“Why did James think The Tiger had the money?”
“I don’t know. Shortly after we found the bonds, Canino left Blaylock Legal and started teaching. Developed quite a rep for himself. I think maybe James resented that; it only reminded him of his own failures. And in his addled, booze-soaked brain—”
“He decided to go after The Tiger.”
“Yeah. Except The Tiger wasn’t there that day. He got some other schmuck instead.”
“That schmuck is my friend. And he almost got himself killed.”
“I don’t know why Canino wasn’t there. I haven’t seen him since that day.”
“I have,” Mike said somberly. “He’s dead.”
Fred nodded. “I figured as much. Hell, they’re all dead, now. All but me. And him.”
Mike peered at Fred with a sharp and steady eye. “You stole those bonds, didn’t you, Fred?”
He didn’t deny it. “Bribed a bank official, just as Tony had years before. Easy to bribe people when you’re about to become a multimillionaire. Cleaned me out, though. Left me with no way to run. No means of—escape.” He threw his head down. “Damn that accursed money, anyway. I wish I’d never taken it.”
“Most people would be tempted.”
“I was a fool. What the hell good is it? All that money ever did for Tony Montague was ruin his life and get him killed. And now the same thing’s going to happen to me.”
“Fred, when do the bonds come due? When can they be cashed in?”
Fred did not smile. “Tomorrow. If I live that long.”
The moment Ben and Christina hit the front door of Blaylock headquarters in Blackwood, they were met by two burly security officers who detained them and forcibly confiscated Ben’s briefcase—including the blue report inside.
Ben wasn’t especially surprised.
The security officers were gruff and threatening and went through most of the permutations of a good cop/bad cop routine. They frisked them, barked into their walkie-talkies, played with their weapons, talked about calling the police. Ben and Christina sat through it quietly. When the show was finally over, the guards escorted them up the elevator to Myron Blaylock’s private office.
Colby was waiting inside. “Kincaid, I always thought you were a lousy lawyer, but I never thought you were a criminal. Until now. Rest assured we plan to prosecute you to the full extent of the law.” Ben yawned. “I haven’t committed a crime.”
“You have stolen a confidential document from these offices.”
“No. It was delivered to me.”
“Then you are in receipt of stolen property. Also a crime.”
“It’s just paper. It has no intrinsic value.”
“It contains confidential trade secrets of incalculable value.”
“Bull. It contains dirty little secrets that you want kept under wraps.” Colby stiffened. “I warn you, Kincaid. If you try to exonerate yourself from your crime by making libelous accusations about me or this company, the law will come down on you hard.”
Ben looked Colby straight in the eye. “There’s no audience in the room, Charlton, so let’s put an end to this charade right now. You two boys have gotten caught with your pants down, and now you’re going to pay the price.” Ben marched into the office, with Colby close behind.
“That so-called report is a pack of lies,” Myron Blaylock said, behind his desk. His knobbly hands were trembling slightly. “Not a word of it is true.”
“Then why didn’t you produce it during the discovery period when you were supposed to?”
“It wasn’t relevant,” Blaylock sniffed. “Since none of it is true.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Wonderful. Colby, may I please be in the courtroom when you make that argument to the judge? Please?”
“There’s no need for sarcasm, Kincaid.”
“That’s a matter of opinion. I sat in the same room while you promised the magistrate you would produce all Blaylock’s internal studies. You didn’t do it. You lied to a federal magistrate.”
“I believed the report fell under the protection of the attorney-client privilege. I still do.”
“That’s a load of crap and we both know it. This document has nothing to do with the giving or receiving of legal advice. You just had your name stuck on it to create a feeble basis for withholding it.”
“That is not true.”
“Then why didn’t you submit the document to the magistrate in camera, like I suggested at the hearing? Let the magistrate decide if it was privileged or not.
Colby had no answer, so he changed the subject. “You don’t know whether that report has the least grain of truth in—”
“Like hell I don’t. It’s all true. I know it is, because the proof is right there in the report, which by the way I made dozens of copies of before I came here. Your man documented his work to a fault.”
“He was an unstable person,” Blaylock said.
“He was your own employee. Your own corporate lawyer. He spent more than a year researching the alleged funny taste the water in Well B had acquired. And he came to the same conclusion I did. He found that TCE and perc from this plant had contaminated the groundwater, which flowed via the ravine into the aquifer that feeds Well B. He even noted that TCE and perc were dangerous and could lead to serious illnesses.” Ben drew in his breath. “And he did it four years before I ever heard of this case!”
Blaylock folded his arms, his hands still fluttering. “He was a lunatic. Irrational. We fired him shortly after he filed the report.”
“Killed the messenger, huh? Very logical.” Ben leaned across Blaylock’s desk. “You knew! You knew all along! You knew you were responsible for those kids" deaths—and you did nothing.”
“That’s not true,” Blaylock said. His nervous twitching was increasing. “We tightened up our waste-disposal procedures. Increased the budget for removals.”
“But you didn’t tell anyone. And you didn’t remove the buried drums that were polluting the groundwater.”
“How could we? If we let this get out, shysters like you would be crawling all over us, filing a lawsuit every time some kid gets a hangnail.”
“You might’ve saved lives!” Ben’s voice reverberated across the room. “Most of my clients lost their children in the last four years.”
“The harm was already done. I knew it was just a matter of time before the EPA would become involved.”
“So you kept your mouth shut. Took no responsibility for your actions.”
“I still remain unconvinced that any contamination that might have occurred resulted in those leukemias.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Blaylock. You don’t believe it any more than I do.” Ben leaned forward. “You killed those kids. You killed them because you wanted to save money, and you kept quiet about it because you wanted to save money.” He whirled around and faced Colby. “And you helped him cover it up. Because you wanted some of his money.”
Blaylock fell silent. He steepled his fingers, as if deep in thought. “What do you want?” he asked finally.
“Myron!” Colby said. “Don’t give him—”
“Shut up, Charlton. Can’t you see that it’s over?” He turned his attention back to Ben. “What do you want?”
“You know damn well what I want.”
He pursed his lips. “How much?”
“I will accept, as part of a settlement agreement and in return for our agreement to forgo an appeal, the amount which the jury determined the plaintiffs were entitled to receive.”
Blaylock’s eyes bugged. “Twenty-five million? You must be joking.”
“I’ve never been more serious in my life. That’s what a fair and impartial jury said we deserved, before Colby’s buddy yanked the case away from them. So that’s what we’ll accept.”