Timberlaine thought that over. “Shit,” he said. “So what do we do now?”
“We wait and see if they try to subpoena the gun.”
“You think they will?”
Steve shrugged. “It’s a tossup. As I say, Vaulding can try to embarrass us with it. On the other hand, he may not make an issue of it at all. He’s got the murder weapon in court; as far as he, the jury and everyone else in the courtroom are concerned, the murder weapon is the gun you bought, and if we’d like to dispute that, it’s going to be up to us to prove differently.” Steve nodded. “No, the more I think of it, he’s more likely to let it go at that.”
“Is that good?”
“In a way.”
“Why?”
“Because it gives us time to figure out what the fuck to do about the damn gun. And the damn bullets.”
“What about ’em?”
“Well,” Steve said, “if you’re telling me the truth-and frankly right now that’s a big if-but if you are, then those test bullets were fired before any gun was defaced. So if you hadn’t swapped guns, those test bullets would now be significant in that they could be compared to the fatal bullet. Since you did swap guns, that is no longer true.”
Timberlaine’s face lit up. “But those bullets prove the guns were swapped.”
Steve frowned. “Yes and no.”
“They do,” Timberlaine said. “Those bullets didn’t come from the gun I bought, they came from the gun I found. The one in my safe-deposit box. If we produce that gun and we produce the bullets-still in the glass tubes, all marked and dated so we can prove when they were fired-we can prove that that’s the gun I brought you that day.”
“Yeah,” Steve said, “but so what?”
“What do you mean, so what?” Timberlaine said. “It substantiates my story.”
“Yeah,” Steve said. “Well, that’s like ‘I shot a deer by a big oak tree, and if you don’t believe me I’ll show you the tree.’”
“What?”
“The bullet and the gun prove nothing except that you had them on that day. They prove the existence of the other gun and that’s it. They don’t prove your story that you found a gun substituted for your real gun. See what I mean?”
“Not really.”
“Trust me on this. Yeah, it’s good, but it’s not hold-the-phone-you’re-suddenly-free type good. We’ve still gotta figure out how we want to play it.”
“And how is that?”
“The way it looks now, we probably withhold all of this stuff until we get you on the stand. Then you tell your story, and then we start introducing this evidence so fast it makes their heads spin. That’s how it looks right now, but it really depends on how things go. We got a bunch more body blows to take. So far they haven’t even hit you with the file.” Steve gave him a look. “You sure you didn’t buy that file?”
“Swear to God.”
“You found it in your room?”
“Yeah.”
“Just like you found the gun?”
“Absolutely.”
“You didn’t happen to go out and buy another file any time recently, did you?”
“No.”
Steve stood up. He exhaled, shook his head. “Christ, I hope not.”
34
“I’m not sure I wanna hear this,” Mark Taylor said when Steve and Tracy got back to the office later that afternoon and called him down to fill him in.
“You have a bad attitude, you know it?” Tracy said.
“Oh, yeah? Well, I’m sure it has nothing to do with this case. My life’s been living hell ever since I bought that gun.”
“I haven’t been too happy myself,” Steve said.
“Yeah, well lay it on me,” Taylor said. “I wanna get back to the office so I can coordinate the stuff that’s coming in.”
Steve leaned back in his desk chair and exhaled. “The stuff that’s coming in is basically irrelevant. Just wait’ll you get a load of this.”
“Of what?” Taylor said. “Come on. Give.”
“O.K. Well, it’s good news/bad news time again. The good news is the gun in court is not the gun you bought me.”
“What?” Taylor said.
“That’s right. Timberlaine switched guns.”
Mark Taylor blinked. He looked at Steve. “Time out. Flag on the play. Let me be sure I understand this. You’re saying the cops got the wrong gun?”
“That depends on how you look at it. They got the murder weapon. It just isn’t the gun we thought it was.”
Taylor blinked again. “There’s another gun?”
“I know,” Steve said. “It’s a fucking nightmare.”
“Wait a minute. You mean the gun the witness says Timberlaine bought really exists and it’s the gun in court?”
“How would you feel about that?”
“Well,” Taylor said. “I’ll be really happy if the gun in court isn’t my gun. But how the hell am I gonna prove that?” His eyes widened. “No, wait a minute. I can prove it with the bullet.”
“What bullet?” Tracy said.
“The test bullets you had me fire. You got ’em in the safe, right. All marked, nice and legal. The bullet can prove the murder weapon wasn’t that gun.”
Steve frowned. “Well, that’s a ‘maybe’ there, Mark. You gotta remember the barrel of that gun was tampered with.”
“Right,” Taylor said.
“Yeah, but after the murder,” Tracy said. “The fatal bullet itself wasn’t affected.”
“That’s true,” Steve said.
“So if the fatal bullet doesn’t match the test bullet from the gun Mark bought, it proves his gun wasn’t the fatal gun.”
“That’s right,” Taylor said.
“That’s true,” Steve said. “If we ever get that far. But hang on a minute. Can you seriously imagine me explaining all this to Vaulding? Let alone the jury?”
Taylor frowned. “I see your point.”
“Exactly, Mark,” Steve said. “It’s not like we want to prove the gun you bought had nothing to do with the murder. We’re not at the point here where we want to concede you bought a gun.”
Taylor nodded. “I’m with you there.” He scratched his head. “So what the fuck does this mean? I mean, Jesus Christ. You’re sayin’ the gun they claim Timberlaine bought he admits he bought and claims he substituted for mine. Is that right?”
“That’s it in a nutshell.”
“Then where’s mine? Pardon me for asking, but where the hell’s my fucking gun?”
“Well, Mark, right now there are two possibilities.”
“I don’t want to hear this, do I?”
“One, Timberlaine’s telling the truth and your gun is in a safe-deposit box Timberlaine rented and we can produce it at any time.”
“That’s not so bad. What’s the one I don’t wanna hear?”
“Two, Timberlaine is lying. In which case there never was any other gun. The gun he bought from that witness is it. He bought it, filed the numbers off it, carved the initial R in the handle and brought it to my office to have you fire test bullets through it. If that is true, then that gun is not in a safe-deposit box, it’s in my safe right here in the office. Which means Timberlaine didn’t switch guns after he left here. And the gun in court is the gun you bought. And not only does the fatal bullet match up with test bullets fired through it, but the fatal bullet will match up with our test bullets. Which incidentally, Mark, would elevate our test bullets to the position of prime evidentiary value, since they would have been fired from the fatal gun before the barrel was altered and therefore would match up with the fatal bullet absolutely, thereby clinching the identification of the gun.”
Mark Taylor looked sick. “Oh, Jesus Christ.”