Amanda waited until Dennis turned the corner, before approaching the guard.
“I apologize for Mr. Levy. He gets overzealous at times.”
The officer nodded but he still looked angry. When Amanda reentered Charlie’s room he was staring at his blanket, deep in thought.
“There’s something I want to tell you,” Charlie said.
“Go ahead.”
“I was lying here thinking about how I almost died and what I’ve done with my life. Before Freddy went nuts and kidnapped those hostages I was nobody, a petty crook. Then I got to be somebody but it was because I lied.”
“It was because you saved the hostages.”
“You know why I threw myself over that guard? I didn’t give a shit about him. I did it for me. I knew I’d be in jail for life if Freddy killed him. That’s the only reason I did it, to save my skin, not his.
“And that inner light bullshit. That’s all it was, bullshit. I didn’t see any lights when I got shot just now and I didn’t see any when I was stabbed. Mickey Keys thought up that gimmick because it would get me on TV. And he was right. Everyone ate it up, but it never happened. Neither did half the stuff I wrote in my book. Or at least it didn’t happen to me. Freddy committed most of those crimes and was in the fights. I’m a coward. I’ve never gotten into a fight I could run from and I never used a gun or…Well, you get the picture. So, I’ve been thinking. I should set the record straight in my new book. I should tell the truth. If I do, what do you think Dennis will say?”
“I don’t know and, frankly, I don’t care. In the end, you have to do what you think is right, no matter what Levy thinks. Right now, however, you should talk to the police so they can catch the person who killed Sally and tried to kill you.”
Amanda left and Charlie thought about what he’d just said. He could tell the truth about some of the things that he’d lied about, but he wouldn’t tell the whole truth about what had happened at the Westmont Country Club the night Arnold Pope Jr. died, unless he had no choice.
CHAPTER 39
The day after Sally Pope’s murder, the PI in Denver called Kate to tell her he’d located Werner Rollins. Until a month ago, Rollins had been serving time in the Colorado State Penitentiary for armed robbery, but he was currently on parole. Kate talked to Henrietta Swift, Rollins’s parole officer, who called back an hour later to tell Kate that Rollins had agreed to meet her.
During the two-and-a-half-hour flight from Portland to Denver, Dennis Levy didn’t hit on Kate once or brag about how great he was, and he never mentioned how famous he was going to be. He seemed preoccupied as he worked on his laptop or stared out the window. Kate wondered why the reporter was so quiet, but she didn’t want to press her luck by asking.
The meeting with Rollins was at a sports bar near Coors Field. They had a late flight back to Portland, so Kate rented a car at the airport and drove into Denver. It was a spectacular summer day and it took a moment for Kate’s eyes to adjust from the bright midday sunlight to the dim light in the bar, but it didn’t take long to pick out Rollins in the crowd of lunch-time patrons. He was the only man sitting alone at a table in a wheelchair.
Rollins’s parole officer had briefed Kate about the high-speed chase that had led to a prison term for armed robbery and cost Rollins his legs, but she hadn’t prepared Kate for the real toll the accident had taken on the gangster. The Werner Rollins of Kate’s imagination was a meaner version of Conan the Barbarian. There was nothing menacing about the man in the stained Denver Broncos T-shirt who was working on his second pitcher of beer. Despair had beaten the life out of Rollins and hard living had changed the sharp planes of his steroid-enhanced physique into flab.
“Mr. Rollins?” Kate asked as they drew close to his table.
Rollins looked away from the ball game airing on one of the large-screen TVs that were scattered around the bar.
“This is Dennis Levy and I’m Kate Ross, an investigator working for Charlie Marsh. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us.”
“Yeah, well, my social secretary was able to find time for you on my busy schedule, and Henrietta said you’d spring for my beer. It was a no-brainer.”
Kate smiled. “May we?” she asked, indicating one of the chairs at the table.
“Be my guest.”
“Dennis is a reporter. He’s covering Charlie’s trial for World News. Do you have a problem with him sitting in on our conversation?”
Rollins shrugged. Kate had the impression that he didn’t care much about anything anymore.
“So how’s old Charlie doing?” Rollins asked.
“He’s had a rough time. I don’t know how closely you’ve been following his case, but there have been two attempts to kill him. He was shot during the second attempt and he’s in the hospital.”
“That’s tough,” Rollins said without much conviction.
“I understand that you were Charlie’s friend,” Kate said.
“You got that wrong. We were never buddy-buddy. I tolerated him because of Freddy.”
“Freddy Clayton?”
Rollins nodded. “They were like Batman and Robin. Freddy took the little punk everywhere. If I didn’t know Freddy real good I woulda thought they were faggots.” Rollins tossed a quick glance at Dennis, smirked, and added, “No offense.”
Levy reddened but didn’t respond.
“But you knew Charlie pretty well?” Kate said.
“Yeah. It’s like that nursery rhyme, anywhere that Freddy went Charlie was sure to go.”
“Is that why you were at the Westmont Country Club on the evening Congressman Pope was killed? Were you and Gary Hass reconnecting with an old acquaintance?”
Rollins laughed then took a drink from his mug. Kate waited while he used his forearm to wipe the foam from his mouth.
“That thing with Charlie was Gary’s deal. He wanted to shake him down, see if he could scare him into parting with some cash. When Freddy was alive no one would touch Charlie, but Charlie was a rabbit and Gary figured he’d be an easy mark with no one to protect him.”
“You testified for the prosecution at Sally Pope’s trial.”
“I had to, didn’t I? Burdett was threatening me with hard time for fucking up that security guard. With my record, I couldn’t afford to go down again. Charlie was out of the country, so what I said couldn’t hurt him, and I didn’t owe the broad anything.” Rollins shrugged. “It was her or me and I chose me.”
“Mr. Rollins, the state will want you to testify again, and this time what you say could send Charlie to death row. So, let me ask you, if you testify at Charlie’s trial, what will you say?”
Rollins eyed Kate warily. “If I said something I didn’t say the first time I’d be looking at a perjury charge, so I guess I’ll have to say that I saw Charlie shoot Pope.”
“The statute of limitations has run out, Mr. Rollins. You can consult a lawyer on that if you don’t believe me, but I checked. No one can prosecute you if you lied under oath at Sally Pope’s trial.”
Rollins thought about that. “I might say something different,” he told Kate.
“Like what?”
Levy leaned forward, his eyes riveted on Rollins.
“That depends,” Rollins said. “As you may have noticed, I ain’t doing very well. In fact, I’ve got no fucking legs, which makes it hard to get a job.”
Rollins paused and the blatant bribe attempt hung in the air between the convict and the investigator like a Goodyear blimp hovering over a football stadium. Kate smiled and turned her head toward Levy.
“This is off the record, Dennis,” she said.
When Dennis didn’t object, Kate turned back toward Rollins. She had no illusions about the type of man with whom she was dealing. Rollins was a career criminal and a sociopath. Appealing to his better nature was hopeless, because men like Rollins didn’t have better natures. But they were human and they didn’t have to be evil twenty-four hours a day. Kate looked Rollins in the eye and held his gaz
e long enough for him to figure out she was not someone who scared easily.
“I don’t know what your experience has been with other attorneys,” Kate said in an even, nonjudgmental tone, “but my firm doesn’t pay witnesses for their testimony. We want the truth. If it’s what you testified to at Sally Pope’s trial we’ll have to deal with that. You, on the other hand, will have to live with Charlie’s death sentence if you help convict him and you’re lying.
“I don’t know if that would be easy for you to do, because I know very little about you, but I do know that you’ve suffered and, if you’re a normal human being, I can only hope that you would want to keep someone you know from suffering if you could help them without hurting yourself.”
“I’m not a charity, lady.”
Kate laughed. “I’ve read your rap sheet and a few police reports of your exploits, Mr. Rollins, so I know that’s for sure.”
Rollins hesitated for a moment. Then he smiled. “Yeah, I guess no one would ever confuse me with the Red Cross.”
“They did make for interesting reading,” Kate told him with a conspiratorial grin.
Rollins stopped smiling and his eyes lost focus. “I was something before this,” he said, pointing toward the place where his legs had been.
“Amen to that. And you’ll be something again when Charlie’s case goes to trial. Everyone will be listening to you because you will be a key witness in the case. My question is whether you’ll be the star witness for the state?”
Rollins took a thoughtful sip of beer, then stared at the table top. When he looked up his expression was serious.
“The DA ain’t going to like what I’m going to say. He’s gonna be pissed. But I owe him one because he forced me to lie about Charlie. The truth is I don’t know who shot the congressman. I saw him shot but I was looking at him and not at Charlie, the broad, Gary, or the nigger.”
“What about the gun? Did you see who had the gun?”
Rollins shook his head. “I heard it but I didn’t see it. The shot came from my right so that’s where I looked, but before I looked I heard the gun bounce off the ground and I never saw who tossed it.”
“So you have no idea who fired the shot? No one acted like they had?”
Rollins laughed. “You think I was playing Sherlock Holmes, looking at everyone with a magnifying glass and working out the clues? I know how cops think. They’d have taken one look at me and thrown away the key. Pope’s body hit the ground and Gary and I took off. So did everybody else.”
“Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Rollins,” Kate said.
“So, what happens next?” Rollins asked.
“Nothing from our end. You haven’t said anything that helps or hurts Charlie. Karl Burdett will probably be in touch soon because he’ll think you’re going to make his case. Tell him what you told me and he may threaten you but I don’t think he can do anything to you if you stick to your guns. Don’t take my word for that, though. I’m not a lawyer. I’d advise you to check with one before you talk to Burdett.”
Rollins nodded. “You paying for my beer or would that be some kind of bribe?”
Kate slapped fifty dollars on the table. “It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Rollins. Have some nachos on me.”
Kate blinked when she stepped into the sunshine. Dennis was right behind her. She was surprised that he had not tried to question Rollins for his magazine article. A key witness retracting his story was big news.
“How do you think that went?” Levy asked as they walked to the car.
“It couldn’t have gone better.”
Levy grinned. “My feeling exactly.”
Kate studied Levy closely. Something Rollins had said had gotten Levy excited but she had no idea what it was.
IT TOOK ALL of Dennis’s self-control to keep from bouncing in his seat from excitement during the ride to the airport, but he couldn’t keep his foot from tapping. Kate returned the rental car and they rode the shuttle to the terminal. Then they had to check in and go through security. By the time they got to their gate, Dennis was ready to explode.
“I’m going to hit the john,” he told Kate, forcing himself to sound calm. As he walked down the concourse toward the restrooms, he thought about what he was planning to do and he began to feel light-headed. As soon as he was certain Kate couldn’t see him, Dennis took a few deep breaths. Then he started to punch in Martha Brice’s number on his cell phone. Halfway through, he stopped. If he made the call, there was no turning back. Did he really want to do this? Sure he wanted to be rich and successful, but was this the way to get there?
Dennis’s courage failed him. He cut the connection. His heart was pounding in his chest. Thanks to Werner Rollins, he was certain he knew who had killed Congressman Pope, but how was he going to use that knowledge?
CHAPTER 40
Amanda had a tough time reconciling the colorful flower beds and emerald green lawns that encircled Sally Pope’s mansion and the clear blue sky above it with the bloodshed that had taken place inside. It seemed impossible that life could go on as if nothing had happened, when a tragedy of this proportion occurred, but violent death had been a large part of Amanda’s life long enough for her to know that it did. Even so, she was a little disoriented when her father parked in front of Sally’s home.
Moments after Frank rang the bell, the door was opened by a thick-chested man with unkempt red hair, who looked more like a lumberjack than a writer of literary fiction. He also looked exhausted and terribly sad.
“Thank you for coming,” Liam O’Connell said. “I would have gone to your office but I don’t want to leave Kevin alone. He’s very fragile and I need to be close by.”
“Don’t think about it,” Frank said. “It was no trouble for us to drive out.”
“Let’s talk in the den. I can’t go in there,” O’Connell said, nodding in the direction of the living room.
Amanda couldn’t help casting a quick glance toward the place where Sally Pope had died and she had sat sipping a cold drink and enjoying Sally’s company so recently.
“Do you know about Sally’s will?” the Irishman asked when they were seated in the den.
“No,” Frank answered.
“Jimmy Pavel drew it up. He told me that Kevin inherits everything but Sally named me his guardian.”
“That makes sense,” Frank said. “I visited her while you were in Berkeley. She told me Kevin is very fond of you.”
“It’s mutual. He’s a great kid.”
“On the phone you said you had a problem you wanted to discuss that involved the will,” Frank prodded.
“One of Arnold Pope’s lawyers called me. Pope wants custody of Kevin.”
“What exactly did the lawyer say?”
“There were condolences. Then there was some patter about how difficult it would be to raise a teenage boy by myself, given that I travel so much for my books and my teaching. All very sympathetic but I could see where he was going, so I told him it would be no trouble and I thanked him for his kind thoughts.”
“I’m guessing that the conversation didn’t end there,” Frank said.
“Oh, no. It went on some with a heavy emphasis on Mr. Pope’s concern for me and his grandson and the financial benefits that would accrue to me if I let Mr. Pope raise Kevin.”
“I bet the amount the lawyer mentioned was substantial,” Frank said.
O’Connell nodded. “And it grew as we discussed the matter.”
“What happened when you turned down the offer?”
“Ah, that’s when the threats commenced, all very subtle but unmistakable.”
“What type of threats?”
“A custody battle that would certainly be hard on the poor lad and which I, not being blood kin or even married to Sally, could not possibly win.”
“How did you respond?”
“I told the lawyer that Mr. Pope would be responsible for any psychological harm Kevin endured if he brought the suit and that his attempts to intimidate me or make m
e feel guilty had failed completely. Then I hung up.
“Fortunately, Sally foresaw the possibility of Pope trying something like this. There’s a provision in the will that specifies that under no circumstances may Arnold Pope Sr. be allowed to have any contact with Kevin. The will permits Kevin’s guardian to use estate funds to protect Kevin in case of a lawsuit, which brings me to my reason for asking you here. Sally had great faith in your legal abilities. She told me how you saved her when she was accused of murdering her husband and she told me how you stymied Mr. Pope’s first attempt to get custody of Kevin. I want you to stop him again.”
“It would be my pleasure, Liam. I can’t think of anything more harmful to Kevin than living with Arnold Pope Sr. I’ll do everything in my power to prevent it.”
O’Connell flashed a smile of relief and the tension that had bunched his shoulders dissipated. “Thank you, Frank. I knew you wouldn’t let Kevin down.”
“Or Sally. I know how much she detested Senior.”
Frank opened his attaché case and took out a legal pad. “If we’re going to prevail, we’ll have to convince the court that there’s no reason to overrule Sally’s wishes. Senior is going to go after you unmercifully, so you’ll have to tell me how he might attack your character and how we can defend it.”
“Mr. O’Connell,” Amanda interjected. “I came here with my father because I’m representing Charlie Marsh. What happened here may impact his case. I’d like your permission to talk to Kevin while you two are conferring.”
The Irishman hesitated.
“I know how badly he’s been affected. But Charlie Marsh is facing the death penalty and Kevin might know something that can help him. I promise I won’t push Kevin. I’ll back off as soon as I see the first sign of a problem. But I’d really appreciate the chance to try to find out if he knows anything that will help clear Charlie’s name.”
O’Connell sighed. “Kevin spoke with the police yesterday. He seemed able to handle it. Go ahead, but please be gentle. This has been awful for him.”
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