donât find that amusing,â Patsy Feiffer said, without looking at Allie.
âYou think itâs suggestive and could be construed as sexual harassment?â J.J. said.
Patsy did not reply.
âYou think itâs an inappropriate story to tell in the middle of a murder trial?â
âYes.â
âYou would prefer full focus on
The People
v.
Toledo.
â
âYes.â
âFull attention on his motion for a continuance?â
âYes.â
âSo we can stiffen Tadeusz Lynchâs backbone?â
âYes.â
âAnd make sure his story rhymes?â
âYes.â
âYou donât think Murray Lubin would welcome that motion? You donât think heâd love a continuance so he could gin up his own line on Mr. Lynch?â J.J. let the question sink in. âGive Murray two more days and he would rip Lynchâs heart out.â Patsy started to speak, then stopped. âWe donât give him that chance. We put Lynch on first thing. He places the murder weapon in Bobby Toledoâs hand. Murray maybe gives him a bloody nose, but thatâs all, nothing we canât handle, Tadeusz is back in leg irons and on the bus home to Durango Avenue before the afternoon break.â J.J. looked from Patsy to Harvey. âAny objections?â Neither spoke. âDidnât think so. See you in court.â
Patsy closed the evidence trunk and wrestled it to the floor. When she opened the door, J.J. said, âPatsy, could you get me a bottle of water and put it under my chair.â Patsy hesitated, her back stiffening. She did not turn around. âAnd make sure itâs cold.â
Patsy maneuvered the wheels of the trunk over the door saddle and let the door slam behind her.
After a moment, Allie said, âWhat did that story about Wendell X . . .â
âZ . . .â
â. . . have to do with the Toledo case?â
âNothing. I just thought the tension level needed to be lowered a bit.â
âGood thinking. It really did the trick for Patsy.â
âSarcasmâs not your long suit.â
âI thought you were giving yourself time to figure out why a continuance motion was a crappy idea. Say something. Isnât that what you told Patsy?â
J.J. rose and slipped his jacket on. âOn the money.â He stared at her for a moment. âMax Cline might turn you into a pretty good lawyer.â
âWhen Max told that story, Wendellâs name was X. Mustafa X.â
J.J. smiled. âItâs a courthouse classic. I was betting Patsy had never heard it. And Harveyâs brain-dead.â
âYouâre a real shit.â
âAgreed.â
MAX
Allie gave me chapter and verse later, after a class in cross-examination in my role as mentor-savant to the less than privileged, the not quite Caucasian, and the first-language-anything-but-English minorities who were my students at Osceola Community.
âWhy was he so beastly to whatâs-her-name?â
âPatsy.â
âSoftening her up?â
Allie shrugged.
âSo that sheâs
soooo
surprised when she winds up in the kip with him?â
Another shrug.
âThat his MO with you?â
âMOs donât work with me, Max. Just a good stiff dick.â
CHAPTER FOUR
The wardenâs office at the state penitentiary on Durango Avenue overlooked the visitorsâ parking lot. On the wall opposite the wardenâs desk, there were monitors showing each cellblock, and in the death-row holding cell a ceiling camera recorded what promised to be the last hours of Percy Darrowâs life.
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âA matter of some dispute, Charley,â J.J. McClure said. âThomas Alva Edison was in the running. A direct-current man. George Westinghouse favored alternating. AC and DC. Each trying to corner the electricity market. Capitalism at work. Edison juiced a
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