to him and his wife. He says you were in that class, that you had lots of questions.
Justin: I remember something about that. His wife’s family disappeared or something.
Wedmore: Very good. You remember. And I guess you remember the part where Mr. Archer told his students about a psychic who said she’d tell them what happened to the family for a thousand dollars?
Justin: I didn’t always pay attention in school.
Wedmore: Mr. Archer says you actually asked him, after class, for the name of the psychic.
Justin: I suppose that’s possible, but I don’t remember.
Wedmore: Didn’t you tell your stepfather, Mr. Taggart, about her? I understand your father has an interest in that sort of thing.
Justin: I don’t know where you’re going with this.
Wedmore: When Keisha Ceylon led your parents to you, it wasn’t the first time you’d met her, was it?
Justin: Uh…
Wedmore: You knew what she did, the kind of scams she ran, and you came up with an idea to get five thousand dollars from your parents. After some persuading, Ms. Ceylon went along with it.
Justin: Look, my mom, my stepdad, they’ve got tons of money, and anything I might have done where they’re concerned, that’s our business. It’s not like the public got ripped off or anything. Keisha-she really told you about all this?
Wedmore: She said you’re an admirer of her work. A fan. That she inspired you. That after you ran this game on your parents, you wanted to do more work with her, but she said no. Does that sound about right?
Justin: I wouldn’t say that.
Wedmore: What part do I have wrong? Straighten me out here.
Justin: I don’t know. I just… none of that rings a bell.
Wedmore: No? You saying you didn’t go to Mr. Garfield’s house and offer to provide the same kind of service Keisha did?
Justin: Shit, no. Don’t you see what she’s doing? She’s confessed to this other thing, with my mom and her husband and me, because she figures-because it’ll make her look almost honest. You know? She’s willing to admit all that, so you’ll believe her when she says she didn’t do the really big thing, killing that guy.
Wedmore: You didn’t drop by her house and tell her you were the new fake psychic in town? That you got a thousand bucks out of Mr. Garfield before she did? And that made her boyfriend so angry, you cutting in on his girlfriend’s territory, that he attacked you? That there was a fight, and you knocked that bookshelf over on him?
Justin: Okay, that’s totally not-there was a fight, yeah, but not the way you’re laying it out.
Wedmore: You didn’t threaten her son if she gave you a hard time about it?
Justin: Threaten her-what?
Wedmore: Is that why there’s a picture of him on your phone? That you emailed to her. So she’d know you were watching him, and not turn you in?
Justin: This is totally-the kid asked me to take his picture.
Wedmore: I’ve got a couple of things in this box here I want to show you. Hang on… here we go. You ever seen this money before, Justin?
Justin: Where’s that from?
Wedmore: I’m asking, have you ever seen it.
Justin: It’s money. Money’s money. It all looks the same.
Wedmore: You notice the blood on the edge of some of the bills there?
Justin: Uh, yeah, I can see that. So?
Wedmore: We’ve saved out a couple of the bills and are having them tested, but we think that’s going to turn out to be Wendell Garfield’s blood.
Justin: Oh.
Wedmore: You know where we found this money, Justin?
Justin: I don’t know. If it’s Garfield’s blood, I guess you found that money on Keisha.
Wedmore: We found this money in your jacket, Justin.
Justin: Huh?
Wedmore: How do you think this money got into your jacket?
Justin: Seriously? She put it there. She must have. When I was out cold.
Wedmore: Yeah, I suppose that could have happened. I see your point. You were out for about ten minutes, the doctor said.
Justin: Yeah, well. There you go.
Wedmore: Do me a favor, Justin?
Justin: What?
Wedmore: Would you write your name on this piece of paper here?
Justin: What for?
Wedmore: Just humor me.
Justin: You going to tape it onto the end of some fake confession?
Wedmore: No, we’re not going to do that. Let me see if this pen has any ink… yeah, this one’ll do. Here you go.
Justin: You just want me to write my name?
Wedmore: First and last.
Justin: I don’t get this.
Wedmore: Justin…
Justin: Fine, fuck it. There you go. Three times.
Wedmore: Thank you. Is that the way you usually sign your name?
Justin: Yeah.
Wedmore: Hmm.
Justin: What?
Wedmore: Just asking. I have something else here I’d like to show you.
Justin: What?
Wedmore: I’ve got it in another evidence bag, although we found it tucked in with the cash. Okay, here it is. You recognize this, Justin?
Justin: What the… it’s a check.
Wedmore: That’s right. You see whose account this check is drawn on?
Justin: Garfield. Wendell Garfield.
Wedmore: For five hundred and eighty dollars.
Justin: Yeah.
Wedmore: And you see there’s also some blood on the edge of the check. We’ll have to do a test to see whose blood it is, but like with the money, we have a pretty good idea.
Justin: Okay.
Wedmore: And I guess you’ve noticed the other interesting thing. The most interesting thing of all.
Justin: That doesn’t make any sense to me.
Wedmore: You see who the check is made out to, don’t you, Justin?
Justin: I don’t know. I can barely read it.
Wedmore: Oh, come on now. What’s it say?
Justin: It sort of looks like my name.
Wedmore: That’s right. You notice that the handwriting doesn’t match? How Mr. Garfield’s handwriting is totally different from your name there?
Justin: I see that.
Wedmore: What I figure is, Mr. Garfield wrote the check, but left blank who it was to be made out to. Some people, they’ll just make it to Cash, or fill in their name themselves. Is that what you did?
Justin: I didn’t write my name there.
Wedmore: You didn’t?
Justin: No way.
