“I’ll do what I can.”
“Pardon me for being the voice of reality,” Jones said, “but I know for a fact that Ray Goldman’s defense fund ran dry a long time ago. He hasn’t got a dime to his name and he hasn’t worked for seven years.”
Ben and Christina exchanged a look. “Jones-”
“Forgive me for being so venal, but some of us like to eat regularly. Maybe we should let Indigent Appeals handle this. Are we going to make any money?”
“I don’t know,” Ben said, “and frankly, I don’t care. Not at the moment, anyway. We can worry about practicalities later. First and foremost has to be the appeal. This is our last chance.”
He looked at each of them, a grim expression set on his face. “Our time is running out. And if our time runs out-so does Ray’s.”
“C’mon, Baxter,” Mike implored. “We were just shootin’ the breeze.”
“Bull. You were shooting off your mouths, as a metaphor for shooting off something else.”
“We were only having a little fun.”
“That was not fun. That was not fun for me at all.”
“Well… I’m sorry. But it was harmless.”
“It was not harmless!” She whirled around, jabbing the heel of her palm into his chest. They had walked to the stairwell between the third and fourth floors of the downtown headquarters building. The stairwell was reasonably secluded, but whenever Baxter shouted, it echoed tremendously. Mike suspected the mayor could probably hear what she said three stories down.
“It was not remotely harmless. It was damaging to my reputation.”
“Aw, no one takes that stuff seriously.”
“I do! I’m new here, in case you haven’t noticed. I’m still trying to fit in, to make friends. And I can’t do that when you’re running around trashing me.”
“No one was trashing you.”
“Just shut up and listen. You’re one of the senior men in the department. People look up to you. If you act like you like me, or at least accept me, they will, too. But if you act like I’m a joke-then I will be.”
“I think you overrate my importance.”
“I know how it works. I’ve seen it happen before. And I’m not going to let it happen again!”
Mike dug his fists deep into his coat pockets. “Could we just… calm down here? If I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Let’s just forget it happened and-”
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’d-what?”
“You’d like to forgive and forget, since you have nothing to forgive. Let me tell you something, buddy. It ain’t gonna be that easy.”
Mike’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I told you I wouldn’t put up with any sexist crap, and I meant it. You’re going on report.”
“Now wait just a minute!”
“Too late, chumley. Too damn late.”
“I have not done anything inappropriate.”
She smiled. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”
“Baxter, if you file a report on me, it could screw up my whole career.”
“Well, I guess you should’ve thought of that before you started talking about your partner’s panties, huh?”
Mike threw up his hands. “Fine. Do your damnedest. No one will take you seriously.”
“Wrong as rain, slick. They don’t have any choice. In case you haven’t heard, sexual harassment is against the law. I could sue the department for big bucks and they know it.”
“Sexual harassment! We didn’t even know you were in the room!”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s called creating a hostile environment. And you and your buddies were in there doing it big time.”
“I can’t believe this!” Mike bellowed. “How in God’s name did I get saddled with such a miserable-”
“Go on, say it,” she dared. “Give my report a blockbuster finish.”
“Arrrgh!” Mike pounded his fists against the wall. “I can’t believe this!” He whirled around. “Was this all you wanted?”
“Actually, no. I wanted talk about the Faulkner case.”
“That case is closed. Forget about it.”
“I don’t want to forget about it. I think you’re wrong.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“I don’t know why you’re so anxious to close this investigation.”
“If you’d seen as many suicides as I have-”
“But this one’s different.”
“They’re all different.”
She grabbed his arms and forced him to face her. “Would you listen to me?”
“I guess that would keep you from starting your report.”
“You know as well as I do that women almost never use guns to commit suicide.”
“Who’s being sexist now?”
“It’s true. Women use poison or pills or slit their wrists in the tub. Which, by the way, she had been in, minutes before her death. There was a razor close at hand. Why would she get out, get a gun, and blow her head to bits? It’s just not what a woman would do!”
“Sometimes people don’t act according to the statistics. Sometimes people do strange things. And this woman was obviously not thinking clearly.”
Baxter held tight to his arms. “Second, her body was found naked.”
“Thanks, I picked up on that already.”
“Doesn’t that seem strange?”
“No. She just got out of the bath.”
“And shot herself? Without putting any clothes on? No way.”
“Why not?”
“Because the one thing a woman knows with absolute certainty when she kills herself is that eventually her body is going to be found. Does she want to be found naked?”
“Evidently she didn’t care.”
“C’mon, Morelli, work with me here. There was evidence at the crime scene that she had just shaved her legs and underarms. That she painted her nails. She does all that to make herself look better-but then shoots herself without putting any clothes on? It just won’t wash.”
“Once again, I will remind you that the woman obviously was not entirely rational. I’ll also remind you that we found marijuana at the scene and that it was in her bloodstream. She was high. You can’t expect her to behave normally.”
“What is this, a scene from Reefer Madness? No joint is going to make a woman so strung out she forgets to dress!”
“I’m sorry, Baxter. I admire your enthusiasm-sort of-but I don’t agree with your conclusion.”
“The gun was still in her hand.”