"About what? These two women?"
"Some of that, yes. But more about the project they were working on. Have you ever heard of the Dryden Socket?"
"No."
"Well, sit tight and hold on." She gave him a succinct rundown of what she'd learned about Caryn's invention, the incredible profit it was poised to make, the problems with the clinical trials, the late reporting, Caryn's threats to expose PII's behavior, the pending FDA approval, the mezzanine loans, Fred Furth and his venture capital group. "And now they would have us believe that this young woman kills herself?" she concluded. "I think Bill Blair is at the very least involved in some kind of cover-up. He wants that socket to get to the market with FDA approval, and he's going to hide the negative test results."
"How's he going to do that? Clinical trials, they're public documents."
"Right. But these results came in after the trials were completed. Technically, they're not part of the approval process. Now apparently they're coming in mostly as questions to PII. 'Could this death or this clot be from the socket?' So if there's no whistle-blower on the inside, like Caryn or this poor girl Kelley, nobody gets to find out about what's going on."
Jeff hesitated, then said, "You're right about one thing. This changes the complexion of things around Gorman. If I put it out and any part of it's true…"
"It's all true. You can check it all yourself, as I'm sure you will."
"Of course. But if this is any part of your case, with the coverage you're already getting, what I'm saying is it's going to go national in a heartbeat."
"That would be a nice bonus, I admit. Get another version of things out there in the ether. Plus, something else might shake loose. This case needs another suspect in a bad way. What do you think?"
Jeff took most of thirty seconds, a very long time, before he said, "I like it. Up to Caryn Dryden's murder, anyway. But I still can't understand why this girl killed herself. If she was whistle-blowing on this… unless someone threatened her somehow… but even then…"
Gina cut him off. "That's the part I can't figure out either, Jeff. And with my case heating up the way it is, I can't even send investigators out to look. There's no time, and I've got other priorities. But I'm sure there's something here, something big, and it would be an incredible coincidence if it wasn't somehow connected to my case. I just can't see how."
It wasn't until she'd hung up that another thought struck Gina. The cover-up scenario she'd just described so eloquently to Jeff Elliott would benefit anyone who held stock in PII or stood to gain from the timely approval of the Dryden Socket. With Caryn's death, the ownership of all of the family's PII stock, as well as the huge negotiated return on Caryn's $2 million mezzanine loan, would all go to Stuart.
Other suspects, as she'd hoped aloud to Jeff Elliott, might in fact shake loose-Bill Blair, Fred Furth. But if one were inclined to view her client as guilty to begin with, and this seemed to include the whole world at the moment, then she'd just set in motion an investigation that would only give Stuart more, not less, motive.
Her stomach tightened and she fought her way through the cramp with shallow breathing, then shakily stood up to go in, take a shower, and get into her courtroom clothes.
Twenty-six
A covered but open-to-the-air corridor extends from the back door of the Hall of Justice, past the jail on the left and the morgue on the right, and ends at a parking lot reserved for police and other official vehicles. Today at 8:15 a.m. the walkway was wet and windswept and Gina was hurrying, head-down, to get to the jail to meet with her client. She nearly walked into the young woman who stepped into her path. "Oh, I'm sorry, I… Kymberly? What are you doing out here in the cold like this?"
"I tried to see my dad, but they won't let me in."
"That's because it's early for visiting hours. But what are you doing here? Your father said you'd gone back to school."
She shrugged. "School's bullshit." She gestured to the jail. "They're letting you in, aren't they?"
"Yes. But I'm his lawyer." The girl didn't look good. She was in flip-flops, a pair of torn blue jeans, and a camouflage sweatshirt with a hood. Weather? What weather? She hugged her arms to her body. The hollows under her eyes were dark enough to be bruises. Her
shoulder-length hair hadn't seen a brush or a comb since she'd last slept, which might not have been recently. "Are you okay, Kymberly?" "I'm fine."
"What did you want to see your dad about?" "Nothing."
"Have you eaten anything today? Are you back staying with
Debra?"
"Maybe. I don't have to tell you where I'm staying." "No, that's true. But I need to be able to find you if you're going to testify."
"Who said I was doing that?"
"Didn't your dad tell you about that? You remember. We'll need you if Bethany starts talking about how your dad threatened her." "She probably won't, though. That's bogus." "I know, but she might believe that's what happened." "I doubt it. She's not stupid."
Gina gave up. "All right. But just to support your dad, it'd look good if you were in the courtroom. And then if it came up, we could use you."
"Sure, that's what you guys do, isn't it? Use people. So feel free. Walk all over me if you want."
"I won't do that. I'm trying to avoid having to issue you a subpoena and if you're just there with us, I wouldn't have to." Exasperation played over her features but Gina, trying to stay nice, took another tack. "So. Are you getting enough sleep? You look very tired, Kym."
"So do you."
That was enough. Gina decided to confront the overt antagonism straight on. "Why are you being so rude to me?"
"Because you're screwing up and it's hurting my dad. You ought to quit."
"I offered to do that yesterday. Your dad decided to keep me on." "Why would he do that?"
"Because I believe he's innocent. Most other lawyers probably wouldn't. He seems to think that's important." Gina, much more heavily dressed, nevertheless was starting to feel the chill, and knew that Kymberly must be near freezing. She pointed to the door that led to the jail. "I'm cold standing out here," she said, putting it all on herself. "Let's go inside."
The lobby was all glass block and industrial linoleum, as welcoming as a bus station. But it was dry and there was no wind-an improvement. Gina walked over to the plastic bench against the right-hand wall and sat at one end. Kymberly took the other, as far from Gina as the bench allowed.
"So you've taken some more days off school? Do you think that's a good idea?"
The young woman turned on her. "School? What do you care if I'm in school? What am I going to do in school?"
Falling into adult mode, Gina tried to give her a reasonable answer. "Whatever you were doing there before this happened with your mother, Kymberly. You had plans then. Don't lose them over this."
Kymberly rolled her eyes. "Right. Here's the thing, though. How about if I never went to school in the first place?" "Is that true?"
"Is that true? Is that true?" Mocking Gina's tone. "Why? Is that such a shock? Nice little Kymmie didn't do what her mommy wanted? What do you think? Like school's going to do me a lot of good, right? I'm going to be a better person? Give me a break. Like all that education made my mom such a sweetheart."
Shaken by this information, Gina barely trusted herself to breathe. She wanted to know more, but knew that if she betrayed that fact to Kymberly, the girl would stop talking. Her expression neutral, Gina looked across at her. "But you wanted to see your dad today?"