by Parnell Hall
Steve looked at her, grinned. “Tracy, I’m not saying you’re wrong, but what the hell has all this got to do with the gun?”
“It’s got everything to do with it. You’re happy now. Why? Because you’re about to switch guns and be the bad boy again.”
“That’s very interesting, Tracy. But as it happens, no one has asked for this gun. So I’m not switching it with anything. I’m merely locking it up in the safe.”
“In which there happens to be an identical gun, which happens to have fired the bullets you have there on your desk.”
“Well, isn’t that a coincidence?”
“I know it’s been some time,” Tracy said, “but aren’t there also duplicates of those bullets in your safe?”
“You could be right.”
“In addition to the third test bullet, fired from the gun Mark bought. The gun you carved the R in the handle and filed the serial number off of. The gun you gave to Timberlaine.” Tracy pointed to the gun on the desk. “The gun that is presumably that gun.”
“‘Presumably’ is well advised, Tracy,” Steve said. “After all, we have only Timberlaine’s word for the fact that he did switch guns.”
“Imagine if he didn’t,” Tracy said.
“Yeah? What then?” Steve said.
“Well, in that case,” Tracy said, “this gun is the gun Timberlaine bought. And the bullets from it won’t match anything. Not the bullets in court. Not the bullets in your test tubes. Nothing.
“In that case, the gun in court, the murder weapon, will be Mark Taylor’s gun. In which case, you would have a test bullet in your safe that would match absolutely with the fatal bullet, which was fired before the gun barrel was altered.”
“Right,” Steve said. “Unless Timberlaine switched guns on me before he came to my office.”
“There’s always that,” Tracy said.
“If so, what’s the situation then?”
“Well, then we have two more possibilities. One, when Timberlaine left the office he switched guns again. Or at least thought he did, since he didn’t know you’d switched guns with the one Mark Taylor bought. Anyway, in that case he’d switch guns again, switching Mark Taylor’s gun with the gun he originally found substituted. In that case, this gun, the gun he put in the safe-deposit box, would be Mark Taylor’s gun, and the gun in court would be the gun he originally found, from which you had never fired any test bullets. The gun you had fired test bullets from, the gun in your safe, would then be the gun Timberlaine bought.
“Same thing if he didn’t switch guns again. I mean about the gun he bought being in the safe. As to the other guns, if he didn’t switch back, then this gun here is the gun he found. Which we can’t prove, because no test bullets were ever fired from it. And in that case, the gun in court, the murder weapon, is Mark Taylor’s gun, and the test bullets in your safe will match it.”
“Right,” Steve said. “So that covers all the eventualities.” He ticked them off. “One, Timberlaine brings me the actual gun he found. I switch it for Taylor’s gun. Timberlaine switches it for the gun he bought. The gun he bought is the murder weapon in court, Taylor’s gun goes into the safe-deposit box and is therefore the gun on my desk, and the gun he found is the one in my safe.
“Two, Timberlaine brings me the gun he found, I switch it for Taylor’s gun, he doesn’t switch it, in which case Taylor’s gun is the murder weapon, and the gun he bought is this one and the gun he found is in my safe.
“Three, Timberlaine switches guns before and after coming to my office. In that case I have the gun he bought in my safe, he had Mark Taylor’s gun in his safe-deposit box, and the gun he found is the murder weapon.
“And four, Timberlaine switches guns only before coming to my office. I have the gun he bought in my safe, Mark Taylor’s gun is the murder weapon, and this is the gun he found substituted.”
Tracy exhaled, shook her head.
“Yeah,” Steve said. “Through all that, there is only one constant.”
“What’s that?”
He pointed to the bullets on the desk. “This bullet. The one marked RT-SUB. Whatever gun Timberlaine may have brought me, either the gun he bought or the gun he found substituted, whatever gun that was, this bullet came from it. That we know for sure. This bullet came from it, and therefore had absolutely nothing to do with the murder. Absolutely nothing to do with any of the exhibits in court. Because the gun it came from-whichever gun it is-is in my safe, and has been ever since Timberlaine first came to my office.”
Steve pointed. “So this bullet-which Vaulding has made such a big deal of and which I’ve been ordered to produce in court-is the one thing in this case that is utterly meaningless and has nothing to do with anything.”
Steve smiled. “So you talk about me being happy. If it weren’t for Timberlaine pressing me to turn over the gun, turning over these bullets would be an absolute pleasure. Because Vaulding’s going to choke on ’em. He’s gonna compare ’em and come up empty. Be left with egg on his face. And it will be all his own doing.”
“I can see you’re crying all over.”
Steve shrugged. “Hey, those are the breaks.”
There came a crash of the outer office door flying open and Mark Taylor burst into the room, wide-eyed and breathing hard.
“Shit’s hit the fan!” he gasped out.
“What the hell?” Steve said.
Taylor held up his hand, waved it while he caught his breath. “I just got a call. That reporter.”
Steve’s mouth dropped open. “Vaulding held another press conference?”
Taylor waved his hand. “No, no. Not him. Timberlaine.”
“Oh, good lord.”
“Right. He spilled the beans.”
“About what?”
“Everything. You name it, he said it. About testing the bullets. About buying the gun. Once he got started he just couldn’t stop.”
“Shit. What, specifically, did he say?”
“Well, first he confirms everything Walcott said. About finding the gun and bringing it to you and having the bullets tested. Then he confirms everything that other witness said. About buyin’ the other gun.”
“And grinding the number off and carving an R in the handle?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Hey, I don’t make the news, I just bring it.”
“Yeah, I know,” Steve said. “But what else? Did he say he switched guns and put the one I tested in a safe-deposit box?”
“Oh, sure.”
“Did he say he wrote me out a power of attorney and told me to get it?”
“Yeah. The way I hear it, he was really worked up over that.”
“Shit,” Steve said. “Then we haven’t much time.”
Taylor frowned. “Time? Time for what? I don’t want to-Say! Is that my gun?”
“Is what your gun? Oh, good lord!”
There came a sound from the outer office.
Steve whirled around as if at a gunshot, lowered his voice and barked out orders. “Someone’s here. Tracy, get out there and stall him. Mark, go with her, but whoever it is, just keep on going. If it’s the papers, no comment. If it’s the cops, same deal; if they hold you, I’ll be there. Now go.”
Taylor turned, found Tracy was already out the door before Steve had finished. He hurried after her into the outer office, closing the door behind him.
The moment the door was closed, Steve whirled and grabbed the gun and the bullets. He rushed to the safe. Felt a moment of panic when he realized he didn’t have the combination. Then he remembered where Tracy had left it written down for him. He jerked open the drawer of his desk, looked up the combination, spun the dial. He jerked open the safe, thrust the gun and bullets in, slammed the door and spun the dial again.
Steve straightened up and hurried away from the safe, expecting the door to burst open at any moment. It didn’t. He crossed to the door, pulled it open.
The outer office was not, as he’d
feared, full of cops. A lone man in a suit and tie stood next to Tracy’s desk.
The man turned to face him. “Steve Winslow?”
“Yes.”
The man thrust a paper into his hands. “Subpoena duces tecum. You’re a lawyer, you know the drill. It’s all in there. Don’t blame me, I’m just doing my job.”
The man nodded to Steve, nodded to Tracy and walked out.
“What do you make of that?” Tracy said.
Steve held his finger to his lips, pointed to the door.
Tracy got up from her desk, went to the door, opened it and looked out. “No, he’s gone,” she said. “A process server, just like he said. So what is it?”
“Just what I thought it would be. The natural consequence of Timberlaine’s interview. A subpoena duces tecum, ordering me to produce the gun in court.”
“Then why are you grinning?”
“Because of the wording.”
“What about it?”
“Listen to this,” Steve said. He read, “‘… hereby ordered to produce the gun described by your client, Russ Timberlaine, to wit, the Colt.45 revolver with the serial number ground off and the initial R carved in the handle, given to you by him for the express purpose of testing and identifying bullets from said gun.’”
“Son of a bitch,” Tracy said.
“Do you get it?”
“Yeah, I get it. But in legal terms, what does it mean?”
“Legal terms, hell,” Steve said. “What it means is I’m off the hook. In terms of switching guns, I mean. It’s the best of all possible worlds. He doesn’t ask for the gun from the safe-deposit box, he asks for the gun Timberlaine gave me to check. And do you know what that means?” Steve grinned and pointed to the subpoena. “Vaulding just switched guns.”
38
Judge Hendrick looked around the crowded courtroom, pursed his lips, cocked his head and said dryly, “Yesterday I began by remarking on the media coverage.”
That produced a roar of laughter from the spectators in the courtroom, who could not have missed the barrage of headlines such as, PISTOL PETE: TIMBERLAINE TALKS and PISTOL PETE: ANOTHER GUN, which assaulted their eyes on their way into the courthouse.
When the laughter had subsided, Judge Hendrick held up his hand. “Yes, I know, Mr. Vaulding. This is not of your doing. Let’s press on. This is the time Mr. Manning was to have returned to court having made a comparison of the two test bullets. Is he here?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Vaulding said.
“I assume he has made the comparison?”
“Yes, he has.”
“That’s good. Though recent matters would seem to have rendered the matter moot. Now, with regard to the other bullets. Mr. Winslow?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Yesterday you were ordered to produce the test bullets referred to in the testimony of the witness, Donald Walcott. Do you have those bullets with you?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Produce them please.”
Steve Winslow opened his briefcase and took out the two test tubes. “Here, Your Honor.”
Judge Hendrick motioned to a court officer to bring them to him. He picked them up, said, “Let the record show in response to my order the defense has produced two sealed tubes, each containing a single bullet. One is marked RT-ORIG, the other, RT-SUB.” He handed them back to the officer to give to the court reporter. “Let’s have these marked for identification as People’s Exhibits-what are we up to?”
“Five, Your Honor,” the court reporter said.
“O.K. Mark them People’s Exhibits Five-A and Five-B.” Judge Hendrick turned back to Steve Winslow. “Now then, as you, I, and everyone else in this courthouse-with the exception of the jurors, who have been instructed not to read the papers-are aware, last night Mr. Timberlaine made a statement. I understand as a result of that statement a subpoena duces tecum was served on the defense, asking them to produce a certain gun. Mr. Winslow, have you complied with that subpoena?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Do you have that gun in court?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Produce it, please.”
Steve Winslow reached into his briefcase and pulled out a gun.
“Fine,” Judge Hendrick said. “Let’s have the gun marked People’s Exhibit Six.”
When that had been done, Judge Hendrick said, “Fine. At this point the court is going to make another order. The court intends to keep this evidence straight, and the court intends to see that this evidence is presented in an orderly manner. Or as orderly as possible, considering the dramatic and unexpected developments in this trial. Above all, I intend to see that this evidence is preserved. Is Mr. Manning in the courtroom?”
“Here, Your Honor,” Manning said.
“Mr. Manning, we were to have had your testimony today regarding the two bullets the defense asked you to compare. In light of this new evidence, that can wait. I am therefore asking you to return one more time, tomorrow morning at ten o’clock, and to bring with you at that time the evidence you were to have given today.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“I also direct you to take this new evidence, People’s Exhibits Five-A and — B and People’s Exhibit Six, consisting of two bullets and one gun, and test them and compare them in every way possible to all of the ballistics exhibits present now in court.”
“Very well, Your Honor.”
“We will hear your testimony on this evidence tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. We will all hear it together. And for the first time. Do I make myself clear?”
Manning frowned. “I beg your pardon, Your Honor?”
“What I mean is, I do not want you communicating your findings to either the defense or the prosecution prior to your appearance tomorrow morning in court.”
“Oh, Your Honor,” Vaulding said.
“Sit down, Mr. Vaulding,” Judge Hendrick said. “Would you want to have Mr. Manning communicate with the defense?”
“Certainly not.”
“Well, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. We will have this evidence tomorrow morning in court. If I can’t control publicity one way, I’ll control it another.
“And you, Mr. Manning. You will absolutely under no circumstances communicate any of your findings to the press. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Fine. I want a full report on all aspects of the evidence tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. I assume you have test bullets remaining from your original tests, so if you want to get started now, you are free to go. I will send over the actual exhibits as soon as we adjourn.”
Vaulding frowned. “Are your preparing to proceed, Your Honor?”
“I am, Mr. Vaulding. I have no intention of adjourning court prematurely yet another time. I assume you have other witnesses to call?”
“I do, Your Honor. Only I had anticipated Mr. Manning’s testimony would take some time.”
“Well, it didn’t,” Judge Hendrick said dryly. “Are you prepared to proceed?”
Vaulding turned and conferred with a trial deputy, then turned back to the judge. “I have witnesses I can call, Your Honor.”
“Well, line them up. And bring in the jury.”
When the jury had been brought in, Judge Hendrick thanked them for their patience and informed them the testimony they expected to hear from Mr. Manning would be heard at a later time. He then turned back to Vaulding and said, “Call your next witness.”
“Call Henry Crumbly.”
As the portly gun collector took the stand, Timberlaine leaned over and whispered, “Why are they calling Hank?”
Steve Winslow gave him a look. As one might have expected, their pre-court conference had not been harmonious and Steve was not feeling entirely cordial. “Motivation,” he said shortly.
When the witness had been sworn in, Vaulding said, “Mr. Crumbly, are you familiar with the defendant, Russ Timberlaine?”
“Of
course.”
“How long have you known him?”
“Several years.”
“How is it that you know him?”
“We are both gun collectors. I believe my wife and I originally met him at an auction.”
“A gun auction?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Did you know the decedent, Jack Potter?”
“Yes, I did.”
“How did you know him?”
“He is a renowned expert in the field of guns. I have met him on several occasions in that capacity.”
“Including the weekend of his death?”
“Yes.”
“You were a guest at the Timberlaine mansion that weekend?”
“Yes, I was.”
“You saw Jack Potter at that time?”
“Yes, of course. He was the expert there for the auction.”
“Did you discuss guns with him that weekend?”
“Actually, I did.”
“Guns that were to be bid on at the auction?”
“That’s right.”
“Were you present at the auction?”
“Yes, I was.”
“Did you bid at the auction?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Tell me, did you make any bid on any gun at the auction that was somewhat out of the ordinary?”
Crumbly hesitated a moment. “Actually, yes, I did.”
“And what might that be?”
“I bid on a gun for Russ Timberlaine.”
“That’s what I was getting at, Mr. Crumbly. Could you tell us about that?”
“Well, that’s basically it. There was a gun Russ Timberlaine wanted. He suspected if Melvin Burdett knew he wanted the gun, Burdett would try to outbid him for it. So he asked me to bid for him.”
“He asked you to buy the gun for him?”
“At least to try to.”
“What instructions did he give you?”
“Simply to bid on the gun as if I were bidding on my own. Make every effort to purchase it, but not go over thirty thousand dollars.”
