Scott Turow - Presumed innocent

"Why does he need Raymond to testify, if he intends to call Molto?" I ask.

Principally, says Stern, because Molto is, in all likelihood, not going to testify. Della Guardia has referred a number of times to Tommy trying the case. A lawyer is prohibited from being a witness and advocate in the same proceeding. Nonetheless, Sandy reminds Jamie that we ought to file a motion to disqualify Molto, since he is on the witness list. If nothing else, this will promote consternation in the P.A.'s office. And it will force Nico to forswear any use of my statement to Molto. Like me, Sandy considers it unlikely that Nico would really want to offer this in the prosecution's case. As Della Guardia's best friend and chief assistant, Molto would be too easy to impeach. But on the other hand, the statement could be used effectively in cross-examining me. It is best, therefore, to file the motion and force Nico's hand.

Sandy moves ahead. "This I do not understand," he says. He holds aloft the statement of the maid who says she saw me on a bus into the city from Nearing on a night near the time Carolyn was murdered. "What is Della Guardia up to?"

"We only have one car," I explain. "I'm sure Molto checked the registrations. Barbara took it that night. So I had to have another way to get to Carolyn. I bet they had a trooper standing out at the bus station in Nearing for a week, looking for someone who could make my picture."

"This interests me," Stern says. "They apparently accept that Barbara indeed left you at home that night. I understand why they would concede that she took the car. There have been too many unfortunate episodes with women around the university for anyone to believe she would be using public transportation at night. But why agree she left at all? No prosecutor would want to argue that the defendant rode a bus to a murder. It does not sound authentic. They must have found nothing with the taxi companies and rent-a-car. I take it that they are looking at records of some kind which confirm Barbara's absence."

"Probably the log-in sheet at the U.," I say. Nat and I have gone to watch his mother work on the computer on occasion. "It'll show she used the machine. She signs in when she gets there."

"Ah," says Stern.

"What time would that be?" Jamie asks. "Not late, right? She'll know you were home at the time of the murder-or at least that she left you there, won't she?"

"Absolutely. Her computer time's at eight. She leaves for the U. seven-thirty, twenty-to the latest."

"And Nat?" asks Sandy. "When is he in bed?"

"Around then. Most of the time, Barbara gets him down before she goes."

Kemp asks, "Does Nat get up a lot or does he sleep soundly?"

"Like a coma," I say. "But I'd never leave him alone in the house."

Stern makes a sound. That is not the kind of thing we will be able to prove.

"Nonetheless," says Stern, "these facts are helpful. We are entitled to whatever records they have. That is Brady material"-evidence favorable to the defense. "We must make another motion. Fiery and outraged. A good assignment for you, Rusty." He smiles, kindly.

I make the note. I tell Sandy there is only one more witness I want to talk about. I point to Robinson's name.

"He's a shrink," I say. "I saw him a few times." Molto, I'm sure, is behind the ugly gesture of naming my former psychiatrist as a potential witness. Tommy is pulling my chain. I used to do things like that to defendants. Make sure they knew I'd been all over their lives. Last month Molto subpoenaed my bank account in Nearing. The president, an old friend of Barbara's deceased father, Dr. Bernstein, will not look at me now when I come in. From my checks, no doubt, Molto got Robinson's name.

I am surprised by Stern's reaction to my disclosure.

"Yes, Dr. Robinson," Sandy says. "He called me right after the return of the indictment. I neglected to mention that." He was too decorous is what Stern means. "He had seen my name in the paper as your lawyer. He merely wanted me to know he had been identified and that the police had attempted an interview. He was reluctant to trouble you with this information. At any rate, he told me he refused to make any statement on the grounds of privilege. I reaffirmed that and said we would not waive."

"We can waive. I don't care," I say. I don't either. It seems like a minor intrusion, compared to what has taken place in the last few months.

"Your attorney is ordering you to care. Della Guardia and Molto are no doubt hoping we will make a waiver, in the belief that this doctor will testify to your general mental health and the unlikeliness of criminal behavior."

"I bet he will."

"I see I did not make my point," says Stern. "I commented before. Evidence of motive here is weak. You summarized Della Guardia's theory very ably, I think. Sabich is obsessed, you said. Sabich is unwilling to let go. Tell me, Rusty. You have looked over Della Guardia's case. Where is the proof here of any prior amorous relationship between the defendant and the decedent? A few telephone calls that can be accounted for by business needs? There is no diary here. No note that came with flowers. No lovers' correspondence. That, I take it, is what your secretary will be called for, to add what she can, which I assume is not very much."

"Very little," I say. Sandy is right. I did not see this hole. As a prosecutor, I would never have missed it. But it is harder when you have all the facts. Still, I battle back a lightheaded sensation of hope. I cannot believe that Nico could be weak on this essential. I point at the MUD sheets. "There are calls to my home from Carolyn's in late October, last year."

"Yes? And who is to say they are not from Ms. Polhemus to you? You had been lawyers on an important case that was tried the month preceding. No doubt there were continuing developments. Bond questions. As I recall, there was a substantial dispute surrounding custody of the boy. What was his name?" "Wendell McGaffen."

"Yes. Wendell. These are matters to which the chief deputy might have difficulty giving attention in the office."

"And why did I tell Lipranzer not to get my home phone tolls?"

"More difficult." Sandy nods. "But I take it for granted that a person of innocent state of mind would rule himself out as a suspect and prevent a busy detective from wasting his time." The way he puts things. I take it for granted. Like sleight of hand.

"Mrs. Krapotnik?" I ask, alluding to her expected testimony that I was seen around Carolyn's apartment.

"You were on trial together. Matters needed to be discussed. Certainly, if you want to get away from the Kindle County P.A.'s office, a most dreary environment, you are not going to go out to Nearing, where you live. No one denies you were in the apartment on occasion. We agree. Your fingerprints are on the glass." Sandy's smile is Latin, complex. His defense is taking shape, and he is quite persuasive. "No," Sandy says. "Della Guardia cannot call you, of course, or, presumably, your wife. And so he faces difficulties. Tongues no doubt have wagged, Rusty. I am sure half the attorneys in Kindle County now believe that they suspected your affair. But gossip will not be admitted. The prosecution has no witnesses. And thus no proof of motive. I would be more hopeful," Sandy says, "were it not for the problem of your testimony." His eyes, large and dark, deep and serious, briefly cross my own. The problem of my testimony. The problem, he means, of telling the truth. "But these are questions for the future. Our job, after all, is merely to raise a doubt. And it may be that when Della Guardia concludes his case the jury will be led to wonder if you are not the victim of a miserable coincidence."

"Or if I was set up."

Sandy is a reasonable man and judicious. He acquires his grave look in response to my proposal. He would obviously prefer that there be no illusions between client and counsel. He glances at his watch. It is getting close to show time. I touch his wrist.