“If you gentlemen are ready,” she said, breaking the moment. “Dinner is served.”
We ate at the dining room table again, which had always been Billy’s habit. He liked being surrounded by his paintings and sculptures and always served on china and crystal. I had even learned to eat in his home without bringing a beer bottle to the table.
Yet Billy was also not one for dinnertime small talk. And as usual he had sensed my reluctance to ask what I’d come to ask.
“So what’s up w-with Sherry and this O’Shea?” he said, never shy of cutting straight to it.
“She’s still got a bead on him. He’s still hanging around, worried that she’s going to grab him up.”
“So why doesn’t he skip the country?” Diane suddenly said, causing both of us to look at her. “I mean, come on, he knows the system and is paranoid enough about your friend Richards picking him up, I would think he’d take the chance to get out of the country before they find a body someplace and connect him.”
If no nonsense was an attractive character trait, no wonder these two were together.
“Money?” Billy offered.
“Hell, an ex-cop from the States could find work in South America without much trouble,” I said.
“Family?”
“I didn’t get that sense from his ex-wife. They never had kids.”
“Has to be somebody he cares about?”
“Richards says he lives alone and the way he’s playing the bar scene, I don’t think so.”
Diane was watching us with a bemused look on her face until Billy noticed it.
“What?” he said.
“Maybe this man is innocent,” she said.
Billy slipped his hand over and touched his fingertips on the back of his fiancée’s wrist.
“An interesting position, coming from a future judge,” he said and smiled at her. “And I b-believe Max was finally getting to that part.”
He looked, expectantly, at me. Billy was good at watching my internal arguments. Sometimes he was even better at recognizing when I’d come to a decision than I was.
“I think O’Shea needs a lawyer,” I said, throwing it straight out there.
Billy cut his eyes to Diane, she to him.
Then I told them both of Richards’s plan to arrest O’Shea on the assault charge, about the tactic she used to get inside his apartment with the hope of finding something to connect him with the missing girls.
“Was she successful?” Diane asked.
“I don’t know. O’Shea called me and said they’d confiscated his boots. Richards was figuring on bloodstain to connect him with the assault, but he didn’t say what else they might have taken.”
“It would be easy enough to get a copy of the warrant, see what they took out of the place,” Diane said, the lawyer in her, working it even as an unconscious reaction.
“If he g-gets arrested, you just sh-show up at magistrate’s court as an eyewitness and squelch the p-prosecutor’s p-probable cause by entering an affidavit that you two were the ones who were attacked.”
“Through who, Billy?” I said. “The public defender who’s just going through the morning cattle call? You know how that works in front of a judge who’s probably on rotation for three weeks because everyone hates that duty.”
Billy and Diane again looked at each other. They knew I was right.
“The guy needs a lawyer,” I repeated.
I knew what I was asking of my friend, who had not spoken in open court since his days in college when his law degree required him to display his stutter in front of fellow students. I knew he loathed the idea of revealing his flaw and giving others a reason to think they had some advantage over him.
“Can I get anyone coffee?” Diane said, standing to clear the table and then going to the kitchen without an answer which she knew she already had.
“I’d just hate to see the guy standing up there with no one to throw another possibility across the judge’s bench,” I said.
“The magistrate judge isn’t likely to listen any more to Billy than she would the public defender, Max,” Diane said from the kitchen. “Unless they try something outrageous like asking for no bond.”
This time I knew she was right. But I also knew that if they were holding O’Shea on assault charges it would just bolster any argument the prosecutor made to a grand jury on filing an abduction and homicide rap on the guy later. I could hear it clearly in my head: “I know the evidence is circumstantial, ladies and gentlemen, but our suspect was also recently arrested for a violent act