Zak floated down to earth. “What?”
“You heard me. No more bombs. You may think you’re striking great blows for freedom and liberty, but you’re not. Every time you resort to violence, you set your cause back. Violence never solves anything in the long run. It might bury problems, but it doesn’t solve them.”
“You’re wrong, man. We have to be strong.”
“Then
“Those bastards out there don’t listen to reason.”
“Zak, if you keep setting bombs, eventually you’re going to kill someone. Even if Allen tampered with the bomb that killed Gardiner, the fact remains that you created the instrumentality of murder. If you keep at this, someone else will die. Maybe it’ll be an accident, but the poor schmuck caught in the explosion will be just as dead.”
Zak grimaced. “Anything else, Mom?”
“Well, yeah, since you asked. You could stop being such a pig with women.”
“What are you, some kind of feminist?”
“I don’t have to be a feminist to see that you’ve been a total jerk, taking advantage of others, thinking only of yourself. That’s no way to treat anyone, man or woman.”
“Jeez. My lawyer, Jiminy Cricket.”
“Yeah, well, you asked.” Ben folded his arms. “Anyway, the work’s done. You’ll be free soon. So do me a favor and don’t get arrested for murder again, okay?”
Zak smiled. “Deal.” He laughed. “So how did the jury take it? They were probably pissed.”
Ben shook his head. “I don’t think so. If anything, they were relieved. No one enjoys deliberating on a capital charge. And particularly given the circumstances-I expect they felt they had been prevented by a hairbreadth from making a horrible mistake.”
“So you think they were going to convict?”
Ben looked at him levelly. “After that stunt you pulled up on the stand? How could they not?”
“Hmm. Guess you’re right.”
“Speaking of which,” Ben said, pressing against the cell door. “Care to explain that little travesty to me?”
Zak turned his head. “I … don’t think I can.”
“Zak, look at me.
“Like … don’t get thrown in jail in small towns?”
“No, you idiot. Like, it’s always best to tell your lawyer the truth. Think about it. You lied about the Sasquatch suit, and that was the first major strike against us. You lied about the bomb, and that was the second major blow. And you lied about Gardiner’s wife, and that nearly crucified us! So for once, just once in your stupid life, would you tell me the truth?”
“I don’t know … I’m gonna have to think about it.”
“Zak, let me do the thinking, okay? Frankly, it isn’t exactly your specialty.” Ben reached through the bars, grabbed Zak’s shirt, and yanked him against the door. “Tell me what happened. Now.”
Chapter 75
Granny’s office hadn’t changed much, Ben observed, and neither had she. The office was still a mess; if anything, there were even more stacks of files and even more crumpled fast-food wrappers than before. She was on the phone, apparently giving an interview. No, she didn’t consider the new revelations about the Gardiner murder a personal setback. She believed the whole town, including hard-working civic servants like herself, had been manipulated by a self-serving cadre of drug pushers, environmental fanatics, and lawyers, all working in concert to thwart justice. To the contrary, it was a testament to the zealous and unflagging efforts of her office that they were finally able to uncover the truth.
Ben had to smile. As if she had had anything to do with it.
When she was finally finished, she hung up the phone. “Why are you here, Kincaid? Just come to gloat?”
“No, I wanted to talk with you.”
“Yeah? Well, the feeling isn’t mutual.”
“It’s very important.”
Granny glanced at the clock on the wall. “I can give you five minutes. Assuming I don’t get bored first.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” Ben reached into his briefcase. “Your first ethical violation, in my opinion, was when you produced important documents buried in a sea of extraneous paper-all printed in red ink.”
She waved him away. “I later corrected that … inadvertent error.”
“On the eve of trial, yes. But it unquestionably compromised my defense.”
Granny made a great show of yawning. “Sorry, Kincaid, but you’re not beating the boredom test.”
“Your second ethical violation was the suppression-even destruction-of exculpatory evidence. That’s more than just an ethical violation-that’s a criminal offense. Obstruction of justice. You had a whole file on Alberto Vincenzo, and you knew-or thought, anyway-it was relevant to the Gardiner case. But you didn’t produce it.”
“What file? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know you had it.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
“I can’t.”
Granny settled back in her chair. “Anything else, Kincaid?”
“Your third ethical violation was bribing Marco Geppi to fabricate a false jail-cell conversation to hang Zak. That’s more than just an ethical violation, too. That’s suborning perjury.”
She fluttered her eyes. “And you can’t prove that either, right?”
“We’re looking for Geppi. But he blew town and crawled back into the woodwork as soon as you released him. As I’m sure you anticipated he would.”
“Time’s almost up, Kincaid.”
“And your fourth and most heinous ethical violation was when you blackmailed Zak into tanking on the witness stand. You’ve done some pretty evil things, Granny, but screwing with the testimony of a man on trial for his life-that’s just beyond the pale.”
“Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You will. Zak told me all about it.”
“The embittered defendant and his attorney try to strike back against the prosecutor. It’s all too trite. No one will believe it.”
“I think you’re wrong.”
“Who knows this town, Kincaid? You or me?”
“I still think that when-”
“It’s hopeless. You have no proof.”
“I will.” Ben leaned forward. “You see, now that Zak doesn’t have a murder charge hanging over his head, he’s going to talk about how you tried to blackmail him into silence. In detail. He’ll tell everyone-locals, Feds. He’ll go on television if he has to. And eventually we’ll find someone who knows something. Maybe the deputy who admitted you to the jailhouse. Maybe another prisoner who overheard something. Maybe Geppi will reappear. If Zak makes a big enough fuss, something will shake out.”
“He’d better not.” Granny sprang forward like a panther. “You tell that little prick that if he opens his mouth, his sister’s ass is grass. I wasn’t kidding around with him. She won’t see the sun for ten years!”
“Thank you very much.” Ben pulled his hand out of his coat pocket to reveal a tiny Sony tape recorder. “I agree that I would’ve had a hard time making the charges stick just based on Zak’s word. But your confession might do the trick.”
Granny’s eyes went wide. Her face was a vivid red. “Confession? I didn’t confess-”
Ben smiled, then rose to his feet. “We’ll let the U.S. Attorney decide about that, okay?”
