“We hid it on a farm outside of town. I’m actually surprised it hasn’t been found yet.”
“Turner’s wallet and personal items?”
“It’s all in the car.”
Marcus tapped his fingers on the desk. “Any blood spill in the car?”
Warren shook his head. “Not that we saw.”
Marcus dropped the gun inside his desk drawer then pushed a legal pad across the desk. “Draw me a map of exactly where you dropped the body in the bay and then where the car is.”
Warren drew the map and jotted down the address of the car. “So what happens now?”
Marcus chuckled. “Now I do what you hired me for and what I do best. The gun will be found in the mud close to where the body went into the water. And just in case there is blood in the car, it will be found crashed and burned. I have a client that owes me a small favor. He’ll testify he saw Turner shoot himself and that the keys were in the car, so he took it. He’ll spend a few months in jail and come out a much richer man.”
Warren rose. “Thank you, Mr. Dade.”
“The girl will eventually remember, Warren. What are you going to do about that?”
Warren smiled. “The greatest thing about having lots of money is you have lots of resources available to you. We had the memory erased. The only way she’ll ever remember is if we have it reactivated. What used to be science fiction is now available to those with enough money to buy it.”
Marcus rose and stuck out his hand. “It’s been a real pleasure working with you, Warren. I’ll have Harris out of jail in a few days. He needs help, and so does Mrs. Turner before she drinks herself to death. Not an area I’m good with, so I’ll leave that up to you. You might want to try that memory-erase stuff on both of them.”
Warren shook his hand and met his gaze. “It’s already been arranged.”
Epilogue
The sun broke through the clouds two days later as Marcus walked out of the courtroom. He stopped on the sidewalk to watch as Warren Parish and Tonya Turner took turns hugging Harris, now a free man.
There was a lightness in his step he hadn’t felt in a long time. Working with honest people was a new challenge—a very profitable one. He whistled softly, thinking about the five hundred thousand dollars in his safe. He waited at the bottom of the steps for Jenna to finish. She’d been fairly rough on the coroner during her examination and accused Marcus of manipulating the system. The judge had been inclined to believe her, but with Marcus representing Harris pro bono, where was the motive?
The doors opened, and she pushed her way through, her lips compressed and an angry flush on her cheeks. He gave her the famous Marcus Dade smile. “Don’t tell me you’re going to renege on our deal?”
“You know as well as I do, Dade, that James Turner did not kill himself.”
“I don’t believe I ever said he did.” He slipped his arm through hers. “That was the coroner’s testimony.”
“Only because you screwed with the evidence.”
“Don’t be a sore loser, Jenna. Come celebrate with me. Martin Harris was an innocent man, and I’ve done my good deed for the year.”
She snorted. “If Harris was innocent, who killed Turner?”
“I believe that case is closed. The coroner ruled it a suicide.” He pulled her along the street to his favorite inn. “Let’s have a drink and talk about your Denova case.”
“One of these days, you’re going to make a huge mistake, Dade, and when you do, I’ll be there to prosecute you.”
He opened the door to the Velvet Inn for her and placed a hand gently on her back. “You could marry me and change me into the man you want me to be.”
Her eyes were scanning the bar area, and a smile softened her features as her gaze fell on Harry Redmond. “I’m already taken. Besides, no woman could ever change you.” She tilted her head and glanced up at him. “I assumed since you were going to give me information concerning Denova’s case you wouldn’t mind if Harry joined us. He is the officer on the case.”
“A deal’s a deal.” Marcus reached in his jacket pocket and took out the slip of paper he’d planned on giving her after their drinks. “I just remembered I have an appointment.” He placed the paper in her hand and closed her fingers around it. “There was a witness to McKinley’s murder.” His eyes darkened as Redmond moved toward them. Being a police officer in Corpus Christi was a dangerous job. Officers died in the line of duty every day. “Enjoy your drinks.”
The lightness in his step was gone as he left the inn, but his anger lasted only a minute. He laughed and began to whistle a snappy tune as he headed to the office. She’d outsmarted him again. That was one of the things he loved about her. He changed course and headed for the jail. He hadn’t lied to Jenna. There was a witness to McKinley’s murder, and that witness would testify Denova was innocent with a little arm-twisting. Denova needed a good defense lawyer, and for a nice fee, he could hire the best in Texas.
Marcus smiled as he pushed open the doors to the jail and greeted the guard on duty. “Marcus Dade to see Ken Denova.”
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