“The day I told Karl Burdett that Charlie was returning to Oregon, he copied his file. No one in the DA’s office knows anything about that copy, so who did he give it to? The only person who would be that interested would be Senior.”
“And you think Pope told Rose when Marsh was flying in?” O’Connell asked.
“Who else would Burdett have spoken to?”
“Will the police arrest Rose?”
“Not unless they dig up more evidence,” Amanda said as she packed the last of her papers in her attaché case and headed out of the courtroom. “You can’t get an indictment with guesses.”
“That was straight out of Perry Mason,” Dennis Levy said as soon as Amanda stepped into the hall.
“Except Rose didn’t break down and confess. In real life, Dennis, witnesses deny, deny, deny, no matter how much evidence you throw at them.”
“Then why did you cross-examine him like that?”
“To create doubt in the judge’s mind about Senior’s suitability as a guardian and to drive a wedge between Senior and Rose that might be useful at Charlie’s trial.”
“Would you give me an exclusive interview about the custody case? If I write this up now I can get my story in this week’s edition of World News.”
“Sure, Dennis,” Amanda said as soon as Liam and Frank were out of earshot. “I wanted to talk to you about the photograph from the Dunthorpe seminar, anyway.”
Dennis turned pale. “What photograph?”
“Please don’t play games with me. Kate saw it when she went through the file but it wasn’t there after you went through the file. I know what it shows. I’ve seen the original. If you return it to me with any copies you’ve made I’ll let you stay on the inside in Charlie’s case. Keep the photograph and I will do everything in my power to make sure that someone else writes Charlie’s book. So, what will it be?”
“You can’t intimidate me,” Dennis said, but the quiver in his voice contradicted his words.
“Blackmail is a felony, Dennis.”
“What are you talking about?”
Amanda stared hard at Levy. Sweat formed on the reporter’s brow.
“I’m going to my office. When you know what you’re going to do, let’s talk. You’ve been telling everyone what this book will do for your career, the notoriety you’ll achieve, the money you’ll make. Achieve your fame and fortune honestly, Dennis. Give back the photo.”
Amanda turned and walked away. Dennis watched her leave. He suddenly realized that he was shaking. There was a bench a few feet away. He needed to sit down. Then he needed to decide what he was going to do.
CHAPTER 46
Tony Rose was desperate to talk to Arnold Pope but reporters mobbed him when he left the courthouse and hounded him all the way to his car. Rose barely avoided destroying a reporter’s handheld microphone when he slammed the door of his Ferrari. He was wondering if he could back out of his parking space without running over someone when the reporters suddenly disappeared. Rose looked out of his back window and saw the mob rushing toward the courthouse to ambush Pope and Derrick Barclay.
Rose had no idea what was going on in Pope’s twisted mind, but he knew that he had to convince Senior that Jaffe’s accusations were crazy. He closed his eyes and followed the deep-breathing routine he’d used to calm himself during tense moments in his tennis matches.
Pope’s limousine stopped in front of the courthouse and Barclay helped his employer into the backseat. They were probably going to Pope’s estate. Rose was debating the wisdom of following the limo when his cell phone rang.
“Mr. Pope wants you at the house at ten o’clock tonight,” Derrick Barclay said in that imperious tone that set Rose’s teeth on edge.
“He doesn’t think…?” Rose started, but Barclay had already hung up.
Rose swallowed hard and reversed out of his space. He was so intent on his problems that he didn’t notice Pierre Girard’s nondescript brown Toyota follow him out of the lot.
AT EXACTLY TEN o’clock, Tony Rose parked his Ferrari in front of Arnold Pope’s mansion. He was still shaken by the summons. Rose made a lot of money but he’d spent plenty over the years. His cars and his houses cost a fortune to keep up and he was always inches away from bankruptcy. Only his king-size salary and overly generous bonuses kept the wolf from his door. That’s why he’d agreed to kill Charlie Marsh and Sally Pope. Senior had known he was a marksman when he suggested the hits to Rose. When Rose balked, Senior used the threat of firing him from Mercury as the stick and a seven-figure payoff disguised as a bonus for his work as Mercury’s president as the carrot.
Now Rose felt helpless. Who knew what Senior was thinking after hearing the ravings of O’Connell’s lunatic attorney? If Pope believed everything Jaffe said he might kick him out of Mercury and he’d be back where he was when the Westmont fired him. And he had nothing with which to bargain. He couldn’t threaten to implicate Pope without implicating himself. Besides, the police would only have his word that Senior was involved.
When he could put it off no longer, Rose got out of the car and walked to the front door.
“What does he want?” Rose asked Derrick Barclay as Pope’s lackey led him to the back of the house.
“You’ll have to ask Mr. Pope.”
The first thing Rose noticed when Barclay opened the door to the den was that the heavy curtains were drawn and the only light came from the low-wattage bulb in Senior’s desk lamp, leaving Pope’s features cloaked in shadow.
“Come in,” Pope ordered from his seat behind his desk. Tony had taken a few steps into the room when he heard the door close behind him. He started to turn but his feet tangled in the drop cloth that Barclay had spread over the floor at Pope’s request. Tony looked down and realized that every square inch of the beautiful hardwood flooring was covered.
“You killed my boy,” Pope said.
Rose’s head jerked up. “No, Mr. Pope. You can’t believe what that lawyer said. She was just trying to prejudice the judge. That was nonsense. Why would I hurt Junior?”
“As soon as she said it I knew it was the truth. I sent those photographs to Junior so he’d show some spine and get rid of that bitch, but she couldn’t have planned to kill Arnie, because she didn’t know he was coming to the Westmont. And my investigators told me that Marsh is a coward. But the gun was found where he was standing and he’d been fighting with Junior and he ran away. All these years I was certain that Marsh killed Arnie. Now I know I was wrong.”
“It wasn’t me. I swear it wasn’t me.”
“Were you in the crowd like Jaffe said?”
“That’s true.”
“Then why did you lie to Jaffe’s investigator and say you were at your car?”
Rose broke out in a sweat. “I didn’t want her to know I was anywhere near Arnie.”
“Did you think you were the only witness Jaffe would have interviewed? Didn’t it dawn on you that someone else could have seen you?”
“I was under a lot of stress when Jaffe’s investigator talked to me. That was the day before Marsh returned to Oregon. I was thinking about the best way to take care of him, just like you wanted. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“Is that your excuse for shooting my boy?”
“I didn’t. I saw Epps fighting and I saw him kick that guard. If he had that gun it must have dropped out earlier, because I never saw a gun come out of his waistband and I never saw a gun on the ground near where Epps was fighting. You have to believe me.”
“Well, I don’t,” Pope said. “And even if I did, you’re the only person who can link me to Sally’s murder and the attempts on Marsh.”
Suddenly, Tony realized that the drop cloth was covering the floor so his blood wouldn’t stain Pope’s precious hardwood. That flash of insight occurred simultaneously with the flash from the muzzle of the gun Derrick Barclay had aimed at his brain while Senior was distracting him.