on the table, and said, “Okay, now I’m the lawyer and you’re the client. Let’s hear the story.”
He reached into his pocket again and pulled out
the folded clipping from the newspaper Greenway had given them. He handed it to her. “Have you seen this?” he asked. “It’s in this morning’s paper.” His hand was trembling and the paper shook.
“Are you scared, Mark?”
“Sort of.”
“Try to relax, okay.”
“Okay. I’ll try. Have you seen this?”
“No, I haven’t seen the paper yet.” She took the clipping and read it. Mark watched her eyes closely.
“Okay,” she said when she finished.
“It mentions the body was found by two boys. Well, that’s me and Ricky.”
“Well, I’m sure that must’ve been awful, but it’s no crime to find a dead body.”
“Good. Because there’s much more to the story.”
Her smile had disappeared. The pen was ready. “I want to hear it now.”
Mark breathed deeply and rapidly. The four doughnuts churned away in his stomach. He was scared, but he also knew he would feel much better when it was over. He settled deep in the chair, took a long breath, and looked at the floor.
He started with his career as a smoker, and Ricky catching him, and going to the woods. Then the car, the water hose, the fat man who turned out to be Jerome Clifford. He spoke slowly because he wanted to remember it all, and because he wanted his new lawyer to write it all down.
Glint attempted to interrupt after fifteen minutes, but Reggie frowned at him. He quickly closed the door and disappeared.
THE FIRST ACCOUNT TOOK TWENTY MINUTES with few interruptions from Reggie. There were gaps and holes, none the fault of Mark, just soft spots that she picked through during the second pass, which took another twenty minutes. They broke for coffee and ice water, all fetched by Clint, and Reggie moved the conversation to her desk, where she spread out her notes and prepared for the third run-through of this remarkable story. She filled one legal pad, and started another. The smiles were long gone. The friendly, patronizing chitchat from the grandmother to her grandchild had been replaced with pointed questions picking for details.
The only details Mark withheld were the ones describing the exact location of the body of Senator Boyd Boyette, or rather Romey’s story about the body. As the secret and confidential conversation unfolded, it became obvious to Reggie that Mark knew where the body was allegedly buried, and she skillfully and fearfully danced around this information. Maybe she would ask, maybe she wouldn’t. But it would be the last thing discussed.
An hour after they started, she took a break and read the newspaper story twice. Then again. It seemed to fit. He knew too many details to be lying. This was not a story a hyperactive mind could fabricate. And the poor kid was scared to death.
Clint interrupted again at eleven-thirty to inform Reggie her next appointment had been waiting for an hour. “Cancel it,” Reggie said without looking from her notes, and Clint was gone. Mark walked around her office as she read. He stood in her window and watched the traffic on Third Street below. Then he returned to his seat and waited.
His lawyer was deeply troubled, and he almost felt
sorry for her. All those names and faces in the Yellow Pages, and he had to drop this bomb on Reggie Love.
“What are you afraid of, Mark?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
“Lots of things. I’ve lied to the police about this, and I think they know I’m lying. And that scares me. My little brother’s in a coma because of me. It’s all my fault. I lied to his doctor. And all that scares me. I don’t know what to do, and I guess that’s why I’m here. What should I do?”
“Have you told me everything?”
“No, but almost.”
“Have you lied to me?”
“No.”
“Do you know where the body is buried?”
“I think so. I know what Jerome Clifford told me.”
For a split second, Reggie was terrified he would blurt it out. But he didn’t, and they stared at each other for a long rime.
“Do you want to tell me where it is?” she finally asked.
“Do you want me to?”
“I’m not sure. What keeps you from telling me?”
“I’m scared, I don’t want anybody to know that I know, because Romey told me his client had killed many people and was planning on killing Romey too. If he’s killed lots of people, and if he thinks I know this secret, he’ll come