"I can see how someone might think that," Peter answered, his eyes locked on Geary's.
"The way I understand it, with the DEA reports missing and Mancini and O'Shay denying their existence, you have no evidence at all to support your highly unbelievable story of a government cover-up."
"That's true."
"Then why do you think I can help you?"
This was the hard part. Peter took a deep breath.
"When I learned the reports were missing and Steve was most probably the one who'd removed them, I decided that the only thing left was to go to the source. I called the DEA office in Portland. There was only one agent on duty because it's a weekend, but eventually I was put through to Guy Price, the agent in charge. I told him everything and I told him how important it was to get copies of the reports so I could go to judge Kuffel and ask him to reopen the case. I was certain Price would help me. He isn't some ambitious, small-town D.A. like Becky. He's a federal agent."
Peter paused. He was exhausted and remembering one of the most depressing moments in his day didn't make him feel any better.
"He didn't help, did he?" Geary said.
Peter shook his head. "He told me that he couldn't confirm or deny any ongoing investigation."
"Is that all he said?"
"No," Peter answered with a tired smile. "He wished me good luck."
Geary laughed. "That sounds like your government in action, . son. If nothing else, you're certainly learning a lot-about the real world here in Whitaker."
"Yeah," Peter answered ruefully.
"You still haven't told me how you think I can help YOU.
"I almost gave up after my call to Price. Then I remembered that there was one person I knew who had enough clout to make someone like Price talk."
"I hope you don't mean me?" Geary asked incredulously.
"No, Mr. Geary. I .. I came here tonight to ask you to please call my father and ask him to talk to me."
Chapter TWENTY-EIGHT.
Peter had not slept well and the five-hour drive from Whitaker should have exhausted him, but he was floating by the time he saw the skyline of downtown Portland and the high green hills that formed its backdrop.
He was home and he was welcome once again in his father's house.
The night before, Amos Geary had talked to Richard Hale on the phone in his den for almost half an hour while Peter waited nervously in the living room. When Geary finally told Peter that his father wanted to talk to him, he had hesitated. Now that his opportunity for reconciliation had arrived, he was afraid.
When Peter entered the den, the receiver lay on its side on the edge of an old, rolltop desk. Peter had reached toward it, then stopped just before his fingers touched the plastic. What was he going to say to Richard? He hadn't thought that far ahead. Should he tell his father that he loved him? Should he say how sorry he was for disappointing him so often?
Should he ask forgiveness for falling so far below his father's expectations? In the end, all he managed was "Dad?" in a voice choked with emotions he was not yet able to express.
"Amos gave me an outline of your problem, but I'd like you to tell me everything from the beginning," Richard had responded.
It was as if there had never been an Elliot case or the intervening months of exile. One part of Peter was relieved that he was able to avoid the emotional exchange he assumed would precede their discussion of Gary's case, but there was another part of him that longed for a tearful reconciliation in which he confessed his sins and inadequacies and Richard forgave him. Thinking about it during the drive, Peter came to the conclusion that his father was not capable of crushing his son to him in a warm and forgiving hug. Peter knew he would never see tears trickling down his father's cheeks.
Richard Hale was simply not the type of man who could express his emotions.
This assistance in his hour of greatest need might be all his father was able to give.
The office of the United States Attorney for Oregon was in downtown Portland, a few blocks from the offices of Hale, Greaves. It was a little after five when Peter studied his reflection in the glass at the entrance to the office building. He had worn a charcoal gray pinstripe suit, a Berm8 tie and his best silk shirt for the meeting.
Sunlight rebounded from the shine on his black wing tips.
When Peter entered the lobby, Richard was standing off to one side. He had put on weight since the day he sent Peter into exile, but Richard was still thinner than Peter's mental image of his father.
"How was the drive?" Richard asked.
"Long and boring."
Richard smiled.
"Thanks for doing this for me," Peter said.
"You're my son," Richard answered simply. Then he turned toward the elevators.
"I don't know what to expect, Peter. There are no guarantees. Katherine probably knows nothing about what's going on in Whitaker. At best, one of the assistant U.S. attorneys is working with the DEA agent in charge of the case. Price might not even know that much about the operation or, if he does, his people may not be involved in this cover-up. That might be the work of the D.A. in Whitaker and your friend, Mancini."
"I know that. I just want to find out if Whiley was working for the DEA and whether O'Shay knew it. And I want copies of any reports that will prove O'Shay knew about the Mammon-Whiley connection."
The elevator doors opened into a reception area.
Richard announced their presence to a receptionist who sat behind a window of bulletproof glass. Minutes later, a door opened and a tall, welldressed woman with glasses and short black hair walked into the waiting area.
Katherine Hickox owed her appointment to the state circuit court bench to Richard Hale and others at Hale, Greaves, and it was to Richard Hale that she had turned when she decided to apply for the position of United States Attorney. Richard had quietly touted her to Oregon's United States senators and had made a phone call to a high-ranking official in the justice Department with whom he had served on a committee of the American Bar Association. So, it was no surprise when Hickox agreed to meet with Peter's father at five-thirty and to make certain that Guy Price attended the meeting.
"Richard," she said, offering him her hand.
Richard took it, then motioned Peter forward.
"This is my son, Peter. He's just driven in from Whitaker."
"It's nice meeting you," Hickox said warmly. If she knew about Peter's disgrace she hid her feelings well.
"Let's go back to my office. Guy is waiting for us there."
Hickox led them along a series of corridors to a corner office with a panoramic view of the city. When they entered, a short, muscular man in a brown sports coat stood up. After she made the introductions, Hickox sat down behind a large oak desk and Price sat beside it.
"Why don't you tell us why you needed to meet?"
Hickox suggested.
"Mr. Price," Richard said, looking directly at the DEA agent, "my son called you from Whitaker yesterday."
When Richard called Hickox to set up the meeting, he had not mentioned that his son would be accompanying him. Price suddenly made the connection. He did not looked pleased.
"For your benefit, Katherine ' Peter has been trying a death penalty case in Whitaker. Last week, his client was convicted of murdering a woman named Sandra Whiley.
Ontil yesterday" there did not appear to be anyone'else in Whitaker with a motive to murder the young woman.
Then, Peter discovered two DEA reports in the files of a Whitaker attorney named Steve Mancini. The reports, coupled with other information, led him to conclude that Wbiley had been working as an informant for the DEA in a case in Whitaker involving a very dangerous and violent drug dealer named Christopher Mammon.
"These IDEA reports were mixed in with police reports that had been given to Mancini in the drug case by the district attorney who is prosecuting the death penalty case. When Peter asked her about the reports, she denied knowing anything about them. Peter returned to his office to make copies of the reports and found them missing. He called Mr. Price for assistance and was told that it was against policy to confirm or deny the existence of an ongoing investigation. I'm here to ask Mr. Price to tell Peter if Sandra Whiley was working for the DEA in a case involving Christopher Mammon so that Peter can try to avert a miscarriage of justice."