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by James Sheehan


  Luis didn’t know what to say. This was what he’d been hoping for for so long. This was a dream he’d thought would never come true. Tears filled his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from crying. Once he started, it was like a dam bursting. Benny went over to console him. The guards at the window took notice of the contact. Benny put up his hand to let them know everything was okay. He held his father until he had no more tears left.

  53

  Back in his office in Bass Creek the next day, Jack called Mike McDermott, a civil trial lawyer in the city and an old high school buddy, to get the lowdown on Langford Middleton. He had to take some good old-fashioned ribbing before he got what he needed.

  “Is this the famous Jack Tobin? The one who’s all over the newspapers in New York City? Would it be possible for me to get an autograph at some time?”

  “You play your cards right, Mike, and I’ll see what I can do. Have your people call my people. We’ll do lunch and all that stuff. How are you doing?”

  “Good, Jack. I’m not so sure about you, though. That’s a tough case you’ve got.”

  “I hear you. As a matter of fact, that’s why I’m calling. I wanted to get the straight poop on Langford Middleton.”

  “The worst judge you could get, bar none. He just can’t make a decision. I’m actually surprised you’ve gotten this far. He refuses to try most cases. He pressures the lawyers into settling.”

  “I’ve heard that about him from the public defender, but that’s not the way he’s been handling this case.”

  “That’s because he’s getting pressure. The wife of one of our associates is an assistant DA, and she says the DA himself went to see Middleton. The DA told Middleton if he even thought about continuing the case he’d go after him. I hear the Judicial Qualifications Commission is looking at Middleton too because of the complaints they’ve been getting. That’s one of the reasons they transferred him to criminal.”

  “That’s why he won’t even think about a continuance. Well, at least we’re getting a trial. How would you propose that I handle him during the trial?”

  “I’m not sure. Like I said, Jack, nobody has had much experience trying cases with the son-of-a-bitch. I know he’s sensitive about being appealed, so you may want to imply at every step of the way that you’re going to appeal his rulings. That’s a backhanded way of putting more pressure on him.”

  “What about his ego? Does he like to be stroked?”

  “He’s a really bright guy. He’s a little arrogant too. If you can appeal to his intellect you might win him over on a point. The biggest problem you have, as I already mentioned, is the son-of-a-bitch won’t make a decision. How in the hell do we get judges who can’t make decisions? That’s their job, for Christ’s sake.”

  Jack didn’t have an answer for that one. He thanked Mike for his advice, and the two men agreed to meet for lunch soon.

  “Oh, one other thing, Jack,” Mike added. “My office is a stone’s throw from the courthouse. Why don’t you come down here sometime before the trial starts, and we’ll get you a security clearance and a key and you can work out of here. I’ve got an extra office, a copier, fax, telephone-whatever you need. You can come and go at any time, day or night.”

  It was a detail Jack had not thought much about. He needed a place to work from, and Mike’s office would be perfect.

  “Mike, I’m definitely going to take you up on that offer. Thanks again.”

  54

  Jack had returned from San Francisco on Tuesday but didn’t call Molly and didn’t show up for breakfast at the Pelican the next morning, Molly’s last day in town. He assured himself that Henry’s remarks had nothing to do with his decision. He just wanted to slow things down a little. Molly had left a note for him with Hannah, and it included her address and telephone number. Please call me when you’re in New York, she wrote.

  An envelope had been waiting for Jack when he arrived home, mailed from New York but with no return address. He’d opened it right away. It was Sal Paglia’s autopsy report, complete with gruesome photographs of Sal, his face bloodied, an exit wound in his forehead and two holes in his chest. Somebody is going to great lengths to scare me out of this case, Jack told himself. But it’s not going to work.

  He called Henry right away and told him about the package. Henry agreed with his assessment. “They’re putting the heat on you, Jack. They’re asking you if you want to end up in a pool of blood like Sal.”

  “Who are ‘they,’ Henry?”

  “Good question: I have no idea, but I’m working on it. Listen, I know I got you into this, so hear me out. I wanted Benny to have a good lawyer, something I didn’t have. It shouldn’t mean your life, though-especially since he’s probably guilty. Jack, you should seriously consider dropping out.”

  “That’s not going to happen, Henry, and don’t mention it again.”

  “That’s what I thought you’d say. No, that’s what I knew you’d say. I had to bring it up, Jack. You understand.”

  “Yeah, I do. Now let me bring something up. It’s your job to protect me, so don’t screw up.”

  On Thursday afternoon, a week and a half before trial and just a few days before they were off to New York for the duration, Henry and Jack decided to take a break and do a little fishing. They anchored out on the big lake. Henry was lounging in a chair at the back of the Sea Ray with a fishing pole in his hand while Jack was in the galley making some Cuban sandwiches for lunch.

  “So did you talk to Charlie about someone trying to kill you?” Henry asked.

  “Yeah, I did. She’s in, no matter what the risk. You know Charlie-nothing or nobody is going to scare her away.”

  “That’s what I figured. Have you found a place to hide her?”

  “I think so. Some friends of mine have a lake house in Virginia that’s always vacant. They said I could use it.” Jack brought the sandwiches out along with two beers from the cooler and sat in the chair next to Henry. The sky was cloudless and the temperature was close to perfect. They hadn’t had a fish on the line all day, but neither man cared.

  Henry took a swig of his beer. “Have you thought about how to get her to Virginia undetected?”

  “Not really. Who would follow her if I haven’t disclosed her as my expert yet?”

  “You know, I’ve been thinking about that since you first mentioned using Charlie as your expert. They could be watching the apartment. Obviously they know that’s where you stayed, since that’s where they tried to kill you. We’ve got to assume they know you and Charlie are friends. She’s a CPA. You need a financial expert. Are you starting to get the picture yet?”

  “Oh my God, you’re right! I didn’t think about that. Has she been in danger this whole time?”

  “Probably not. If they kill her too early you can just get another expert. They’ll probably wait until she and the documents are together in one place-kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

  “When did you become so damned smart, Henry?”

  “I know how criminals think. Why don’t you let me take care of getting Charlie out of town?”

  “All right.”

  “She can’t stay alone, you know.”

  Jack stood up, grabbed his pole, and reeled in, then cast the line back into the calm waters of the big lake and sat down again next to Henry.

  “Yeah, I’ve thought about that,” he said. “I’ve got somebody in mind, so I’ll take care of that part.”

  “Why don’t you call her tonight and let her know I’ll be contacting her?”

  “All right.”

  “Have you made any arrangements for the transfer of the documents?” Henry asked.

  “I talked to Sam Mendelsohn, the attorney for the estate, yesterday. Get this: they’re bringing the documents in by truck-that’s how many there are-and they’re going to park the truck in a secure warehouse downtown late Sunday night. I’m going to meet him at the warehouse. Monday morning we can remove the items from the truck
and transport them however we want to wherever we want.”

  “What about the telephone records?”

  “They’re going to be on the truck as well. The lawyers are working together.”

  “I’ll bet they are,” Henry replied. “Listen, let me make arrangements for the unloading and loading.”

  “Sure,” Jack replied.

  “By the way, we’re going to be staying in Harlem.”

  “Why can’t we just stay at Charlie’s apartment?”

  “That’s where they tried to kill you last time, if you recall. I’m not sure, but I doubt that the people who are trying to kill you know anything about Harlem.”

  That evening Jack drove to the other side of the lake to visit his friends Joaquin and Maria Sanchez. They lived on a little inlet off the lake and were sitting out on their lanai looking out over the water when Jack arrived. Jack always experienced a brief bout of melancholy when visiting Joaquin and Maria. He and Pat and Joaquin and Maria were married together in a double wedding. Joaquin and Maria’s happiness brought home to him in a unique, personal way the depth of his loss. They knew it too and refrained from any displays of affection when Jack was around. Pat’s death was an event still too close to everyone’s hearts.

  Joaquin brought Jack a beer without asking and set up another chair on the lanai. Jack didn’t waste any time getting to the reason for his visit.

  “Joaquin, I’ve got to hide a witness in Virginia and I need a bodyguard to watch her. Are you interested?”

  “Whereabouts in Virginia?” Joaquin asked.

  “I’m not sure of the town. It’s up in the mountains on a freshwater lake.”

  Joaquin was a retired homicide detective and, like so many of his colleagues, still kept up with the major murder stories across the country. He knew all about Benny Avrile’s case and who was representing him. “How long is the job and when does it start?”

  “It starts next week-Sunday, to be exact. It will probably be for two weeks, three at the max. You’ll be paid for three no matter what, and the cabin is yours for three weeks and longer if you want to get some fishing in afterward. You just tell me what you require for a salary.”

  “Give me some more specifics, Jack.”

  “I’ve got an accountant who’s going to be reviewing some records for me and testifying. If they find out where she is they may try to kill her.”

  “Who’s ‘they’?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “The State of New York is on the other side of your case.”

  “I know, but somebody has already tried to kill me, Joaquin. I can’t take any chances with this witness. She was Pat’s best friend.”

  Joaquin looked at Maria. “What do you think, honey?”

  “I’d feel much safer if you had backup,” she told him.

  “I could call Dick.” Joaquin was referring to his old partner in Homicide, Dick Radek.

  “That’s fine with me,” Jack said. “I was going to give him a call after I talked to you two anyway.”

  “Let me call him,” Joaquin offered. “He’ll have a hard time refusing me. I’ll call you tomorrow and give you a final decision.”

  “Thanks, Joaquin. And thank you, Maria.”

  On Saturday afternoon at three o’clock, Dorothy Pierce, a tall, husky black woman in her early sixties, knocked on Charlene Pope’s door.

  “Who is it?” Charlie asked without opening the door. “Ms. Pope?”

  “Yes?”

  “Ms. Pope, my name is Dorothy Pierce and I’m Henry Wilson’s aunt. You may have heard him talk about me-at least, I hope you have. Anyway, I have a message for you from Henry.”

  Charlie immediately opened the door. “Hi, Dorothy,” she said. “Come on in. It’s so nice to meet you. Henry did indeed talk about you.”

  Dorothy smiled politely but seemed a little distracted. “Thank you, but I can’t come in. Could you step into the hallway for a moment?”

  It was an unusual request, but Charlie went along with it and stepped into the hallway.

  “Close the door,” Dorothy whispered. Charlie closed the door. “My nephew is worried about bugs. I think he’s been watching too many spy movies. Of course, I haven’t been where he’s been. Anyway, he wanted me to give you a message. Two black men are going to knock on your door at two in the morning. Their names are Calvin and Mohammed and they won’t be saying anything to you. You’re simply supposed to go with them. Henry says you can trust these men. Don’t pack. If you have a dark running outfit or something, you may want to put that on. Don’t turn any lights on before you leave. Just walk out the door. Someone will be waiting for you where you’re going and will take care of your wardrobe and your other needs when you get there. Any questions?”

  “Where am I going?”

  “I don’t know, and I don’t think Henry wants you to know either. It’s better that way. Of course you’re to say nothing to anybody about this.”

  For the first time Charlie was starting to realize that she might be in some real danger. “But my dog. I’ve got to get somebody to take care of my dog. And I’ve got to tell my mother I’m going out of town.”

  Dorothy thought about it for a moment.

  “Can your mother watch your dog?” she asked.

  “Sure. She does it all the time when I go to Florida.”

  “Leave me a key,” Dorothy told her. “And write down your mother’s address. I’ll take your dog over myself tomorrow, and I’ll explain to your mother that you had to go out of town and you’ll call her next week. Anything else you can think of?”

  Charlie was bewildered. “I guess not,” she replied.

  Dorothy handed her a piece of paper. “Before I forget-if you want to talk to Jack, call this number. Don’t use your phone for anything. Somebody will give you a phone to use. Okay?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Okay. I’ll wait here while you get me your mother’s address. Why don’t I meet the dog while I’m waiting?”

  “Sure,” Charlie replied again and disappeared back into her apartment.

  55

  Dorothy Pierce lived in a tenement on 127th Street off Lenox Avenue. The building was old, the hallway was dirty and dingy, and the neighborhood was nothing to write home about. Dorothy’s three-bedroom apartment was contrastingly neat, nicely decorated, and very clean. It reminded Jack-who had arrived there with Henry on Saturday evening-of Frankie O’Connor’s old place on Ninety-sixth and Lexington.

  Dorothy’s children were all grown, but her sixteen-year-old grandson William was living with her. So Jack and Henry had to share a room.

  Their bedroom was narrow; the two single beds barely fit side by side with a little space between them. There was a dresser with four drawers, which gave them two drawers apiece. Jack had to hang his suits up in the hall closet. Any room became small when Henry walked into it. This particular one felt like a closet to Jack.

  “You and I are getting too close,” he said to Henry that first night as they tried to work their way around each other and get into bed.

  “All I’ve got to say is, you better not snore,” Henry shot back.

  When they first arrived at Dorothy’s, there was a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties standing outside the building. He seemed to be guarding the place. He stood on the stoop mostly and walked up the stairs every fifteen minutes or so. Dorothy’s apartment was on the second floor. Another young man was inside the apartment. Henry had simply introduced him as George. He was watching television when Henry and Jack went to bed.

  “You’re not going to try and convince me that those two guys are just kids living in the building looking for a little extra money, are you?” Jack asked Henry when they were in their respective beds with the light turned out.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I can tell they’re both packing. I didn’t see the guns but I know they’re there.”

  “Jack, you’re on a need-to-know basis.”

  “What does that me
an?”

  “That means I’m not going to tell you everything unless you need to know it.”

  “It seems like you have an army up here, Henry. And I thought you lived in Florida.”

  “My cousin Jermaine, Dorothy’s son, is a businessman. He loaned me a few of his employees.”

  “Are some of his employees the ones who are escorting Charlie to Virginia?”

  “As a matter of fact, they are.”

  “That’s at least four people. You don’t know Jermaine that well. I’m sure he’s not doing this for free.”

  “Maybe not. That’s my business, Jack. Remember, I’m the one who got you into this case. I want to make sure I get you and Charlie out in one piece.”

  “We want to do things the right way though, Henry.”

  “Is that right? Are the people on the other side-the law-and-order side, the side of justice in your eyes-are they doing things the right way? Jack, you do what you do best and leave the rest to me. Trust me. I’m going to stay on the right side of things.”

  Aunt Dorothy gave Jack some more advice at breakfast the next morning. William was sitting at the table with Henry and Jack. Dorothy was at the stove making pancakes.

  “You’re all right during the day. There are enough white folks up here now it’s not too unusual. You don’t wanna be white and walkin’ around here late at night alone, though.” Henry and William both laughed at Dorothy’s bluntness.

  “I’m not kidding and you both know it. William, you’d better get off to school.”

  “Yes ma’am.” William finished off the last of his pancakes before standing up, grabbing his backpack, kissing his grandmother, and heading out the door. “Good-bye, Uncle Henry. Good-bye, Jack.”

  “See you, William. Have a good day,” Henry answered. Jack just waved. His mouth was full.

  After William left, Henry handed Jack a cell phone and a piece of paper with a telephone number written on it. “Use this phone,” he told him. “If Charlie needs you she’s going to call on this phone. If you’re downtown late and I’m not with you, call and let somebody know when you’re on your way home. Don’t take the subway-take a cab right to the door. This neighborhood can be dangerous for you for a lot of reasons. And by the way, Charlie has arrived in Virginia safe and sound.”

 

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