Sunset Express

  Joe let the door close, and then he and I followed Ray and Worley into the bathroom and pressed against the door. We heard voices and curses and a woman’s nervous laughter, and then I said, “That’s it, Luke. Showtime.”

  I dragged Worley out, and we used the card key to open the door again as Pike turned off the alarm. I pushed Worley through white smoke and said, “That’s a minute, forty-five. The clock is running.”

  Joe and Ray scrambled in behind us, Joe taking a dousing blanket from the gym bag and pulling on heavy gloves to recover the smoke canister. Leave no evidence. They stayed at the door and Worley led me into an office. He said, “This used to be mine. Sharon must’ve taken it.” A Macintosh computer was up and running on the desk, as if she’d been in the middle of something when we pulled the alarm. I said, “Ninety seconds. They’ll be asking each other what happened. They’ll be wondering why the alarm stopped and wondering if they should come take a look.”

  Worley closed the files that were on-screen and opened others. A case log heading that read MARTIN, THEODORE appeared on the screen along with a list of topics. He grinned and slapped the desk. “Y’see. Fuckin’ magic. It’s all right here.” Like we were on the same team, now. Like he’d forgotten that we’d had to put a gun to his head.

  “Print it and open Green’s personal file.”

  Worley frowned. “Whaddaya mean, personal file?”

  “Letters, bills, work product, anything that has his name on it.” I went to the door and looked at Pike. The canister was out, but a heavy mist of white was spreading through the office as the smoke settled. I said, “C’mon, Luke. Sixty seconds.”

  Worley frowned harder. “Faster if I disk it.” He could tell I didn’t know what he was talking about. “I’ll just dupe it onto a disk. It’s faster than printing.”

  “Do it.”

  Ray stepped into the door. “We’ve got voices on the other side of the door.”

  Worley slapped in a disk. He punched buttons.

  I said, “You’d better not be screwing with me, Luke.”

  “Jesus Christ, I’m almost done.” His eyes were big again. “Okay, now! We’ve got it! That’s everything!”

  He ejected the disk, and we hurried through the smoke in the outer office to the rear stairs and took them down to the parking level. I was sweating hard, thinking we might meet a blue coat or a maintenance man taking the back way up, but we didn’t. Luck.

  We crossed the parking garage and got into the Porsche and drove back to Lucas Worley’s condominium. It was dark when we got there. No one had thrown up a road block to stop us, and a phalanx of police cars hadn’t chased us in hot pursuit. I’d never seen a phalanx before, but I was happy to avoid the experience. I said, “You did okay, Luke, but there’s one other thing.”

  He looked at me. The four of us were still in the Porsche, sitting there in his carport.

  I said, “You’re going to keep your mouth shut about this. You’re not going to tell your buddies. You’re not going to brag to your girlfriend. We clear on that?” I was pretty sure that he would, eventually, but I wanted some time.

  Ray said, “DiVega still wants this fuckuh dead.”

  I ignored Ray. “We together on this, Luke?”

  Lucas Worley’s head bobbed. “I won’t breathe a word. I swear to Christ.”

  I held up the disk. “I’m going to check this stuff, and if it isn’t complete, or if I figure you’ve screwed me, I’m going to call DiVega. We together on that, too?”

  Luke flicked from Ray to Joe to Ray again. Ray was glaring at him. “Man, I copied everything. If it was there, you’ve got it. I swear.”

  Ray said, “DiVega said we should do what you say, but I know he don’t like it.”

  I looked at him, making a big deal out of the look so that Worley would see. “Tell Mr. DiVega that we’re even now. Tell him I said thanks.”

  Ray turned back to Luck and punched him once in the forehead, lightly.

  Worley said, “Ow!”

  Ray said, “You ever buy any more dope, we’ll hear about it. You ever sell dope again, we’ll be back. What happened here won’t matter a damn. You understand, Mr. Harvard Law?”

  Worley’s head snapped up and down like it was on a spring. “Hey, I’m retired. You tell Mr. DiVega. I swear.”

  Ray and Joe and I climbed out of the Porsche, left Lucas Worley sitting in his carport, and walked out to the street and back to our cars. Ray said, “Is this guy DiVega for real?”

  “Nope. I made it up.”

  Ray nodded. “I was trying to scare the little dip. Maybe wake him up.”

  “I know.”

  “That little sonofabitch will be dealing again inside the month.”

  “You can bet on it.”

  Ray thought about it. “If this fool goes back to dealing he’s gonna meet a real Mr. DiVega sooner or later.”

  “They always do.” We stopped at my car and shook hands. “Thanks, Ray. I appreciate the help.”

  Ray was staring back toward Worley’s condominium, looking more than a little sad. “Think of the waste. Goddamned Harvard.”

  “Yep.”

  Ray Depente took a deep breath, let it out, and then walked on to his car. I guess he just couldn’t understand how someone could turn his back on so much opportunity. I guess he’d be thinking about it most of the night.

  Pike and I watched him leave, and then we drove back to my house.

  30

  We drove directly to my home, me in my car, Joe following in his Jeep, anxious to see if we had anything that Anna Sherman could use. It was eight-twenty when we arrived, and Lucy and Ben were snuggled together on my couch, watching what looked to be a Discovery Channel program about African plains game. The cat was watching the TV, too, but from the edge of the loft. He still didn’t like Lucy and Ben much, but at least he wasn’t growling.

  Ben said, “They’re home! Hi, Joe.”

  Joe said, “Hey, bud. You want to show me how to boot up this Macintosh?”

  “Sure.” Ben jumped up and the two of them went to the Mac. The cat stopped watching the television and started watching Joe. He began kneading his paws, but he still did not come down.

  Lucy held up her hand, and I took it. She said, “I’m still not going to ask where you’ve been or what you’ve been doing.”

  I kissed her nose. “Damnedest thing. Joe and I found a computer disk on the street. We suspect that it contains contracts and business agreements between Jonathan Green and Theodore Martin.” I held it up and showed her.

  Lucy closed her eyes and slumped back miserably on the couch. “God. For sure I don’t want to know.”

  “Of course, we won’t know where it leads until we review what’s here, and it would probably help to have an attorney decipher the stuff.”

  Lucy buried her face in her hands. “I’ll be disbarred. I’ll go to jail.”

  Joe said, “We’re ready.”

  I went over to the Mac. “Yeah, you’re right, Luce. Better stay over there out of the way.”

  Lucy jumped up and hurried around the couch to join us. “Oh, hell. It won’t hurt to peek over your shoulder.”

  We fed the disk into the computer and opened the files. The list of available documents pertaining to Teddy Martin’s representation was lengthy. Lucy leaned past me and tapped her nail on the screen. She had put on her reading glasses. “Most of this probably has to do with billing. You want the retainer agreement.”

  I looked at Lucy. “I thought you wanted no part in this.”

  She took a half-step back and showed her palms. “You’re right. Forget I said anything.”

  I turned back to the screen.

  Lucy said, “But you still want the retainer agreement.”

  Ben went back to the couch. We found the retainer agreement files and opened them. There were three documents, the original agreement plus two amendments. The original agreement called for a flat fee of five hundred thousand dollars for Green to represent Teddy from th
e date of the agreement through final appeal, plus all expenses and costs related to the defense. The five hundred thousand was to be deposited into an escrow account of Jonathan Green’s choosing and dispensed in equal parts between signing, pretrial hearing start date, pretrial finish date, main trial start date, and main trial finish date, with the ongoing balance payable on demand should the case be dismissed for any reason. I looked at Lucy and she shrugged. “Looks pretty ordinary.”

  Pike’s face was dark. “Five hundred grand. Ordinary.”

  I said, “Yeah. But these guys work for it.”

  Lucy knuckled me in the ribs, and then we opened the amendments. Lucy made a soft, whistling sound, and said, “I guess the price of justice went up.”

  The first amendment transferred the functional ownership of the entirety of Theodore Martin’s business holdings, known corporately as Teddy Jay Enterprises, Inc., as well as Theodore Martin’s personal property, into twenty-six different escrow accounts under the control of the Law Offices of Jonathan Green. The list of property and assets went on for pages and included fourteen specific restaurants, the real property associated with same, Teddy’s Benedict Canyon mansion, plus homes, apartment buildings, and commercial property in Palm Springs, Honolulu, Denver, and Dallas. Approximate values had been given to each holding, and the total valuation was listed as one hundred twenty million dollars. I said, “Is this legal?”

  Lucy scrolled through the document, lips parted, the screen reflected in her glasses. “Free enterprise, Studly. It looks like the parties renegotiated Green’s fee for services, and who cares if it’s akin to hyenas feeding on the bones of the dead?”

  I looked back at the screen and shook my head. There were retirement accounts and bonds and stock portfolios. “Jesus Christ, Green’s getting everything.”

  She continued scrolling. “Appears so.” Then her breath caught and the scrolling stopped. “This is odd.”

  “What?”

  She touched the final paragraph of the amendment. “These things are in escrow, but they’re payable to Green only in the event that the charges against Teddy are dropped, or that he is acquitted.” She shook her head. “This just isn’t done. No attorney would predicate payment on the outcome of a case.”

  Pike said, “This one did.”

  I nodded. “Sex and money. A hundred twenty million is an awful lot of motivation.”

  Pike leaned back, and the left corner of his mouth twitched. “Enough to use James Lester to plant phony evidence, and enough to convince Louise Earle to change her story so that the press and the public doubt Angela Rossi’s honesty.”

  I frowned. “I can see it with Lester, but you’re not going to buy Mrs. Earle. They had to threaten her in some way, and I’m wondering if maybe they’ve increased the threat.”

  Lucy stepped away from the Mac and took off her glasses. “I agree that you could argue motivation now, but there is nothing illegal about this agreement. It’s simply unusual. It could also be argued that Jonathan is willing to take the chance on an outcome-based payment because the funds are so large. The very thing that makes it unusual also makes it reasonable.”

  “You don’t think Anna Sherman would be interested?”

  Lucy spread her hands. “I’m sure that she would be interested, but what could she do? The California Bar certainly has no grounds for an investigation, and, unless there were some corroborating grounds for an investigation, neither does she.” She gestured at the Mac. “Besides, she couldn’t show this to anyone. It was illegally obtained.”

  I said, “Hey, we found it.”

  Lucy put on her glasses again and leaned past me to the keyboard. “Let’s see the final amendment.”

  The final amendment was less than a page. It simply deleted four personal accounts and a vacation home in Brazil from the second amendment and contained an order releasing the accounts and home from escrow, returning them to Teddy Martin’s control. Lucy said, “Mm.”

  “What?”

  She shook her head and took off her glasses again. I guess, “Mm,” meant nothing.

  She said, “I’m sorry. It’s still a stretch.”

  I looked at Pike, but Pike only shrugged.

  I scrolled back through the original contract, then through the amendments. I considered the dates. “Okay, how about this. The first agreement is legitimate. Teddy hires the best lawyer he can, and that’s Green. He’s thinking that if anyone can get him off, it’s Jonathan.”

  Lucy pulled over one of the kitchen stools and sat.“Okay.”

  “But as the blood evidence comes in from the police and FBI laboratories, and the investigation proceeds, things aren’t looking so good. Maybe Jonathan goes to him and says that they should negotiate a plea. Teddy freaks. He’s a spoiled, arrogant, egomaniac and he can’t imagine not beating this thing. I don’t know who mentions it first, maybe Jonathan, maybe Teddy, but someone floats the notion that there has to be a way to beat this thing, and if such a way were found it would be worth everything that Teddy Martin owns. One of them says it, and the other thinks about it, and then they agree. Maybe the actual plan is never discussed. Maybe the words are never spoken, but they both know what they’re talking about and the amendment is drawn, and then things begin to happen. Truly suggests James Lester; Kerris contacts Lester; Lester calls the tip line; I get put on the job. You see?”

  Joe shifted in his seat. “Reality begins changing.”

  Lucy crossed her arms and leaned forward. “Are you saying that Jonathan stays away from it?”

  “Sure. He’s got Truly. He’s got Kerris. He’s hidden by layers of people. Jonathan Green’s experience is that he has the ability to face twelve people and persuade them to accept the facts as he describes them. More often than not, the reality he constructs is false, but his entire experience is that he is able to convince a jury that this false interpretation is real.”

  Lucy sighed. “That’s what makes a great defense attorney.”

  “And Jonathan Green is one of the best. He’s very good at it, he’s very careful, and he leaves no direct evidence to link him to any crime.”

  Lucy was nodding. “But if what you’re saying is true, and he created Lester as a witness, why would he have him killed? Lester was the one link who tied Pritzik and Richard to Susan’s kidnapping and could testify to that end.”

  Joe said, “Green knew that we’d begun to suspect him of manufacturing evidence. Maybe he decided to eliminate Lester because he was scared that Lester would give him up.”

  I shrugged. “Or maybe Lester realized what he had. Maybe he went back to Green and threatened to spill the beans. Maybe that’s what he was talking about when he told Jonna about a big payoff coming in. Maybe he wasn’t talking about the hundred thousand dollar reward, maybe he was talking about whatever he could get by extorting Jonathan Green, only when he made the move and tried to put a gun to Jonathan’s head, Jonathan took care of the problem.”

  Lucy didn’t look convinced. “Or maybe he just slipped on a bar of soap.” She frowned at the look that I gave her. “Hey, bad luck happens.”

  I stared at her some more, and then I looked back at the Macintosh. Nothing on the screen had changed. Nothing had presented itself that irrefutably linked Jonathan Green to any wrongdoing. “That’s what makes this guy so good, I guess. Everything can be explained. None of it leads anywhere else.”

  Joe said, “No. It all leads back to the money, and Green doesn’t get the money unless Teddy beats the rap.”

  Lucy was staring at the computer again, the temple of her glasses against her teeth. She said, “Unless they aren’t planning to get to trial.”

  I shook my head. “There’s no way that the district attorney will drop these charges.”

  Lucy reopened the final amendment, the one that released accounts and property back to Teddy, and put on the glasses again. “A house in Brazil. A little less than ten million dollars in various holdings.” She stepped back and took off the glasses. “We have no extra
dition with Brazil. Why would Green release the money and the house? Teddy had already agreed to them as part of his fee.”

  Pike said, “Bail. They’re pushing hard for bail.”

  Lucy was nodding, clicking at her teeth again with her glasses. “I’ll bet he’s going to run. If he was willing to give up everything he owns to beat the charge, he’s willing to leave it behind. Do you see?”

  “Sure.” Maybe I should just sit with Ben and watch television. Let Lucy and Joe figure it out.

  Lucy said, “Maybe they’ve amended their agreement again, only this time not on paper. Maybe now it’s payable on bail.”

  I was nodding, too. Mr. Getting-on-Board. Mr. Getting-with-the-Program. “Why wouldn’t it be on paper?”

  Pike said, “Because payment on bail would indicate a foreknowledge of flight.”

  I stared at him.

  Lucy said, “Joe’s right. You two are in the picture and you’re making trouble. Lester was a problem, and that’s more trouble. Maybe Teddy and Jonathan are getting so pressed that they’re willing to take the chance on each other.”

  I was grinning. “So once Teddy has the money, he arranges a funds transfer to Brazil while he’s still in jail. Jonathan doesn’t have anything to do with it. Then, if he’s granted bail, he jumps. Teddy will have his freedom, and Green can deny any knowledge of Teddy’s proposed flight.”

  Lucy nodded. “That would work. Plus, any communication between the two is privileged and not admissible in court.”

  Pike said, “Ain’t justice grand.”

  I said, “Sonofagun,” and held up my hand and Lucy gave me a high five. It felt like we’d done something.