"What's that?"
"He's innocent. Somebody else killed them."
PART THREE
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Hardy's medical business with Frannie- taking her to the doctor, getting her back home, into bed and fed- trumped any interaction he might have had with Juan Salarco, and took up a good portion of his morning. Rebecca, the dear, had told her mother that since Dad had taken the regular car, she had no choice but to drive herself and Vincent to school in the convertible. So after he'd changed into his business suit, then called to speak with the principal at Sutro, he swung down to their high school, found the S2000 in the lot and switched cars on her, leaving a note about the broken window on the 4Runner so she wouldn't think it had happened at school.
He drove by Salarco's, saw that the truck was nowhere to be seen, and realized he'd have to come back after the workday. As far as he knew, Juan's wife Anna spoke only Spanish. Beyond that, he doubted if she would know the precise residence where her husband was working at any given moment. Anxious though he was for Salarco's information, he had to pass for now. He had other questions, and precious few answers.
It wasn't far to Sutro and he made it there by the end of the school's lunch hour. The outer administration office was empty, but Hardy knew where he was going and went right to it. The principal was in his office, behind his desk doing some paperwork, and stood when Hardy poked his head in. "Mr. Wagner? Sorry to barge in but time is short and there isn't anybody out front. Dismas Hardy. Andrew Bartlett's attorney?"
Wagner, portly and slightly foppish with a bow tie and suspenders, reached a hand out over his desk. "Certainly. How's he doing?" In his earlier call, Hardy had told him about the suicide attempt.
"He's alive," Hardy said. "Which is good enough for now."
Wagner swiveled in his chair, looked out the window behind him at the play yard, still packed with students. "This has been a terrible tragedy for the school," he said. "To think that he was coming here every day for weeks after…" He sighed. "Our counselors are a little overwhelmed, you know. Students realizing they'd been walking around, or even taking classes, with a murderer."
"An alleged murderer," Hardy said.
"Alleged or otherwise." Wagner spun back around, gave him the man-to-man. "Mr. Hardy, please. Do you really think it's possible Andrew is not guilty?"
"Yes. Possible. Although proving I'm right may be a different story."
"I must say it's refreshing to hear someone say they don't think he's guilty. Pretty much all I heard after the arrest was that it was open-and-shut."
"I'd heard the same thing myself. I keep hearing it, in fact."
Wagner moved some papers around on his desk. "You know, it would be so wonderful for the school if that weren't the case. It's bad enough that the two victims were members of the community. But if somehow Andrew were found innocent, it might go a long way toward starting the healing."
"Well, you know, sir, that's the reason I came by here today. I've got a hearing for Andrew scheduled to begin tomorrow and I wondered if I might ask you a favor. I understand his sister goes here, too."
"That's right."
"Well, I know it's unusual, but I've got some questions for her, and for the two other people that were in the play with Andrew, that really might be of some use. I know I could wait and see all of them at home with their parents"- and maybe their lawyers, he thought-"tonight, but I'm in a time crunch of major proportions. Would it be possible to borrow a room here in the office and pull those three people out of class for a few minutes?" When he saw that Wagner had a problem with the idea, he added, "Mr. North assured me that I would have your complete cooperation in the defense of his son."
Wagner considered a moment. "I'm sure we can do that." A bell rang and he looked up at his wall clock. "Fifth period," he said. "Together or separately?"
"Separately would be better," Hardy said.
But it wasn't to be that simple. Wagner's desire to see Andrew cleared because it would benefit Sutro might have blinded him to the fact that he should not under any circumstances be allowing his students to talk to an attorney without parental permission. But obviously he couldn't let Hardy be alone in a room with one of his students, either.
Hardy was obliged to let him sit in. He couldn't help but think that this changed the dynamic dramatically- he had been planning a gloves-off discussion with each of the kids, but he had no choice. If the meetings were going to happen at all, they'd be in Wagner's office with the principal in attendance.
Alicia breezed in first. Hardy had heard next to nothing about her, either from Wu or from Andrew. His only preconception was that she was probably the model for the sister in Andrew's short story, locked in her room listening to death music and smoking dope. His first look at her- very pretty with beautiful long dark hair, clear skin and eyes, designer clothes- was a bit of a shock and brought him up short. Andrew's story, he reminded himself, was fiction. If the judge wound up having trouble with that concept, Hardy thought he could bring in Alicia as a witness and win the point without any further debate.
She took a few confident steps into the office, threw at glance at Hardy- a stranger to her- and spoke to Wagner. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Alicia, this is Mr. Hardy. He's one of the lawyers representing Andrew. He'd like to talk to you for a few minutes if you don't mind."
Her face grew serious, and she nodded first at Wagner, then at Hardy. "Sure. Okay. Why would I mind? Although Andrew and I aren't exactly what I'd call close."
"Why not?" Hardy asked.
"Well, I don't know. He's just… We don't have that much in common, I suppose."
"So you don't know much about what's happening with him?"
"Just of course the basics. What Dad and Linda have told me. I thought it must be some misunderstanding or something that Dad would have to work out."
Hardy found that an interesting turn of phrase. He asked her, "Would you be surprised to hear that Andrew tried to kill himself this morning?"
She stared. All the vivacity drained out of her face. She looked to Wagner. "Is that true? Is he dead?"
"No, but Mr. Hardy was at the hospital this morning."
"He tried to hang himself," Hardy said. "He didn't succeed."
The news derailed her for a beat. Without asking permission, she went to a chair and sat. "I guess I could see him doing that," she said. "He's just always so intense and so unhappy. And then when Laura… was killed, it got so much worse." She turned and faced Hardy full on. "But I don't think he killed her. You don't think he did, do you?"
Hardy shook his head no. "There might be some facts about that night that don't work if Andrew did it."
"See? I didn't think he did either."
Hardy hadn't quite said that, but he'd take it. He stood up, hands in his pockets, and began to pace the room. "But the problem I've got is that I don't know what else was going on in Andrew's life, something that might have had some connection to Mr. Mooney or Laura and given someone else, perhaps, a reason to have killed them."
"Surely not another student here," Wagner said.
"I'm not implying that. There's no evidence implicating anyone else here at Sutro." Hardy came back to Alicia. "But you're his sister. You may have heard Andrew say something that didn't seem to mean anything at the time, but now when you think back on it, it might have been important."
He thought that given the different crowd Alicia hung out with, the odds were against her providing some alternative theory of the crime, but at least she might start thinking about her brother's situation differently. In Hardy's experience, schools- like companies and coffee groups and men's clubs- always had secrets. If Andrew hadn't killed Mooney and Laura, then the person who had done it might have had some connection to Sutro. At least, from Alicia or one of the other students, he might get some rumors, something to wave in front of a judge or jury, as opposed to what he had now.