William Bernhardt - Hate Crime

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Bestselling author William Bernhardt is an unsurpassed master at blending psychological suspense with gripping, surprise-filled legal action. Now, Bernhardt and his crusading attorney Ben Kincaid return in a thrilling story of love, hate, and the power of a courtroom to separate deception from the truth.
In Tulsa, Ben Kincaid has built a national reputation as a stalwart defense attorney who will fight tirelessly for his clients. In Evanston, Illinois, Johnny Christensen has built a national reputation as a sadistic bigot who beat and stabbed a gay man and left him to die. When Johnny's mother comes to Ben and begs him to defend her son, he has one secret reason for saying no.
But while Ben turns down the case, his younger, beautiful partner, Christina McCall, does not. Traveling to Chicago and facing an explosion of controversy and deadly violence surrounding the trial, Christina steps into a case that is already nearly lost. Her client's only defense is his claim that he left his victim bludgeoned but alive. To prove that someone else committed the actual murder, Christina needs a little bit of evidence – and a good motive to go with it.
When unforeseen circumstances force Ben Kincaid to enter the trial, the defense attorney sees only one way to prove Johnny's innocence. But Ben's plan means luring a killer out of the woodwork – even though he may kill again…
A novel of gut-wrenching twists and surprises, this thriller brilliantly explores the passions between lovers – and the passions behind society's most heinous crimes. Once again, the remarkable William Bernhardt makes us challenge every assumption, second-guess every judgment, and feel the terror of the truth.

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She thought a moment. “Now that you mention it, there was another guy. The chicken.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, sorry. Chicken. That’s street slang for a hooker. Gigolo. Whatever you want to call them. I mean, I didn’t know for a fact that he was, but that’s what everyone told me.”

“You know his name? Where he lives?”

“Sorry, no. He wasn’t a regular.”

“And he left at the same time as Tony?”

“That’s what they told me. Just a little while after Manny. He’d been watching the door all night. I thought he was waiting for a john. Jane, whatever. But maybe it was something else.”

“Yeah, maybe. Thanks, Shelly. You’ve been a big help.” He slid a card across the bar. “If you see this chicken in here again, I want you to give me a call. Immediately. And don’t let him leave till I get here.”

He returned to the booth where the other officers were still talking.

“What happened?” Swift said, smirking. “Strike out with the coed?”

He shook his head. “No. I struck pay dirt.”

“Does that mean my chances of getting lucky tonight have diminished?”

“No,” he said, staring grimly off into space. “I think maybe for the first time I’m beginning to understand what this case is really about.”

25

JOURNAL OF TONY BAROVICK

When I got a shot at the manager position at Remote Control-except it wasn’t called that then-I jumped at it. I mean, gee-whiz, this was a place even my mother could visit. Not that she would. But she could.

The main adjustment I had to make related to the clientele. The Dahlia had been a drinking bar, with a lot of toughs and all-guy groups, bikers, and general carousers. Remote Control was a singles bar and everyone knew it. That changed everything. It also guaranteed-being so close to the Phillips campus-that it would never be empty. And it wasn’t. But I thought it could do better. Not just that we could make more money, but that we could provide a greater service to the community, by combining my love of gadgets with my love of, well, love.

When I first presented my ideas to Mario, he laughed. “Singles bars don’t provide a service,” he explained. “We’re in the meatpacking business. We help people find someone to help them get through the night. It never lasts. Why should it?”

I wasn’t satisfied with that. The reason singles pairings don’t last, I reasoned, was because they aren’t based on anything but physical appearances. We could change that. It seemed ridiculous to me that here in the twenty-first century, with the vast technology we had at our disposal, none of it had been employed to improve the courting process. About the only attempt I could even think of was so-called computer-dating services, which more often than not were a complete scam. We could do better.

All the technological innovations we eventually implemented were my idea. Mario kicked and screamed-but he always ponied up the money. We changed the name to Remote Control-my idea again-and started marketing ourselves in the campus newspaper. And it worked. If you build it, they will come!

We never talked about it, but I’m sure Mario realized that my being gay gave me insight into how this whole process could be improved. Sure, most of our clientele was straight, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have their secrets, too. People really grooved on the idea of putting themselves out there-via video cameras-without making fools of themselves. People loved the idea of being able to check out a prospect surreptitiously before meeting them. More than check them out-to actually get a sense of who that person was. When they finally met, the “first dates” always went a thousand times better because the participants didn’t feel like it was a first date. They already knew this person, right? At least a little bit. And that made all the difference. About a year after we changed the name, we had our first-of several-weddings right in the bar-a couple who had met each other there, thanks to my whizbang gizmos. I felt vindicated. I felt as if I had finally given something back to the world. I had proven my father wrong. I might be gay, but I was not a pervert. And I was certainly not a loser.

There’s been talk about franchising Remote Control. Mario has always been a hustler, and he knows a good thing when he sees it. He promised me I wouldn’t be forgotten if the chain made the big time. I don’t think I’d better bet the farm on that, but whether he takes me along or doesn’t, he has given me a place to shine, and for that I will always be grateful. Best of all, he’s given me a home, something I haven’t had for a long time. I look forward to going to work. Shelly has been behind the bar for almost a year now and I love her. I consider her the sister I never had. I’d do anything for her. The customers love her, too, and she’s able to handle some of the financial stuff that is frankly way over my head. She takes care of me. And I do my best to take care of her.

That’s what being in a family is all about, isn’t it?

26

After he got the page from his boss, Charlie the Chicken found the nearest pay phone and gave him a call.

“Got something special for you this time, Charlie.”

Well, that can’t be good.

“You’re going to enjoy this.” Even when Charlie couldn’t actually see the man’s tacky gray suit he could see the man’s tacky gray suit. It was in his voice, in his carefully suggestive phrasing.

“What is it?”

“Do you remember our conversation? When I first interviewed you? We talked about your… likes and dislikes.” There was something particularly creepy about the man’s voice today, which immediately put Charlie on his guard.

“I don’t do men. Absolutely. It’s a rule.”

“But Charlie…”

“No.”

“But consider-”

“I’m not going to change my mind, so give it up.”

“You wouldn’t have to actually… you know. Think of it more as… an acting job.”

“The answer is still no, and nothing you can say will-”

“He’s willing to pay triple your usual rate.”

Charlie felt his jaw drop. Triple?

“And I for one am willing to double your usual commission. To help you overcome your reluctance. Think of it as hazard pay.”

“Still, I don’t do-”

“Come now, Charlie. Be sensible. You told me you needed money. I’m trying to help you.”

Yeah, sure you are. Help me to an early grave.

But the man did have a point. Charlie needed a stake-fast. If he didn’t raise some more scratch, he’d never get out of this town. And if he took too long about it, he’d end up dead.

“And you’re sure I won’t have to… you know.”

“Positive. That’s not what he’s into.”

“Well, I might consider it.”

“Good boy, Charlie. You’re doing the right thing-and the patriotic thing.”

“Patriotic?”

He could hear the smile in the man’s voice. “You know what they say. Support your local congressman.”

He was wearing a corset. Or maybe it was a bustier. Charlie always got those two confused.

“I’ve been bad,” Congressman Tweedy said, looking repentantly at the carpet. “I need to be punished.”

And I need a new line of work, Charlie thought. “All right, you bad boy-”

“Girl.”

“Girl. All right, you bad girl. Bend over.”

Tweedy assumed the position, clutching the back of a leather recliner. He had a nice house, well furnished. Charlie wouldn’t mind meeting the little lady who had done this place up, but somehow he felt certain that wasn’t going to happen. Congressman Tweedy’s wife had to be a million miles away. And when the cat’s away…

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