“In United States v. Marin-Buitrago, the Federal Second Circuit stated, ‘Certain restrictions are placed on the execution of search warrants to ensure that probable cause, as well as veracity of the information in the affidavit, exists when the warrant is executed.’ And the Sixth Circuit held in United States v. Bowling that probable cause must exist when the warrant is issued and when it is executed. The court said that when new facts come to light, the officers have an obligation to inform the issuing magistrate of the change of circumstances.”
“Mr. Frederick,” Judge Chang said, “I’m very concerned that Detective Hotchkiss did not insist on telling Detective Nowicki that he had good reason to believe that one of Miss White’s statements was not true before the warrant was executed.”
“That was only one statement out of many. Miss White may have made a mistake about that one date.”
“That’s true, but Mr. Beatty was not home so there was no urgency to enter. Detective Nowicki could have phoned the issuing magistrate to see if this new information would change his mind about probable cause.”
“No one knew where Mr. Beatty was and when he would return. He could have been lying in wait inside the house.”
“Your Honor,” Amanda said, “if Mr. Beatty was inside no one would have been in danger if the entry wasn’t made, and the entry could still have been made if Mr. Beatty showed up before the warrant was executed if the magistrate told Detective Nowicki to go ahead after he’d been apprised of the lie in the affidavit.”
Larry Frederick started to say something, but Judge Chang held up his hand. “Give me a minute to think,” he said, and the attorneys sat down.
“What is he going to do?” Tom Beatty asked anxiously.
“I’m not sure,” Amanda answered. “I’ve made a good point but I could also argue the other side of the issue. It’s a close one. Judge Chang will have to throw out all of the state’s evidence if he rules for us. That’s a tough call in a murder case.”
“I’m going to suspend this hearing until next week so you and Miss Jaffe can brief this issue,” the judge said. “And I want Carol White in this courtroom when we resume.”
Amanda stood. “Your Honor, will you rule on my motion for bail in light of this change of circumstances concerning the validity of the search?”
“I’m not going to decide bail now,” the judge said. “But I will hear your bail motion when we reconvene to discuss the validity of the search.”
“What happened in there?” Larry Frederick asked Alan Hotchkiss and Greg Nowicki as soon as they were in Frederick’s office with the door shut tight.
“Greg came to me before he got the warrant,” Hotchkiss said. “He asked me if I wanted to be present when we searched Beatty’s house. I read the affidavit for the warrant for the first time on the way and I was almost at Beatty’s house when I saw the June sixth date. I didn’t get it at first. Then, just before we went in, I realized that White couldn’t have bought heroin from Beatty after dark on the evening of June sixth because he was in jail. I tried to tell Greg but he told me to wait because he was concentrating on the entry.”
“Is this going to screw up the arrest?” Nowicki asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had an issue like this so I’ll have to hit the law books.”
Then he looked at Nowicki. “What I do know is that we have to find Carol White.”
CHAPTER 15
Two days after Amanda and Larry Frederick submitted their briefs, Judge Chang’s secretary phoned Amanda and told her that the judge wanted her in his courtroom as soon as possible. This time there were not as many spectators but Amanda noticed Dale Masterson sitting on the last bench.
Tom Beatty was seated at the counsel table. Two guards were standing nearby. Alan Hotchkiss and Greg Nowicki were sitting at the other counsel table with Larry Frederick.
“What’s going on?” Beatty asked when Amanda sat beside him.
“I have no idea,” she answered just as the judge took the bench.
“Let the record show that we are in court in State v. Beatty. Mr. Beatty and Amanda Jaffe, his attorney, are, as are Deputy District Attorney Larry Frederick and Detectives Greg Nowicki and Alan Hotchkiss.
“Mr. Frederick, please tell Miss Jaffe what you told me roughly one half hour ago.”
“A dead woman was discovered under the Burnside Bridge yesterday morning. The woman has been identified. It’s Carol White.”
Amanda was stunned. “How did she die?”
“A heroin overdose.”
“Was she murdered?” Judge Chang asked.
When Frederick answered, he sounded subdued. “There was some bruising on her arms, but the medical examiner says she can’t say that Miss White was attacked. The first responders didn’t see anything unusual, either. The ME’s best guess is that she overdosed by mistake or committed suicide.”
“This doesn’t change anything, Your Honor,” Amanda said. “My motion to suppress doesn’t rely on Miss White’s testimony.”
“I agree,” Judge Chang said. “Mr. Frederick, I asked you to bring the detectives with you because I have some questions I want to ask Detective Nowicki.”
“Detective,” the judge said once Nowicki was sworn, “I am very troubled by this case, and I need your answers to several questions to assist me in reaching a decision. In the affidavit in support of the warrant, you state that Miss White told you that the defendant told her that he was getting his heroin from a drug ring that included men he’d served with in Afghanistan who’d developed ties with warlords when they were stationed there.”
“Yes.”
“Did you find any information that supported her statement?”
“No.”
“I assume you have agents in the Drug Enforcement Administration that you talk to about cases.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Did you ask any of them about Mr. Beatty and this alleged international drug ring?”
“I did, but they had no information about the defendant or the ring.”
“Miss Jaffe submitted a memo in support of her motion for bail in which she alleges that there is strong evidence that Mr. Beatty was set up. Is she correct that there was an absence of blood spatter at the crime scene?”
“That’s correct,” Nowicki answered reluctantly.
“That would be inconsistent with Miss Larson’s having been murdered on Mr. Beatty’s property?”
“Yes.”
“So Miss Larson was most probably killed elsewhere and brought to Mr. Beatty’s home after she was dead.”
“Yes.”
“And is there surveillance footage showing Mr. Beatty at the Masterson law firm on the evening you conducted the search?” the judge asked.
“Yes.”
“This supports Miss Jaffe’s contention that the real killer lured Mr. Beatty to his office so the killer could plant the heroin and the body in Mr. Beatty’s home.”
“He could have gone to the law firm to establish an alibi.”
“Miss Jaffe also alleges that her client’s fingerprints were not found on the wrappings of the heroin you discovered in his basement. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Wouldn’t that be odd if he was selling to a lot of people? Wouldn’t he have to take the heroin out of the wrapping and put it in a baggie or bindle?”
“Yes. But he could have worn gloves.”
“Did you find any paraphernalia in Mr. Beatty’s house that you would expect to find in the home of a drug dealer?”
“No.”
The judge shook his head. Then he looked at Larry Frederick.
“This case stinks to high heaven,” he said. “It smells of a setup.”
“Your Honor, we haven’t discovered any reason why anyone would want to frame the defendant. With all due respect, you’re overthinking this. We have witnesses who will testify that the defendant and Miss Larson quarreled a few days before she was killed. I believe that the defendant and Miss Larson were l
overs who argued, with fatal results.”
“If I may, Your Honor,” Amanda said.
“Yes, Miss Jaffe,” Judge Chang answered.
“Mr. Beatty and Miss Larson were never lovers, and I challenge Mr. Frederick to produce a single witness who will testify that they were involved romantically. They did quarrel shortly before Miss Larson was murdered, but the reason for the quarrel also explains why someone would have killed Miss Larson and framed Mr. Beatty.
“Miss Larson’s firm was trying to land a major client, but it was having financial problems. She suspected that someone in the firm was cooking the books to make its financial situation look better than it was. She told Mr. Beatty about her suspicions and asked him to help her uncover what was going on. He had just been arrested on the assault charge. He told Miss Larson he wouldn’t help her because he was afraid of losing his job, and she got upset. That’s why they argued. If Miss Larson was going to go public about financial fraud at the firm, there are several people who would have reason to want her out of the way. Several people knew about Mr. Beatty’s arrest for assault and Miss Larson and Mr. Beatty’s quarrel, so he would be the obvious scapegoat.”
Frederick laughed. “Miss Jaffe’s argument is preposterous. Masterson, Hamilton is one of the state’s most successful law firms. And the idea that they would murder a partner to cover up a problem with their books is ridiculous.”
“Can you tell me that you have a witness who supports your theory that Mr. Beatty and Miss Larson were lovers?” Judge Chang asked.
“No, Your Honor. But we do have witnesses to the quarrel.”
“Can these witnesses say why Mr. Beatty and Miss Larson quarreled?”
“No. They quarreled in Miss Larson’s office, so no one overheard what was said.”
The judge leaned back and closed his eyes. When he opened them he looked very disturbed.
“I wish some other judge had this case,” he said, “but I’m stuck with it and I have to do what I think is right. I’m granting Miss Jaffe’s motion to suppress. Carol White was a heroin addict with a pending case. She had every reason to lie to Detective Nowicki, and we know that she did lie about buying heroin from Mr. Beatty on at least one of the dates in the affidavit. Now she’s dead under suspicious circumstances and can’t be questioned under oath.
“Furthermore, we know for a fact that Detective Hotchkiss knew that there was a serious problem with the affidavit before the search was executed. Once he realized that there might be a problem with probable cause, he had a duty to tell Detective Nowicki about the problem.
“Now, I appreciate the fact that there was great pressure on the search team to make certain that all of the officers were safe, so talking about the affidavit right before the entry may have been a problem. But once the officers were safely inside and before the house was searched, Detective Hotchkiss should have told Detective Nowicki about the problem with the dates. Detective Nowicki could have called the issuing magistrate and explained the changed circumstances.”
“Your Honor . . . ,” Larry Frederick started, but the judge waved him off.
“I’m very troubled by the facts in this case, Mr. Frederick. I find Miss White’s death especially troubling. I assume your office will appeal my decision. While the case is on appeal you will have time to investigate further. If you submit new arguments or evidence, I’ll consider them and make them part of the record. But, right now, my mind is made up. Believe me, I’ve given my decision a lot of thought, and I feel that this is the appropriate decision given these circumstances.”
“Your Honor,” Amanda said, “will you reconsider my motion for bail?”
“Yes, I’m going to grant bail with certain conditions while the case goes up to a higher court.”
When Amanda walked out of Judge Chang’s courtroom, she noticed that Dale Masterson had already left. Alan Hotchkiss was talking to Greg Nowicki in the hall.
“Thanks for helping Alan and me keep our jobs,” Nowicki said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Amanda looked puzzled.
“Every time you put a killer back on the street, we get repeat business.”
“Tom is innocent. If you could step back from this case you’d see that he was framed.”
“Hey, I believe you. In fact, every guy I ever sent down was framed, so the odds are in Beatty’s favor.”
“You should be looking at someone in Christine’s firm,” Amanda said. “If they were cooking the books, one of the partners would have an excellent motive to silence Christine. If Tom is innocent, someone else is guilty. It’s not my job to solve your case for you, but you’ll never get Christine’s murderer if you stop looking.”
The fourteen-story Stockman Building had been erected in the center of downtown Portland shortly after World War I in an era when architects could afford to add gargoyles and cherubs and ornate scrollwork to a facade. The law firm of Jaffe, Katz, Lehane and Brindisi leased the eighth floor and Frank Jaffe’s spacious office took up one of the corners. Frank was a dinosaur. One of his few concessions to the twenty-first century was the computer that sat on a corner of a partner’s desk he’d picked up at an auction shortly before he started his law practice. The office was decorated with antiques, Currier & Ives prints, and a nineteenth-century oil of the Columbia Gorge.
Amanda’s father was a big man with a ruddy complexion and a full head of curly hair that had once been black but was now mostly gray. His nose had been broken more than once in his youth and he looked more like the gangsters he represented than one of Oregon’s top criminal defense attorneys. When Amanda walked into his office, Frank looked up from the police report he was reading and smiled. Then he stopped smiling when he saw how glum his daughter looked.
“Judge Chang denied the motion?” Frank asked.
Amanda dropped into the client chair across from Frank. “No, I won.”
“You don’t look like a lawyer who’s just saved a client from the gallows.”
“Remember I told you why I thought I had a shot at winning the motion?”
“The affiant lied about buying dope from your client on one of the dates in the affidavit,” Frank answered.
“She’s dead—a heroin overdose. The ME can’t say whether or not she was murdered, but she was a junkie for a long time and . . .” Amanda shook her head. “It’s just suspicious, especially given all the evidence that suggests Tom was set up.”
“I can see why you’re upset, but the affiant’s death is a problem for the police. Your job was saving Tom Beatty’s life, and you did that.”
“That’s what’s really troubling me, Dad. If Tom didn’t murder Christine Larson, someone else did. And if that person went to all this trouble to frame Tom, they really wanted him out of the way. But he’s not now—he’s out of jail. And that means he could be in danger.”
CHAPTER 16
Dale Masterson felt uneasy during the drive to Reginald Kiner’s cabin. There was nothing unusual about that. He always felt on edge when he met with RENCO Oil’s head of security. He also felt weird when he used Kiner’s first name. “Reginald” was a name for a butler or Harvard preppy, not for a man who ordered the death or torture of people without a qualm.
Mark Hamilton, Masterson’s law partner, didn’t appear the least bit nervous, but then Mark wasn’t normal. That’s probably why he got on so well with Kiner. If you didn’t know Mark well you would never guess that he was a sociopath who would lie and deceive without any regrets. Mark was generally regarded as one of Oregon’s top corporate attorneys and a great guy. His appearance was not threatening. To the contrary, he was short, balding, a little overweight, and had a great smile. Mark could tell the funniest jokes and was sought after as a golf partner. People trusted him right up to the point where the knife slipped in, and sometimes afterward.
Mark had met Kiner many years ago when Kiner was a young officer working narcotics for the Portland Police Bureau and Mark was paying his law school tuition with money he earned selling drug
s. Kiner had busted Mark, then let him slide after accepting a payoff. This mutually agreeable relationship continued until Kiner left the police force and started working in the private sector for RENCO Oil, where he was the current director of the company’s security division.
The two men renewed their business relationship while Mark was defending a lawsuit for the then-fledgling firm of Masterson, Hamilton. A win would make the firm’s reputation, but one recalcitrant witness was threatening to cost the firm millions. As an executive at RENCO Oil, Kiner was respectable enough to have a membership at The Westmont, Portland’s most exclusive country club, where Mark was also a member. Mark had mentioned the problem he was having with his case during a round of golf. Kiner had told Mark that he could solve his problem. RENCO operated in some of the scariest areas of the globe and had to use individuals with certain skill sets to solve problems in those scary places. For a price, Kiner said, he could contact one of these people and make Mark’s problem disappear. A month later, the lawsuit was settled for eight figures, and Mark and Kiner were two happy fellas.
Masterson, Hamilton had not used Kiner’s services often, but Dale had panicked and contacted Kiner when Christine Larson threatened to tell Global Mining about the discrepancies in the law firm’s books. With Larson dead and Tom Beatty in jail for her murder, everything appeared to be rosy. Then Amanda Jaffe had mentioned the books while arguing her motion.
Kiner’s log cabin was deep in the forest near Mt. Hood at the end of a long dirt road. The security chief insisted on meeting there anytime he was going to take part in a certain type of discussion because the cabin was always swept for bugs beforehand and was surrounded by motion sensors and other high-tech devices that ensured privacy.
“This is fucked up,” Masterson muttered.
“Most definitely. And we wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t asked Larson to make the report. What were you thinking?”
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