want to get him in any trouble. And my father secretly meeting with a stranger late at night and his name coming up-well, to a fourteen-year-old girl it seemed bad. But I knew he'd never do something illegal.'
'Whose name was mentioned?' asked King.
Kate took a very deep breath. King noted that she was now bending the straws into knots.
'The name I heard the man say was Thornton Jorst.'
Michelle and King once more exchanged a significant glance.
'You're sure,' said Michelle. 'You heard him say Thornton Jorst?'
'I'm not one hundred percent certain, no, but what else could it have been? It's not exactly a name like John Smith. It sure sounded like Thornton Jorst.'
'What was your father's reaction to that name?'
'I couldn't hear that clearly. But he said something like it was risky, very risky. For both of them.'
King thought about this. 'So the other man wasn't Thornton Jorst-that seems clear-but they were talking about him.' He touched Kate on the shoulder. 'Tell us about Jorst's relationship with your father.'
'They were friends and colleagues.'
'Had they known each other before coming to work at Atticus?' asked Michelle.
Kate shook her head. 'I don't think so, no. If they did, they certainly never mentioned it. But they were both in college in the sixties. People went all over the country doing insane things. It's funny, though.'
'What is?' asked King.
'Well, sometimes it seemed to me that Thornton knew my mother better than he knew my father. Like they'd met before.'
'Did your mother ever mention that they had?'
'No. Thornton came to Atticus after my parents did. He was a bachelor, never really dated that I could tell. My parents were very friendly with him. I think my mother felt sorry for him. She would bake him little things and take them over to him. They were good friends. I really liked him. He was almost like an uncle to me.'
Michelle said slowly, 'Kate, do you think your mother-'
Kate interrupted her. 'No, they weren't having an affair. I know I was very young back then, but still I would have known.'
King didn't look convinced but said, 'The man who met with your father, he mentioned your mother, Regina?'
'Yes. I'm assuming he must have known one or both of my parents. But look, I really can't believe Thornton is mixed up in any of this. He's just not the type to run around with guns plotting to kill people. He didn't have my father's genius or his academic credentials, but he's a good professor.'
King nodded. 'Right, he didn't have your father's brains or Berkeley Ph.D. background, and yet they ended up at the same college. Any idea why?'
'Why what?' Kate had assumed a defensive tone.
Michelle said, 'Why your father wasn't teaching at, say, Harvard or Yale. In addition to his Berkeley career, he authored four books that I was told were easily in the top ten in their field. He was a serious scholar, a real heavyweight.'
'Maybe he simply chose to go to a smaller college,' said Kate.
'Or maybe there was something in his past that precluded him from being called up to the academic big leagues,' remarked King.
'I don't think so,' said Kate. 'Otherwise, everybody would know.'
'Not necessarily. Not if it had been expunged from his official record, but certain people in the very cliquish world of academics were aware. And they might have held it against him. So heended up at Atticus, which probably felt lucky to have him, warts and all.'
'Any thoughts on what those warts might be?' asked Michelle.
Kate said nothing.
King said, 'Look, the last thing we're aiming to do is drag up any more dirt on your father. I say, let him rest in peace. But if the man who talked to your father was responsible for his shooting Ritter, I don't see any reason why the man shouldn't suffer for it. And understanding your dad's past may help us find him. Because if I'm reading this right, this guy knew your father from the old days, and if he did, then he'd probably know what incident had tainted him enough to cut your dad off from the Harvards of the world, if indeed that was the case.'
Michelle said, 'Kate, you're the only hope we have with this. Unless you tell us what you know, it's going to be very tough for us to learn the truth. And I think you want to know the truth; otherwise, you wouldn't have called us.'
Kate finally sighed and said, 'Okay, okay, there were some things my mother said not too long before she killed herself.'
'What were they, Kate?' Michelle prompted gently.
'She said my father was arrested during a demonstration. I think it was against the Vietnam War.'
'What, for disorderly conduct or something?' asked King.
'No, for killing someone.'
King leaned in close. 'Who and how, Kate?' he said. 'Everything you can remember.'
'This is only from what my mother said, and she wasn't really all that clear about it. She was drinking heavily near the end of her life.' Kate took out a tissue and dabbed at her eyes.
'I know this is hard, Kate, but it might help to get it out in the open,' said King.
'From what I could gather it was a police officer or someone official like that. He was killed during this war protest that got way outof hand. In L.A., I think she said. My father was arrested for it. It actually looked really bad for him, and then something happened. My mother said some lawyers got involved on my dad's behalf, and the charges were dropped. And my mom said the police had trumped up the charges anyway. That they were just looking for a scapegoat, and my father was it. She was sure Dad hadn't done anything.'
'But there must have been stories in the paper, or some scuttlebutt,' commented Michelle.
'I don't know if it made the papers, but I guess there was a record of it somewhere because it obviously did hurt my dad's career. I checked into my mom's story. I confirmed that Berkeley let my dad graduate with his Ph.D. but did so very reluctantly. I guess they didn't have much choice; he'd already completed all the course work and his dissertation. The incident happened shortly before he graduated. But from what I could gather word spread in academic circles, and the places he applied to teach at after he graduated shut their doors on him. My mom said Dad bumped around here and there, scraping by before he got the job at Atticus. Of course, during those years he'd written all those books that were very well received in the academic community. Looking back, I think my dad was so bitter about being kept out of the top schools that even if any of them had come calling, he would have stayed at Atticus. He was a very loyal person, and Atticus had given him a shot.'
King asked, 'Any idea how your parents survived during the lean years? Did your mom work?'
'Here and there some, but nothing permanent. She helped my dad write his books, with research and such. I'm not really sure how they got by.' She rubbed her eyes. 'Why, what are you getting at?'
'I was just wondering,' he said, 'who these lawyers were who came in to represent your dad. Did your father come from money?'
Kate looked bewildered. 'No, my father grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin. My mother was from Florida
