One Good Deed - David Baldacci Page 0,108

his words. “We didn’t find any of the items from the safe in the Nash.”

“Well, of course you didn’t because—”

“But we did find traces of them.”

“What sort of traces?”

“Imprints of the gold bars on the carpet in the trunk. And a few grains of what turned out to be gold dust.”

“But I was the only one to drive the Nash out there that day,” Archer replied.

“That’s true. And I was with Jackie Tuttle much of the day yesterday and I had a matron with her last night before I picked her up and we headed out to her father’s place today.”

“Hell, Jackie didn’t have anything to do with this, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I agree. Which is why I’m here, son.” Shaw looked sad, painfully so.

“What are you getting at, Mr. Shaw?”

“Remember I told you folks not as smart as me in the detecting business might throw a monkey wrench in the works? Well, they have. I got my marching orders from the higher-ups. So, stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up.”

Archer did so.

Shaw took out a pair of shiny handcuffs and put them on Archer’s wrists after gently tugging them behind his back.

“You arresting me?”

“What was your first clue, son?”

“Arresting me for what?”

“That’ll be put into writing down at the police station. You’re gonna get your picture taken, have ink on your fingers, and then I’ll want a statement.”

“Hell, I’ll give you a statement right here and now. I’m innocent.”

“I know you are, Archer, but I got no choice. But let me work this, son. I know what I’m doing.”

He grabbed up Archer’s shirt and jacket and then led the man down the stairs and out the back door.

“Why not the front?” asked Archer.

“I’m trying to let you avoid the shame of being arrested. Bad enough for the guilty. Doubly so for the innocent.”

The ride over to the police station took all of three minutes.

Archer was fingerprinted and photographed. Then he was allowed to wash his face and shave, and put on his shirt and jacket. Shaw even managed to find some hot coffee and cold eggs for Archer before he set him down in front of a recording machine in a small room with one table and two opposing chairs.

Shaw said in a low voice, “Now look, since I have to record this, I got to go by the book. I’m gonna sound like you’re guilty as hell. But you just stick to your guns, okay, son?”

“Listen, I’m not gonna do anything to get you in trouble, Mr. Shaw. And if this will, I don’t want you to do it.”

Shaw gave Archer a look that many of his fellow soldiers had right before they went into battle together. It was a cross between a sad smile and a dropped tear.

“I appreciate that, son, but we’re gonna get through this. Just do what I said.”

Shaw clicked on the machine, recited the date and time and their names. And then the crimes that Archer had been charged with, including the murder of Lucas Tuttle.

“Mr. Archer, if you want to tell the truth, now would be a good time to do so.”

“Everything I know, I’ve already told you.”

“If you tell us what you did with the stuff in that safe I can put in a good word for you with the court.”

“Well, since I didn’t take any of it, that’s not really an option for me.”

“So you deny all involvement in any crime hereabouts?”

“I lied to you about going into Mr. Pittleman’s room and taking those debt papers. You can charge me with that if you want, and I’ll confess to that. But not to another thing.”

“You sure?”

“Hell yes. I’m innocent!”

Shaw clicked off the recorder. “That was fine, Archer.”

“I hope so, because it’s all the truth.”

Shaw lit up a smoke. “Where were you last night?”

“At the Cat’s Meow and then at Ernestine Crabtree’s house. And then back at the Derby where you found me.”

Shaw frowned. “At Crabtree’s house, why?

“I was trying to figure out why she and Jackie lied and said they didn’t know each other when the bartender at the Cat’s Meow told me they were regulars there and knew each other really well.”

“Come again?”

Archer told him what the bartender had shared.

“But as a parole officer if she saw you drinking at the bar, she should have turned you in for a violation.”

“I know that! I’m wondering why she didn’t. And why would they hide that they were friends and all? When I brought Jackie over to stay at Ernestine’s I introduced them to

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