Joseph Teller - Overkill
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“You want a trial, Mr. Estrada? Then a trial you shall get. How soon can the People be ready?”
By the People, he meant the prosecutor, who technically represented the People of the State of New York. It was a designation that Jaywalker hated and refused to use. To his way of thinking, its sole purpose was to suggest to the jury that the assistant district attorney was one of them, while the defendant and his lawyer were outsiders. Non-people.
“The People can be ready in two weeks,” said Katherine Darcy.
“Mr. Jaywalker?”
Two weeks would take them pretty close to the holidays, a time when almost no trials started, especially murder trials, which tended to last a couple of weeks at a minimum. Jaywalker would have loved to bluff, just to unsettle Ms. Darcy a bit, but even were he to answer that the defense was ready now, he knew full well that as a practical matter, now would end up meaning sometime in January at the very earliest. But the truth was, he was nowhere near ready. Miranda Raven wasn’t due to return to the city for another six weeks, and Frankie the Barber was somewhere in Puerto Rico, a pretty big place. On top of that, he still had an awful lot of preparation to do with Jeremy, and a lot of other stuff, as well.
“I think February or March is realistic,” he said. “I’ve got a couple of witnesses to locate. One is out of state, and the other is out of the country.”
“This case is already fourteen months old,” said Wexler. The implication was clear.
“So it is,” said Jaywalker. “And that’s exactly how much time Ms. Darcy has had to prepare. I’ve had three months.”
“February first,” said the judge. “For trial.”
“That’s a Sunday,” observed the court clerk.
“Terrific. February second.”
And that was Harold Wexler on a good day.
“What witnesses?” Katherine Darcy asked Jaywalker as soon as they were outside the courtroom.
He could have told her it was none of her business. Under New York rules, neither side was under an obligation to reveal the names of its witnesses at this point, and with a few specific exceptions like alibis and psychiatrists, the defense was never required to do so. But Jaywalker was a horse trader at heart, and he immediately sized up the question as an opportunity to learn something.
“Who wants to know?” he asked in mock seriousness.
“Never mind,” she said. All serious, no mock.
“Don’t you ever lighten up?”
“Of course I do,” she insisted. “Only this is a murder case, and a bad one.” And with that, she began walking away, toward the elevator bank.
“Got any good ones?” he asked, lengthening his stride to catch up to her without making it too obvious.
“You know what I mean.”
“Let me guess,” he said. “You mean it’s an execution.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“Listen,” said Jaywalker. “Do you have anything else on?”
Her response was to glance down at her dress, then to look back up at him with a mixture of confusion and panic. Had it been a New Yorker cartoon contest calling for a caption, his entry would have been, “ What do you have, X-ray eyes? ”
He decided some clarification was in order. “In court, I mean. Do you have anything else on in court? Like other cases?”
“Oh,” she said, her face instantly turning red. It was the same blush she’d displayed at an earlier court appearance, back when Judge Wexler had made a reference to Jaywalker’s reputation for indiscretion. Now, as then, her steely exterior had cracked just a bit, allowing the Katie in her to emerge.
“No,” she said. “I have no other cases on this morning.”
“Good,” said Jaywalker. “I need a cup of coffee, and I’d love you to join me.”
She looked around. He couldn’t tell if she was checking to see if any of her supervisors were in the area, or hoping to find an excuse to turn him down. But there were no supervisors or excuses in sight. Just defendants, family members, court officers, and other lawyers waiting around for an elevator to show up.
“Okay,” she said. “But it’s got to be Dutch treat. You understand I can’t allow you to pay for me. It would be-”
“Perish the thought,” said Jaywalker.
At Jaywalker’s insistence, they bypassed the first-floor luncheonette and found a place a block west, on Lafayette Street. In-house loyalty was one thing, but ptomaine poisoning was quite another.
She ordered coffee and a bagel, he tea with lemon.
“You should eat something,” she said. For some reason, women were always telling him that. Maybe it was the combination of his being six feet tall and weighing a hundred and fifty pounds. Okay, a hundred and forty-eight.
“I try to make it a point to avoid eating before five o’clock,” he said.
“That’s terrible. Don’t you like food?”
“I love food,” he explained. “But I’m a binge eater. So I put off eating till the end of the day. Postponed gratification.”
“That’s really, really bad for you.” Then again, maybe something about him brought out the mothering instinct in them.
“I’m sure you’re right,” he agreed. “And it’s not like I’m recommending it or anything. I was just answering your question.”
“Which makes you one for two.”
“Excuse me?”
“I actually asked you two questions,” she said. “You only answered one of them.”
And here he thought he’d been paying close attention to her. He stared at her for a moment from across the booth that separated them, and in the process managed to lose track of the conversation. He’d forgotten how pretty she was, glasses and all. But suggesting she try contacts would be way over the line, wouldn’t it? Particularly if it turned out she had some terrible condition that prevented her from wearing them.
“You only answered one of my questions,” she said again.
“What was the other one again?” He truly had no idea.
“I asked you, ‘What witnesses?’”
“Ahhhh.” He laughed at her segue back to business. “ That question. All right, but you still haven’t answered one of mine.”
“Don’t change the subject.” Only this time, the mock clearly overtook the serious . Somehow, in less than an hour’s time, she’d gone from Ms. Darcy to Katherine, and now she was threatening to morph all the way into the elusive Katie. He thought of The Three Faces of Eve but decided against mentioning it.
“I’m not changing the subject,” he said instead. “You were supposed to let me know how many times Teresa Morales had seen my client before she picked him out at a lineup.”
“So I was,” she admitted.
“So you tell me that,” he said, “and I’ll tell you who my witnesses are.”
“Sorta like, I’ll show you mine, you show me yours?”
“Sorta like,” he echoed.
No blush in sight this time. Too bad.
“Okay,” she said. “Teresa Morales says she knew your client from the neighborhood, that she’d seen him at least a dozen times, at least half of those for extended periods of time. I meant to put that on the record this morning. I will next time.”
So the lineup had indeed been confirmatory, meaning Jaywalker wouldn’t get a hearing into how it had been conducted. On the plus side, Teresa’s testimony that there’d been as many as a dozen pre-shooting encounters between Jeremy and the Raiders would corroborate Jeremy’s account of being constantly harassed by them.
Jeremy and the Raiders. Wasn’t that a rock group?
“Your turn,” said K. T. Darcy.
“Fair enough. The first witness I’m looking for is a former barber named Frankie something.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. He was named Frankie something, even if Jaywalker happened to know what the something was. He didn’t want Darcy’s investigators getting to his witnesses before he did. He was willing to play this show-me game, but only up to a point. And that point was located right before revealing so much that it might hurt his client.
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