John Lescroart - The Oath

Again, Hardy turned directly to face him. "Am I to assume that means that you have discovered one?"

Jackman cleared his throat and answered for Glitsky. "We assume, Diz, that the murders of Markham and his family are related. I think you would agree with that as a working hypothesis, wouldn't you? But that's really not germane. Dr. Kensing has plenty of motive for Markham. Plus means and opportunity."

"But no evidence, Clarence. No real evidence. It's mostly some motive."

"Don't shit a shitter, Diz," Marlene said. "First, we don't have some motive, we've got a ton of motive and nobody else has any. Second, we know when Markham was killed and Dr. Kensing was right there. Moreover," she went on calmly, "Markham got killed by drugs administered through an IV, and your client is not exactly a janitor. He's got access. So we've got motive, means, and opportunity and not the slightest doubt about these facts."

Hardy repeated his mantra. "But no physical evidence. No direct evidence. Nobody saw him do it and no physical evidence shows he did it. You can prove that maybe he did it, but maybe he didn't, and that, I need hardly remind you, is reasonable doubt."

"His wife says he admitted it," Glitsky growled. "That's evidence. Kensing told her he pumped him full of shit a day before the autopsy, before anybody knew he was murdered. Oh, you didn't catch that detail yet?" Glitsky cleared his throat. "I called you last night. I thought maybe we could talk about that. Maybe you didn't get the message."

"I told you not to interview my client," Hardy shot back. "Maybe you didn't get my message." Hardy fought to control his temper. This wasn't the way to get what he wanted. He turned to Ash. "So his wife, who hates him, says he killed her lover. That's it? You'll never convict on that."

But Ash remained calm. "I believe, with the rest of the evidence, that in fact I might, Dismas."

"'Might' is not particularly strong, Marlene."

"You want to help us do better, is that it?" Glitsky's tone was glacial.

"As a matter of fact, I have a suggestion that might have that effect," Hardy said. "I won't pretend that Dr. Kensing isn't my main concern. I know you're about to arrest him. Hell, maybe you've already got your warrant." Hardy waited, but no one admitted that. Which meant maybe it wasn't too late. He sucked in a breath. It was party time. "I'm going to do a little preamble," he began.

"Surprise!"

Hardy ignored Glitsky, made his pitch directly to Jackman. "Look. Let's say you bring in Kensing and charge him with murder. Abe could arrest him today. I'll even grant you that the wife's statement would almost certainly get you an indictment if you put her before the grand jury. In either case, you'd have to give me discovery, of course."

Discovery included everything about the prosecution-physical evidence, exhibits, testimony, police reports, and so on. The defense had the absolute right to the prosecution's case. This was Law 1A, but Hardy didn't think it was a bad idea to remind everybody that one way or the other he was going to see all the evidence they had anyway. It was automatic.

"But you haven't arrested him yet," he continued, "or brought him before the grand jury. So he's not been charged, and therefore there's no compulsion for you to share anything with me yet."

"Is the preamble over?" Glitsky asked.

Hardy didn't even acknowledge the interruption. He kept his eyes on Jackman. "What I propose is a horse trade." He pressed ahead quickly. "What you really want is Parnassus, Clarence. You know it, I know it, everybody here knows it. You want to find out where the rot is and cut it out, but you've got to be careful you don't cut it so badly that you kill it. If Parnassus goes belly up, the people who'll take the biggest hit by far are the city employees. Now this would be legitimate bad news for a lot of good people, but it's the worst possible political scenario for you, Clarence, if you want to keep this job and continue the good work you've started."

Jackman's mouth turned down slightly in distaste. Hardy didn't think it was only over his brownnosing. He'd hit a nerve, as he hoped he would.

"All right. So how does your client fit in?" Jackman asked.

"He fits because everything's mellow over at Parnassus only so long as you're looking for whoever killed their CEO. They're all expecting you to do that. So the corporate types won't see your people showing up and go rushing out to shred their files, and whatever other obstructions they'll come up with. But once you arrest Kensing, you've got no pretext."

He stopped to let the notion sink in, but Marlene didn't have to wait. "With all respect, Diz, that's bullshit. The grand jury can look anywhere they want, anytime they want. It's got nothing to do with your client."

"I'm not arguing with that, Marlene. You can arrest him and continue to investigate at Parnassus. You have every right. Still…" He went back to Jackman. "Here's the city's health care provider, already reeling from near bankruptcy, terrible cash flow problems, subzero morale, and now the loss of its chief executive. If word gets out that you're trying to shut the place down-"

"That's not our intention," Marlene said.

But Hardy shook his head. "It doesn't matter. If you arrest Kensing and then continue poking around, that's what it's going to look like. Which means the shit's going to hit the fan. You all know this town. Everything gets exaggerated. Everything's an issue. What's going to happen when it looks like lots of city workers aren't going to have medical care? It will not be pretty."

All this was well and good and possibly true, but Glitsky wasn't buying it at all. "And the way we avoid this potential catastrophe is we don't arrest your client?"

"Only until the grand jury can do its job. Say thirty days."

"Thirty days!" Glitsky was apoplectic. "Are you out of your mind? If he killed Markham, and my evidence says he did, he likely killed his whole family, too. I don't care if it brings down the whole federal government, the man belongs in jail."

Hardy turned to Ash. "The case sucks, Marlene. You arrest him and you know what's going to happen. Parnassus goes in the toilet and after it does, if Kensing beats the case at trial, you guys all go with it."

But with all the arguing, Jackman still hadn't lost the thread. "You mentioned trading, Diz. You're asking us to give you thirty days…"

"And your discovery," Hardy added.

Glitsky threw up his hands and stood up. "How 'bout a chauffeur, too? Maybe some massage therapy?"

Hardy kept ignoring him.

The DA's face was lost in concentration. "All right, for purposes of this discussion, and your discovery-"

"Not a chance! No way we do this, Clarence. I'll go bring him in on a no-warrant before that happens."

Jackman filled his large chest with air. He had Glitsky by an inch or two and thirty pounds and all of it was never more visible than it was now, when it was clearly so tightly controlled. His voice, when it came, was a deep bassoon of authority. "That you will not do, Lieutenant!" He took another slow breath, then continued in a conversational tone. "You've had ample time before this to arrest Dr. Kensing without a warrant, Abe. But you're the one who brought me into this decision loop, and now it's mine to make. I hope that's abundantly clear."

Glitsky couldn't find his voice. He stared around the room in open disbelief if not downright hostility. Jackman ignored him and turned to Hardy. "Thirty days and discovery in return for what?"

"In return for his testimony in front of the grand jury."

The sense of anticlimax was palpable. Glitsky was shaking his head in bewilderment that Hardy had wasted all of their time and effort for so little. Marlene's face reflected a similar reaction. Even Jackman folded his arms over his chest and cocked his head to one side. But his eyes, at least, still probed.