Will you really?
If I say I will, then I will. But keep in mind, eyewitness testimony isnt the gold standard it once was. So many things can taint a persons memoriesthe passage of time, the influence of the media or others recollections, even a fervent wish to have seen something different. And, of course, the promise of a load of cash can improve a persons memory in sudden and dramatic ways.
This was the height of rudeness. You think I would pay someone to Youre actually accusing me of
I am not accusing anyone, she said hastily. Just stating a few well-known facts about witness testimony in general. Im willing to hear the womans statement. But I will accept hard, physical evidence over witness testimony any day.
Are you saying an eyewitness to the crime wouldnt convince you to reopen a case?
I wont know until I actually talk to this Theresa. I mean, how will I know shes even the same person, since she had no documentation back then?
Well cross that bridge, trust me.
Thats just the problem. I dont trust you. I dont trust anyone with an ax to grind.
At least he and Jamie had that in common. Daniel didnt trust anyone, either, at least not beyond his senior staff at Project Justice and in his own home. He wouldnt begrudge Jamie that mistrust. All I ask is that you give the woman a chance to speak.
If shell call my office and make an appointment, Ill meet with her. Jamie popped the last bit of asparagus into her mouth, chewing with a satisfied expression.
This was the best Daniel could expect. Having reached the terms hed hoped for, it was time to end this meeting. He had learned long ago that once someone agreed with him, the best course of action was to get the hell away from them before he said or did something to change their mind.
But he was loath to send Jamie away. When was the last time he had shared a meal with a beautiful woman? He often grabbed a bite to eat with Jillian when they were on a tight schedule and she was helping him with some project or another, but that was different. She was practically a little sister. Hed known her forever and didnt think of her in sexual terms.
It was hard to look at Jamie and not think of sex. She had a strangely strong effect on him.
One of the worst things about being in prison had been the lack of female companionship of any kind, and hed always imagined that the first thing he would do if he regained his freedom was find a beautiful, willing woman and have sex for days on end.
It hadnt happened like that, of course. Once he got out, hed had to rebuild himself, physically and mentally, before he could even think about bringing another person into the mix. Then hed had to deal with the deaths of his parents, one right after the other, all while building his fledgling foundation and handling crisis after crisis at Logan Oil & Gas.
Jamie was the first flesh-and-blood woman to arouse him in a very long time.
I hope you left room for dessert, he found himself saying against his better judgment.
Jamie seemed to rouse herself from the pleasure induced by a superior meal. Oh, no, I dont have time for that.
Daniel reached for the hardwired phone that was nestled in a stone niche near their table. Cora, were ready for dessert, he told Claudes assistant when she answered. Whats on the menu today?
Tiramisu, Cora said. Ill get a couple of slices right down to you.
Tiramisu, he repeated for Jamies benefit.
I really have to go.
Another few minutes wont
No, I really have to go. She was much firmer this time as she scooted her chair out and found her feet.
Daniel was tempted to try to cajole her into staying for dessert. But he risked making her angry, and shed only just recently lost that tense, mulish expression and begun to speak to him as an intelligent human being, rather than a bug on the sidewalk shed like to squish.
Ill show you out, then, he said amicably. He picked up the phone again and pushed the Jillian buttonevery phone in the house had a Jillian button. After speaking briefly to his assistant, he showed Jamie back through his office where she grabbed her all-but-forgotten briefcase. They continued up the stairs and down the long hall that led to the front door.
Who are all these people? Jamie asked, nodding toward the portraits that lined the walls. Logan ancestors?
Good heavens, no. Most of my ancestors were Scottish peasants, not the kind who were immortalized by great artists. My grandfather bought most of these paintings as investments.
Your grandfather was a self-made man?
If you call discovering oil on your little piece of hardscrabble farm made and not lucky.
I imagine it takes a bit more than luck to build an empire the size of this one.
Some hard work, Daniel agreed. My father was never home for dinner. Worked himself to an early grave.
I take it thats not your philosophy.
Make no mistake, Jamie, I work hard. But I also take care of myself, and I insist my employees do, too. Whats the point of working yourself to a frazzleeven for something you care deeply aboutif youre not around to appreciate the fruits of your labor?
I guess people do it so their children will have the kind of life they didnt, Jamie said, rather philosophically.
Is that what your father did?
Oh, no. My father wanted me to live exactly the same life he did. An edge in her voice suggested disapproval.
He was a lawyer, too, I take it. A prosecutor? His research had told him Jamie was born out of wedlock and the father was out of the picture.
She didnt answer, and Daniel thought better of pursuing the subject. Theyd arrived in the foyer, and Jillian was there, clipboard in hand as well as a small, white cardboard box, which she handed to Jamie with a brittle smile.
Whats this?
Tiramisu. Something to nosh on if you get stuck in traffic again. Daniel didnt want you to miss it. Although our chef, Claude, is French, not Italian, he does an incredible job.
Thank you, Jamie said uncertainly.
No, thank you, Daniel said, meaning it. I know it was an imposition, driving out to River Oaks, but I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I believe in the end youll be glad you did.
She turned to face him, and that mulish expression had returned to her face. Mr. Logan. Best-case scenario for me is that youve wasted some of my time. Worst case, you make me look like an incompetent fool and possibly cost me my job.
I hope it wont come to that.
If youre right, that is exactly what would happen. Believe it or not, I would be willing to accept unemployment if you could prove Id made such a heinous mistake. But Im not willing to be made a fool simply because you have the money, and the clout, and the patience to get your way. I will not give in simply to be done with this. I will fight you every step of the way, no matter how good your freaking tiramisu is.
On that note, Jillian opened the front door for her, and Jamie stepped out into the blustery fall day toward her car.
Jillian closed the front door with a bit more force than necessary. Shes a real piece of work.
I thought she was fantastic! Intelligent, outspoken, passionate about her work
Jillian closed the front door with a bit more force than necessary. Shes a real piece of work.
I thought she was fantastic! Intelligent, outspoken, passionate about her work
And drop-dead gorgeous, Jillian observed drily. I dont suppose youre crushing on her, are you?
Jillian, please. Im well out of adolescence. I dont get crushes.
Whatever you call it, I hope you wont let it get in the way of what you have to do. Because to free Christopher Gables, you might very well have to crush one passionate, overzealous prosecutor.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED BACK THERE?
Jamies hands actually trembled as she put the car in gear and headed toward the gates that were, even now, opening for her. Shed walked into Daniel Logans home practically breathing fire, ready to dazzle him with her facts and her smart-ass wit. Instead, shed found herself ogling a half-naked man, sharing one of the best meals she could remember while the same man wore nothing but a bathrobe, and saying yes to something she never should have agreed to.
Now she was committed to giving Theresa Chavez an audience. And if the woman convincingly claimed to have witnessed someone other than Christopher Gables killing Frank Sissom, Jamie could not, in good conscience, dismiss the womans statement.
She would have to investigate. She would have to find out if it really was the same woman who discovered the body, then fled, and then determine if the woman was credible.
None of which would change the fact that Christopher Gabless fingerprints, and only his prints, were found on the murder weapon. But if she didnt perform due diligence, Daniel Logan would never leave her alone.
She knew how Project Justice operated, because quite a few cases prosecuted by her office had been overturned due to the persistence of the foundations people. Danielwho believed in this case so strongly that he had taken it on personallywould not give up until he was convinced beyond any reasonable doubt that his client really was guilty.
God, what a nightmare. Winston Chubb, the district attorney, wasnt going to be happy with this turn of events. And he would find a way to blame Jamie for it, she was sure. Winston always managed to grab the credit for anything good that happened, and passed the buck regarding anything bad.
On top of everything else, she could smell the tiramisu, faint threads of chocolate, vanilla and coffee. She ought to just throw the little white boxtied with a satin ribbon, for Gods sakeinto the first trash can she saw. The dessert was a symbol of everything that had gone wrong with that meeting, including her completely inappropriate physical reaction to the billionaire.
Imagine her, Jamie McNair, attracted to a convicted killer! But she was.
It was hard to visualize Daniel Logan killing anyone. Even knowing the facts, she hadnt felt the least bit uncomfortable alone in his presence, other than having to hammer down her libido.
But then, people had said that about Ted Bundy.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER, Jamie was back into her office and the little white box was empty, damn it.
Her day was shot. A pile of cases sat on her deskmostly routine plea-bargain requests from defense attorneys. She went through as many as she could, signing off on the reasonable ones, rejecting the more outrageous requests for repeat felons and violent offenders.
She spent an hour returning phone calls, talked to three different detectives regarding a felony assault case, then checked her schedule for the following day.
Jury selection for a drunk hit-and-run case in the morning; three appointments in the afternoon.
With fifteen minutes left of her official workday, Jamie did what shed known she would do all along. She opened the Gables/Sissom murder file and dug through a mountain of reports until she found the one from the crime lab regarding the evidence theyd processedbloodstains, fingerprints, the knife and, finally, the victims clothing.
Most of the details regarding the clothing had to do with bloodstainsincluding one tiny biological stain on the apron that hadnt belonged to the victim and had remained unidentified. But there was also a list of substances other than blood found on the victims shirt, which included olive oil, tomato juice, saltall the things once might expect to find on someone who spent time in a restaurant kitchen.
One finding, though, made Jamie stop: a black, powdery substance assumed to be from a laser printer or copy machine.
Assumed to be? Since when did crime-scene analysts assume anything? Probably the restaurant had a printer or copy machine, and since Frank Sissom was one of the owners, she had every reason to believe hed been in the office and changed a printer cartridge.
But a black, powdery substance could also be metal shavings. Damn it.
She called the guy whod signed the report, Eddie Goddard. Hed been working at the crime lab since Jamie was in high school, and though he was normally thorough and dependable, he still was not her favorite person. A card-carrying member of the Good Ol Boys Club, he didnt like women telling him what to do.
Eddie. I see youre working late like me. It was now well after five.
I was just heading out, actually. What can I do for you? He did not sound enthusiastic about adding any tasks to his To Do list.
I wont stop you from getting home in time for dinner, she promised, hoping to earn brownie points. But tomorrow morning, Im going to bring you a piece of clothing from the Frank Sissom case. I need some additional analysis on a certain stain.
Youre joking, right? That case is ancient.
Wish I was. But I need to shut somebody up before he goes to the press and makes our lives more miserable than they already are. A quick look-see under a microscope will probably do the trick. She hoped.
Okay, sure, he agreed in monotone.
Tomorrow morning, she would retrieve the actual physical evidence from the police, hand the victims shirt over to Eddie and pray that Theresa Chavez didnt call.
CHAPTER THREE
DANIEL, SORRY TO disturb you, but Jamie McNair is on line two.
The four men and two women seated in Daniels conference room looked surprised by the interruption, and it was no wonder; his staff knew not to disturb him during a Logan Oil & Gas board meeting. The company was largely responsible for maintaining Daniels personal wealth, and Daniel remained involved in the overall direction and philosophy of the company his grandfather had started.
The meeting was important, but Jamie took priority.
I have to take this call, Daniel said to the board as he rose. Shouldnt last more than five minutes.
When Jamie had left his home two days ago, Daniel hadnt been sure how, or even if, she would follow up. So he was a bit surprised and pleased that shed called him.
He stepped down the hall and into his private office, then picked up the phone.
Jamie. Good to hear from you.
Mr. Logan.
Damn, she didnt sound nearly as warm as hed hoped. Did Theresa get in touch with you? He already knew she had; hed personally seen to it. Hed even hired a car and driver to take her to the district attorneys office for an interview.
She did. And Ill be honest with you, she piqued my interest.
Then youll reopen the case, he said confidently.