on the night she’d found out about the A-1 clue. They’d talked about her discovery here. If someone had been watching and listening, they would’ve gotten to the mailbox before Roy and Mace had.
Still.
He slid open his desk drawer, pulled out a Post-it note, and hastily stuck it over the webcam, pulling his fingers quickly back as though the damn thing might bite him.
His cell phone rang.
“Kingman.”
It was Mace. Her few words hit Roy harder than Psycho had. “I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes,” he said. He grabbed his jacket and sprinted out of the office. The Captain most definitely needed a lawyer now.
He’d just been formally charged with first-degree murder.
CHAPTER 78
GOT SOME damn good news today, Roy.”
Roy and Mace were sitting across from the Captain. He’d showered and his wet hair was now slicked back, his revealed widow’s peak solid gray. With part of the street grime gone, Roy could actually see some pink skin on the man’s face. The Captain was also now wearing a prison jumpsuit. A shackle belt was around his large waist, though his hands and legs were free for the time being.
Roy could see that the Captain had once been a very handsome fellow. His features were sharply defined, there were remnants of a square jaw, and a pair of green eyes was now visible with the shaggy hair out of his face. The only time he got cleaned up was to be charged with murder. The irony was not lost on Roy.
He and Mace exchanged glances. He said, “What’s that, Captain?”
“They found my cart.”
“Who, the police?”
The Captain nodded. “They came and told me. Seemed happy about it.”
“I’m sure. Look, Captain, do you understand what’s going on here?”
The Captain sighed heavily. “Damn Twinkies. Always the damn Twinkies.”
He looked at her with benign curiosity. “Do I know you, hon?”
“We met once. It was a pretty electrifying moment for you.”
“Okay, hon. If you say so.”
Roy hunched forward. “The photo of the woman I showed you yesterday? They’re charging you with raping and killing her in her office.”
Strangely enough, the Captain laughed. “I know. They told me that. The cops just kidding, Roy.”
“So you didn’t do it?”
“No, sir. They got me on the Twinkies, though. And the tools, don’t forget the tools, Roy. I took ’em. For the money.” He glanced at Mace and added woefully, “Three dollars, hon. Guy in a turban ripped me off.”
“Right, the tools, you told me,” said Roy wearily. “So you my lawyer?”
Mace looked expectantly at Roy. “Are you his lawyer?’
Roy hesitated, but only for a moment. “Yeah, I am.”
“Then I got money to pay you,” said the Captain.
“Okay, fine.”
“I got two hundred dollars. Cops took it, but they said they’d give it back.”
“Where’d you get two hundred bucks?” asked Mace quickly.
The Captain looked embarrassed. He said in a faltering tone, “I can’t say. No, wouldn’t be right, hon. Not in front of you.”
Roy stood and paced. “Do you know what DNA is?”
The Captain squinted. “I think so, yeah,” he said unconvincingly.
“Well, they found your DNA on the dead woman.”
The Captain’s face brightened. “Are they going to give it back?” He shot a glance at Mace. “It’s mine, right? So I’ll get my cart, my money, and my DNA. And I won’t never take no more Twinkies, swear to God.”
Roy let out a small groan and leaned against the wall. Mace walked over to him and whispered, “Has he always been this out of it?”
In a low voice he said, “He can carry on a basic conversation, gets simple concepts okay, but the abstract stuff is way beyond him. When I repped him on the assault three years ago, he was starting to show some early signs of dementia. He got a suspended sentence mainly because the prosecutor was a Vietnam vet too. But that was a simple assault. He’s not going to get cut any slack for murder in the first. The problem is, he can carry on a conversation and he understands some things, so no one is going to buy that he didn’t know what he was doing.”
“I guess the moral is, if you’re going to go nuts, go all the way.”
“And they have his sperm in Diane’s body. And he’s admitted to being in the building at the time in question. How the hell do I defend that?”
“You can’t. We just have to find the truth. It’s the only way.”