“Why now?”
“You have brought back the whole thing for me. After your boy talked to me I can’t sleep. I was broke and I was going to go to Reno to pawn it. Then-I realized I couldn’t do that. I almost threw it in a trash can, but I kept thinking about her. Maybe the gun was important. So I said to myself, Okay, let’s see if they find the killer without this. I’ll just keep it. And they haven’t found him, and I have this thing which is like a tool of a demon, like it’s on fire in the secret place where I kept it. And you come. That’s all.”
Nina couldn’t quite believe this story. “Who has handled this gun?”
“No one but me. Oh well, I can always go to Vegas. Even if Mr. Bova-”
“You think Mr. Bova will fire you? Why would he?”
She brought her face close and hissed, “You really want to know? You want to know why I kept the gun?”
“Tell me.”
“What if he shot the lady? What if he was the robber?”
“He was in Sparks that night,” Nina said.
“That’s what he said.”
“His girlfriend agrees. So do several neighbors who saw him there that night.”
She got very still. “Really? He really didn’t do it?”
“So you thought you were protecting him?” Nina said. “Weren’t you afraid if he found out he would hurt you, if you thought that?”
“How would he find out?” Meredith said. “I wasn’t going to say anything. I wasn’t protecting him. I was protecting my job. And now I look stupid. Oh well. I took the gun and I kept it. I thought I could sell it someday, and I thought maybe my boss did the shooting. If he went to jail, he would have had to sell the motel.”
“His alibi is as solid as Hoover Dam,” Nina said.
“Okay, you see? I’m stupid. I’m mixed up. I have been very, very poor in my life. And now I’m very, very cold.”
“Thanks,” Nina said.
Meredith said, “You’re welcome.”
27
NINA DROVE TO THE COURTHOUSE COMPLEX on Johnson Boulevard. Snow lay heavy on the fir boughs. The sky had turned iron-hued. It was disorienting, this sudden change from blue and green to whites and grays. Traffic was building on the highway as the skiers poured out of their knotholes in the valleys below the Sierra, drawn to the mountains like carpenter ants to fine woodwork. The snow came over the tops of her heels and her feet froze.
The police department was right next door. Sergeant Cheney came out and escorted her to his office. Still standing, she placed the bag carefully on his desk and said, “I haven’t touched it. It’s the gun that killed Sarah Hanna.”
Cheney looked at the bag as though it contained scorpions, then, gingerly, pulled it open at the top and peeked inside. He picked up the phone and said, “Is the forensics tech still around? Send him in. Tell him to bring an evidence kit.”
While they were waiting, he said, “Where’d you get it?”
“The clerk at the Ace High Lodge picked it up off the ground right after the shooting.”
“She’s been hiding it all this time?”
“She didn’t want to get into trouble.”
“She made her trouble worse.” He made another call.
He gave her a speculative look. “You know, we’re going to have to make you an honorary member of the police department if you keep this up. ’Course, there are a few officers you’ve crushed on the witness stand who might differ with me.”
“It is an interesting change from criminal-defense work,” Nina said.
“You’re as persistent as a horsefly on a hot day. It’s been a bitch of a case. If you hadn’t come charging in, I don’t know where we’d be.”
The tech knocked and came in, carrying rubber gloves, a digital camera slung around his neck, and a small case.
“It’s the weapon. Hanna case. Or so we have heard.”
“Fantastic,” the man said. He took a picture of the white plastic grocery bag on the desk and said, “Why not bring it down to the evidence room?”
“Because I think it has been enough places already, and I’m not going to join the chain of custody. You take charge of it. I haven’t even opened the bag. Let me know when you’re finished.”
“I hear you, brother.” He asked questions, put on the gloves, took the gun out, and took more pictures.
“It’s a good old Saturday night special,” Cheney said.
“Six-shooter. Thirty-eight caliber.”
“How many left in the chamber?”
The tech picked up the gun with a latex-gloved hand and examined it. “Three.”
“So if it was fully loaded, three shots,” Cheney said.
“I bet you got A’s in arithmetic. Okay, I’m gonna tag it.” He made Nina sign the tag with the date, time, and place, and left with the gun. As soon as it left the room, she felt better.
“I’ll call this the Tahoe gun,” Cheney said. “Two guns down, this gun and the one that killed Chelsi Freeman, one still to find, the Heddesheim gun. The German police have it. They tell me that it was probably a Sig, a target pistol, a single-action semi-auto. This guy must spend half his time at gun stores.”
“Now we know why he had to buy another one,” Nina said. “He left the Tahoe gun at the scene of the robbery, and Meredith grabbed it.”
“And he couldn’t bet on getting the second gun through customs, so he bought the Sig under the table over there. How about a cup of water?” Cheney said. “I’m taking your statement now.”
“I have court in”-she consulted her watch-“twenty minutes.”
“We’ll call the judge’s clerk.”
“Twenty minutes,” Nina said. “Flaherty waits for no one. My client needs me there. I’ll finish up later if I have to.”
It took less time than that.
When she was finished, Cheney turned off the tape and said, “I’m going to bust her ass. For withholding this evidence. For touching that gun. For sitting two miles away with this thing for two years. For keeping me out late tonight when my wife is making gumbo in honor of the season.”
“She makes gumbo?”
“Every year, at the first snowfall. I love winter. I’m so happy it’s here.”
“Why?” Nina asked.
“Because it buries everything until spring. Everything but this case. This case is hereby pried wide open.” He gave Nina a hard look. “Aren’t you going to plead for the girl? Show mercy, et cetera et cetera, tell me how she came through in the end?”
“No,” Nina said. “Nail her. Three more people have died.” She got up. “Next case,” she said. “See you later.”
“I’ll walk you out. Oh, by the way.” He walked down the hall with its awful lighting and ushered her into the lobby. “ Germany got a hit on the fingerprint in Heddesheim.”
It was like being hit in the head. “Ohh,” Nina moaned.
“What’s the matter?”
“Headache.”
“I’m sorry. I really am. I couldn’t help wanting to spring it on you. My wife says I have a little sadistic streak. We have a name. Leland Moss Flint. Aka Lee. He attended Annapolis and graduated in 1984. If we’re lucky, we’ll have another print of his on this gun.”
“Lee Flint,” Nina said. It was such a short, sweet name to give her such a sharp pain in the head. “Where is he?”
“We’ll know soon. You all right?”
“I’m having an existential moment. Lee Flint killed so many people, Sergeant. It’s almost frightening to hear his name.”
“We’ll find him now.”
“You won’t have to look far,” Nina said. “He’s here at Tahoe.”
“How do you know that?”
“I just know. And he’s desperate.”
She called Dave Hanna after court. It was Roger she wanted to call, but she reminded herself that you don’t pick your clients and went ahead.
He sounded slightly, but not dispositively, blitzed. “Yeah?”
“It’s Nina.”
“Wait, let me sit down. Okay. What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything. I want to post you on the progress in your case.”
“How bad is the blizzard?”
“We’re going to get more than the prediction. The whole town’s celebrating.”