door, cocked an eyebrow, said something to Flowers, and Flowers stepped over and pushed open the door.

“You know Susan Conoway…”

Conoway smiled and shook hands, and Lucas said, “We haven’t met, but I admired your work in the Rake Town case.”

“Thank you,” she said. “The admiration isn’t universal.”

Lucas looked at Flowers: “What do you need?”

Flowers said, “We just need you—somebody—to talk to the Barths in a polite, nonlegal way, that would convince them to cooperate fully with Ms. Conoway, who has a hot date tonight with somebody who couldn’t possibly deserve her attentions.”

Lucas said, “Huh.”

Conoway said, “Actually, he does deserve my attentions. If they’re not going to talk, I’m outa here.”

“Give me a minute,” Lucas said. “I’ve got to work myself into a temper tantrum.”

KATHY AND JESSE BARTH were perched side by side on a green corduroy sofa, Kathy with a Miller Lite and a cigarette and Jesse with Diet Pepsi. Lucas stepped into the room, closed the door, and said, “Kathy, if Ms. Conoway leaves, and this thing doesn’t go down tomorrow, you’ll have messed up your life. Big-time. You’ll wind up in the women’s prison and your daughter will wind up in a juvie home. It pisses me off, because I hate to see that happen to a kid. Especially when her mom does it to her.”

Kathy Barth was cool: “We’ve got a lawyer.”

Lucas jabbed a finger at her, put on his hardest face: “Every asshole in Stillwater had a lawyer. Every single fuckin’ one of them.” She opened her mouth to say something, but Lucas waved her down, bullying her. “Have you talked to your lawyer about this?”

“Doesn’t answer his cell. But we figured, what difference do a few hours make?”

“I’ll tell you what difference it makes—it means somebody either got to you, or tried to get to you,” Lucas said. “You can’t sell your testimony, Kathy. That’s a felony. That’s mandatory jail time.”

Jesse shifted on her seat, and Kathy glanced at her, then looked back at Lucas. “Burt owes us.” She didn’t whine, she just said it.

“So sue him,” Lucas said. “Kline broke a state law and he has to pay for it. Pay the state. If you interfere with the state getting justice, then you’re committing a crime. Judges don’t fool around with people who mess with witnesses, or witnesses who sell their testimony. They get the max, and they don’t get time off for good behavior. You don’t fuck with the courts, Kathy, and that’s what you’re doing.”

Jesse said, “Mom, I don’t want to go to jail.”

“He’s bullshitting us, hon,” Kathy said, looking at Lucas with skepticism; but unsure of herself.

Lucas turned to Jesse and shook his head. “If your mom goes down this road, you’ve got to take care of yourself. I can’t even explain how stupid and dangerous this is. You won’t get any money and you’ll be in jail. If your lawyer were here, he’d tell you that. But if Conoway leaves—she’s got a date tonight—she’s going to pull the plug on your testimony tomorrow, then she’s going to turn off her cell phone, and then you are truly fucked. You’ve got about one minute to decide. Then she’s gonna walk.”

“She can’t do that…” Kathy said.

“Horseshit,” Lucas said. “She’s already after-hours, working on her own time. She’s got a right to a life. This isn’t the biggest deal of her career, it’s not even the biggest deal of her week. She doesn’t have to put up with some crap where somebody is trying sell her daughter’s ass to a pederast. She’s gonna walk.”

“I’m not trying to sell anybody…” Kathy said.

“I’ll talk to her,” Jesse blurted. To her mother: “I’m gonna talk to her, Mom. I don’t care if we don’t get any money from Burt. I’m not going to jail.”

“Smart girl,” Lucas said.

BACK IN THE HALLWAY, Lucas said to Conoway, “Give them a minute.”

“What’re they doing,” Flowers asked, “sopping up the blood?”

“Jesse’s telling Kathy what’s what,” Lucas said. “I think we’re okay.”

A moment later Jesse stuck her head into the hall, looked at Conoway. Kathy was a step behind her. “We’ll talk to you,” Jesse said.

Conoway sighed, said, “I thought I was outa here. Okay, let’s go, girls…” And to Lucas: “Thanks. You must throw a good tantrum.”

10

AMITY ANDERSON WAS ANNOYED: with life, with art, with rich people, with Lucas Davenport. So annoyed that she had to suppress a little hop of anger and frustration as she drifted past the Viking warrior. The warrior was seven feet tall, made of plaster, carried