Joel Goldman - Chasing The Dead

“Mind if I close this?”

“Go right ahead,” West said, looking at his watch. “But let’s be quick about it. I’ve got a bunch of people dying to get out of jury duty and I want to disappoint them just as soon as I can.”

Rossi closed the door. “I’ve got to tell you, Judge. I kind of sympathize with them. Every time I’m in your courtroom, I can’t wait to get out either.”

Both men chuckled, though the judge didn’t say anything. He was waiting for Rossi.

“Mind if we sit down, Your Honor? It’s easier for me to take notes that way.”

Rossi pulled a small spiral notepad from his pocket to make the point.

“Do we really need to do this right now? I’ve got-”

“A jury and a trial, I know, Your Honor. But I wouldn’t be here taking up your time if I didn’t have to. I’ve just got a few questions about a case I’m working on.”

“How could I possibly know anything about one of your cases unless it was in my court? And if you want to talk to me about one of my cases, you’ll have to go through the prosecutor’s office. I don’t want to give defense counsel any grounds for claiming judicial misconduct by claiming I was helping the prosecution.”

Rossi sat in one of the chairs in front of the judge’s desk. “That’s the last thing I want to happen, but I talked to the prosecutor and she suggested I come see you.”

The judge didn’t move. “Which prosecutor is that?”

“Kalena Greene.”

West raised his eyebrows. “And which case?”

“Actually, it’s three cases. One of them is in your court, State v. Jared Bell . It’s a murder and rape case.”

“I know the case, Detective.”

“The second one concerns the death of Robin Norris.”

“The newspaper said that was an accident.”

“We’ve reason to believe she was murdered.”

Judge West’s jaw dropped, and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He unzipped his robe and sat in his desk chair. “Murdered. How? By whom?”

“Run off the road up in Clay County, which puts it out of your jurisdiction, so there’s no chance the case will be in front of you. As for who did it, we don’t know.”

West swiveled his head slowly from side to side. “Murdered. What possible reason would anyone have to murder that woman?”

“Like I said, we don’t know.”

“You said there were three cases.”

“The third involves a man named Mathew Woodrell. He robbed a liquor store yesterday. He was caught and put on the seventh floor of the jail. First thing he did was stab Jared Bell in the neck with a shiv he made out of the frame for his glasses. Bell’s okay and now Woodrell is facing two felonies.”

“Well, Detective. I can’t help you with that one. I don’t know anything about Mathew Woodrell.”

Rossi sat back in his chair, notepad on his thigh. “Actually, Your Honor, you do.”

Judge West squinted at him. “How’s that?”

Rossi pulled up Woodrell’s booking photo on his cell phone and showed it to the judge. “You recognize this man?”

West studied the photograph, eyes opening in recognition. “This man was waiting for me in my chambers last Wednesday when I got off the bench. What’s his connection to Jared Bell?”

“He says Bell raped and killed his daughter while they were in the army stationed in Afghanistan.”

“Did he?”

“According to Woodrell, the army says no but Woodrell doesn’t buy it. When he found out Jared had been arrested for raping and murdering someone else, he drove here from Ohio to tell you what happened to his daughter so you wouldn’t let Jared off on a technicality. What happened when you saw him in your chambers?”

“I asked him who he was and he said he’d made a mistake and was in the wrong place and he apologized and left.”

“Did he tell you who he was or why he wanted to talk with you?”

The judge scooted his chair toward his desk. “Detective, I just told you everything the man said to me.”

Rossi nodded. “Just wanted to be sure, Your Honor. Was anyone else in your chambers at that time?”

“Alex Stone. She was also waiting to talk to me. I believe you’re familiar with her.”

The judge was smooth. He’d denied knowing Woodrell until Rossi showed him the photo, covering the denial by admitting the man had been in his chambers but he hadn’t known the man’s name. He’d handled Alex Stone the same way, not making Rossi work for answers to his questions. That’s what someone did who either had nothing to hide or who was well prepared.

“That I am. Why was she in your chambers?”

“She wanted to talk to me about deadlines in cases where the PD’s office was representing the defendant. She said that with Robin Norris’s death, they may need some more time.”

Another match, but Rossi would have bought it more easily had the judge stumbled on that one. It was rare for two people to tell the same story down to the smallest details. And although there weren’t a lot of details in these stories, there was something about the telling that didn’t sit right with Rossi. Alex had struggled to get her legs under her before she gave her version, but the judge was right there with her, word for word, beat for beat.

“And what did you tell her?”

“I told her that I’d entertain any motions her office might file but that I couldn’t discuss any particular case in which she was not counsel of record and that those discussions would have to include opposing counsel. Now, is that all?”

“One last thing, Your Honor. Kalena Greene tells me that someone gave Robin Norris an advance copy of the police department’s investigative report on Jared Bell-my report, as it turns out-and the criminal complaint. Her office provides that to defense counsel at the initial appearance, but Alex Stone already had a copy. I’m wondering if you might know how that happened.”

“What difference does it make when defense counsel gets those documents? They’re certainly entitled to them.”

“As I said, it’s the prosecutor’s policy not to provide it before the initial appearance.”

“Fuck the prosecutor’s office.”

Rossi grinned. “You might have to get in line to do that, Your Honor, but that doesn’t answer my question. Do you know who sent that file to Robin Norris?”

Judge West leaned back in his chair, hands clasped over his belly. “I did.”

“Mind if I ask why?”

“She asked me for it. She called me the day Bell was arrested. She knew about the case from all the press coverage, figured Bell would need a public defender, and said she’d like to get a head start on it. When I suggested she get the file from the prosecutor’s office, she told me about their policy and I said I’d be glad to send the file over to her.”

“Did the two of you discuss which lawyer in her office would handle the case?”

“She mentioned that she was going to assign the case to Alex Stone, but we didn’t discuss it.”

“What was your reaction to that?”

“Reaction? I didn’t have one. Now, I’ve been very patient with you, Detective, even if I do have a full courtroom waiting for me. I’ve answered your questions, and now you can answer mine. What the hell does any of this have to do with me?”

Rossi smiled as he stood. “Just going where the case takes me, Your Honor.”

“Which case? You’re asking me about three different ones.”

“All of them,” Rossi said, sliding his notepad into his pocket.

Judge West rose, closing the zipper on his robe. “I take it, then, that we are done.”

“We are.” Rossi turned toward the door to the judge’s outer office, stopping with his hand on the knob, looking back at West. “Except for one thing. What’s the nature of your relationship with Alex Stone?”