He smiles, as if he thinks that’s amusing as hell, even though he doesn’t. “What would possibly make you think I’m worried?”
“Because you’re sitting here. Your agents already asked me every question there was to ask. If you’re sitting here, it’s because you have a different agenda.”
“Okay,” he says. “Deal.”
“I’m not finished with the terms yet. You’re going to go to the judge with me, on the record or off, and tell him to reopen the trial.”
“You think I can tell De Luca what to do?”
“I think you can try. Now tell me something I don’t know.”
He pauses, as if trying to decide what to say. There’s no doubt that he knew even before he got here what he could and could not say; he’s probably under very specific orders about it. But his open pondering is to give the illusion that he is in charge.
“There has been a lot of chatter these last few months.”
I interrupt. “Chatter?”
“That’s spy talk meaning we hear stuff. A foreign entity has been very interested in the result of the Delaware trial.”
“Which foreign entity?”
“You don’t need to know that,” he says. “Let’s just say that it isn’t Switzerland or Luxembourg. It’s a country that we very much do not want to have WMDs.”
“And is that what this is about? This chatter?”
“It’s very possible,” he says. “Which makes this a little bigger than Noah Galloway.”
I shake my head. “That’s not how the system works. I’m his lawyer; for me there’s nothing bigger than Noah Galloway. How long have you known that this foreign stuff is tied to this case?”
“Not very long; in fact, we’re still not positive that it does. But you’re making a good case; we’re more willing to see all possibilities than a jury is.”
“Tell it to the judge.”
He nods. “Now tell me what I don’t know.”
“There’s a cottage blackmail industry that’s been thriving; Loney was one of the people behind it. They find things out about people, or they do them very illegal favors. Either way they’ve got them from that point on, and they extract favors from them. Judge Holland was one of those people; Alex Bauer was another.”
“And they told Holland how to rule in that case?”
“I’m sure they did. Alex Bauer told me so.” I feel as if I can break the confidentiality of what Bauer told me; being dead means he doesn’t require protection.
“Give me a name besides Loney,” Mulcahy says.
“Brett Fowler. He’s a political consultant in D.C. He either killed Bauer or had it done.”
Mulcahy doesn’t take any notes; he either knows Fowler or has confidence in his own memory. “What else?”
I don’t want to tell him about Judge Holland’s son. I don’t see how I could be risking national security in the process. It doesn’t matter what they were blackmailing Holland with; the important point is that they were doing it.
“Steven Lockman was an assayer employed by Milgram. He disappeared around the time of the fire, and was never heard from again.”
“You think he was in the fire?”
“I do. I’m speculating here, but I think he found something important, maybe on Milgram land, and the wrong people found out about it before his management did. They killed him, and used Bauer to get the company. But it took a long time.”
“The people we’re dealing with are patient,” he says. “We think in weeks; they think in decades.”
“Lockman’s last trip before he died was to Texas; he flew into Dallas. He went there twice, and Milgram has land in east Texas waiting to be drilled on.”
“It can’t be about oil,” he says.
“What about something dangerous, like uranium?”
He shakes his head. “No. Uranium can be had; it’s enriching it that’s the tough part.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond. “Thanks for this,” he says. “Set up the meeting with De Luca.”
I get a little anxious while waiting for a verdict.
At least that’s how I would describe it. Laurie sees it a little differently; she says I get “totally psychotic” and “unbearable to be with.”
I am not generally a superstitious person, but during a verdict-wait superstitions run my life. Everything I’ve ever done during this period on a case I’ve ultimately won becomes something I have to do each subsequent time. It’s exhausting.
I’m always pessimistic while waiting for a jury; but this time I’m even more sure we’re going to lose; I believe that if I were on the panel I’d vote to convict.
It’s the ultimate defense attorney’s nightmare. A client whom he likes and knows to be innocent gets convicted and spends year after year in jail. There is no question that a life sentence for Noah would mean one of my own as well.
Usually I have nothing to do other than wait, but this time is different. If we’re going to lose this trial, then we need to develop evidence that can exonerate Noah, or at least earn him a new trial. Focusing on the investigation at least takes my mind off the verdict. A little bit, anyway.
I spend some time on a computer trying to figure out what could possibly be on that land that could be of consequence to a foreign power looking to develop WMDs.
One of the things I examine is the possibility that certain plants or bacteria could be growing there, perhaps a rare growth that could be used to make biological or chemical weapons. So I spend hours reading scientific stuff online, only to discover I have no idea what I’m reading, or what I’m talking about.
“Let’s look at where we are,” I say to Laurie. “We know from Mulcahy that there is the potential for a country to be helped in its WMD program from Entech buying Milgram. It can’t be intellectual property; there’s no secret formula in the Milgram safe, with Entech now having the combination.”
Laurie nods. “So it has to be something substantive, something tangible.”
“Right. Plus, I’m positive that Lockman’s disappearance ties into this. And Lockman’s profession was to analyze what materials are in the ground. I don’t know what that material is that is so important, but it doesn’t matter for our purposes. We just know it’s there, and that Entech now owns it.”
“This is the endgame for the bad guys,” Laurie says. “All the other blackmails were small potatoes. Killing off Bauer, and especially Loney, means that they want to eliminate everyone who knows anything. The payoff from this is big enough that they are willing to dismantle the operation.”
“What about the people physically taking the stuff out of the ground?” I ask, knowing the answer as I ask the question.
“I wouldn’t want to be holding their life insurance policies.”
“Ricci behind this?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I could be wrong, but I don’t think so. I think he provided the muscle, and maybe some financing, but that’s it.”
“Why didn’t he get revenge for Loney?” I ask.
“Maybe he did. Or maybe Petrone got him to back off. That’s still to be learned.”
“So where are we?”
She thinks for a minute. “I’m not sure, but I know where we should be. East Texas.”
Laurie, Marcus, Hike, and Sam are on a flight to Dallas, when I get the call.
FBI lawyers have petitioned De Luca to grant status to address the court in camera this afternoon. That literally means “in a chamber,” but in the non-Latin world means “in private.” De Luca has granted the request, which was a formality. The meeting is called for two P.M.
We had no real strategy for sending the “east Texas delegation,” even Laurie admitted that. We just felt that was where the real action was, so that’s where they should be. I would have gone along, but I needed to be here to deal with the court.
They’re going to drive around the land owned by Milgram, which is now owned by Entech. It’s an enormous area to cover, and the chances of them actually hitting on something are minute. They’ll ask people about unusual activity, but chances are what is going on does not seem unusual to anyone.