"Am not."
Claire loved Bill"s sunny kitchen with the cheerful blue-and-white checks. Grover, a retired police German shepherd, raised his head and smiled at Claire-at least that"s what she liked to think.
She scratched Grover between the ears and sat at the table. Bill put a fresh-baked m.u.f.fin and a tall gla.s.s of milk in front of her. She hadn"t had lunch, and devoured the m.u.f.fin while Bill watched her from a seat across the table.
"Okay, that was good. I miss your baking. But I thought I smelled cookies."
"You did. They"re in the oven. I made the m.u.f.fins first, knowing they were your favorite."
"It was delicious."
"I"ll send some home with you." He poured her a second gla.s.s of milk. "Dave called me this morning."
"About Oliver Maddox."
Bill nodded.
"You know he"s dead."
"Dave told me. A tragedy. I liked him."
She straightened. "How well did you know him?"
"Not well. But there"s something endearing about a young idealist searching for answers. I was an idealist when I became a cop. Thought I could protect and serve and be proud of every decision I made." His voice trailed off and he glanced out the window, then back at Claire.
"Oliver lied to me," said Claire. "He told me he was an attorney with the Western Innocence Project and they were looking into my father"s conviction. But when I called over there, I found out he had been an intern and was no longer even with the Project. So I didn"t listen to him, Bill, and I now regret it. You talked to him. What did he know?"
Bill said nothing for a long minute. Then, "If you"re looking for a clear indicator of guilt or innocence, I don"t have it. But I did listen to what Oliver had to say, and it was compelling."
"Did he have proof that my father is innocent?"
"You need proof?"
She didn"t understand the question. "Of course I need proof. He was convicted of a double homicide. He killed my mother. But if he didn"t-yes, I need proof."
"There wasn"t a lot of proof during the original trial. Tom was convicted on circ.u.mstantial evidence. Solid, to be sure, and back then I believed he was guilty. Weapon, motive, and opportunity."
"What about now?"
"Oliver said the police investigation into Taverton was on the surface, at best. They never looked beyond the obvious-threats made against him, criminals he had prosecuted who were at the time out of prison. Yes, they covered their bases, but it wasn"t a thorough investigation because the district attorney believed they had the killer in custody. The investigation was more to prove Tom was guilty than to pursue any other possibilities.
"Truth is, that"s the way it is most of the time. While we do our best to look at all potential suspects, usually we know who the killer is and work our b.u.t.ts off to prove it. That was the way it was with Tom."
Claire"s heart fell. "So Oliver had no proof."
"What do you think, Claire? Knowing that the police didn"t follow up on Chase Taverton or his potential enemies, what do you think about the case?"
"It doesn"t matter."
"Yes, it does. It matters a lot. Because there is reasonable doubt. I used to be a lot more hard-nosed about the criminal justice system. I hated how some of those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds got off because of a ridiculous technicality, only to rape or rob or kill again. It made me so angry and fueled my younger self to be a diligent, hard-a.s.s cop. I didn"t want any of the criminals I arrested to get off on a stupid loophole, or because I didn"t do my job correctly. And the truth is, the detectives in charge of the O"Brien-Taverton double murder closed every loophole so Tom couldn"t even wiggle. Remember, only a few weeks before Tom"s trial started O. J. Simpson was arrested for murder, ridiculously claiming there was another killer. It made Tom look like a guilty man grasping at straws when his attorney stood up and claimed someone else killed those two people-because there was no other reasonable motive, no other reasonable suspect.
"Claire, do you need black-and-white proof that your father is innocent or do you believe that he is innocent absent proof of another"s guilt?"
Claire let out a pent-up breath. She had never thought of it that way. She couldn"t quite wrap her mind around it. She needed to blame someone for destroying her family. "Someone is guilty."
Bill nodded. "And I think Oliver figured it out. But he didn"t share his conclusions with me. We spoke twice. The first time was right before Christmas. He explained his findings and theory to me and asked some questions about police procedures."
"What did he know?"
"He knew very little. He had reviewed the police reports and discovered that no one had seriously looked into the Chase Taverton angle back then. He thought that was odd, and I concurred. I didn"t know it at the time, but I was out of the loop because I had a conflict of interest. And, frankly, most of the cops I knew suspected Tom was guilty. He had always been a bit of a hothead. I didn"t know him personally, but it all came out during the trial. You know that."
"He never hurt me or my mom."
"I don"t doubt that, Claire. He loves you."
She frowned. "Anything else? I"m trying to figure out what Oliver Maddox knew that got him killed."
"You think it"s murder? Not an accident?"
"He disappeared after telling his girlfriend he was almost done with his thesis on "The Perfect Frame." But she didn"t know where his thesis went. I"m certain that Oliver was referring to my dad"s case, that he believed my dad was framed. And I-" What did she really believe?
"I think he might have been right," she said.
Bill leaned forward. "Might have been? Are you still qualifying your answers? If Oliver was murdered, he uncovered something big enough and dangerous enough that he was a threat to someone with the ability and lack of conscience to kill. And that person most likely killed your mother and Taverton."
"Do you think my dad is innocent?"
"Yes."
"Did you always think so?"
"No."
"What made you change your mind?"
"Time."
"I don"t understand."
"Time away from the trial. Time away from the impact the trial made on the community, on you, on the people I worked with. When a cop goes bad, it"s hard. You want it to go away. But listening to Oliver brought it all back, and I saw the holes in the case."
"Why didn"t anyone else see them? All the appeals?"
"Appeals are a very limited redress. You have to appeal specifics, like an un-Mirandized confession or false testimony or incompetent counsel. Tom didn"t have the money to pay for a separate investigation. He relied on an overworked criminal defender-and that still cost him tens of thousands of dollars. Probably more. He put fifty thousand in a trust fund for you and used the rest for his defense. But when the money was gone, he went to public defenders. The appeals were routine, delaying the inevitable. Nothing substantive came from them. When Tom thought the Project was taking his case, he had hope."
"You talked to him?"
"Yes. He called after Oliver Maddox came to see him."
"But Oliver wasn"t with the Project."
"No. He lied, I realize now, but his heart was in the right place. He recovered Chase Taverton"s day planner and told me he was retracing Taverton"s steps based on what was written in there."
"Why didn"t the police do that?"
"The day planner was his personal calendar. His public calendar only had active cases on it, and that"s what the police were using. His personal calendar was apparently in the possession of his sister."
"What"s her name?"
"Janice Krause. She lives in El Dorado Hills."
"Maybe she remembers something. Maybe she still has it."
"Claire, be careful. Oliver believed that your father was framed by someone who wanted to kill Chase Taverton. The killer must have learned about Taverton"s affair, and the best person to frame is the husband. But if Taverton hadn"t been having an affair, he would have faked an accident or had Taverton killed in a manner that would divert attention from the true motive.
"And that is what Oliver never found out, at least not to my knowledge. The motive of the killer. Believing that Taverton was the target and knowing why are completely different."
Claire absorbed the information. "Did he mention Frank Lowe to you?"
Bill started. "Yes. He called me and asked if I could look into a petty thief named Frank Lowe for him. He never told me why."
"And did you?"
"Yes. I asked Dave to pull his records. Didn"t tell him why-I don"t want Dave to get in trouble because I have this curious streak. It seemed like a dead end-Lowe was killed in a fire at the bar he lived above."
"Did you tell Oliver that?"
"I called him when I had the information, and said I didn"t know what good it would do because Lowe was dead."
"Did you know he died the night after Taverton and my mom were killed?"
"That"s what Oliver had said. And he said one other interesting thing. He thought Lowe was alive."
"Did you give him the files?"
"No. Never had the chance. He was going to come by, never did. I left a couple messages, but never heard back from him."
"Why didn"t you go to the police?"
Bill frowned, shook his head. "And say what? I have no evidence of anything. And I didn"t know he was missing until this morning when Dave told me he was dead." He seemed to age in front of her.
"I"m sorry, I didn"t mean-"
"Believe me, Claire, I wish I had pushed Oliver harder. I wish I had told him to be more careful. But the truth is, I was hopeful that he was going to find something to help Tom, and I let him go at it. He was a law student. I honestly didn"t think he would get hurt digging through archives and court cases."
"When was he supposed to meet you to pick up the files?"
Bill sighed and stood. He walked over to a small desk near the back door and flipped his calendar back to January.
"Monday, January 21. He wanted to come by first thing in the morning, and I said anytime after six. I get up as if I"m still working the day shift."
"He went missing that Sunday night."
Bill blanched. "Claire-"
"I need to go."
"Claire, be careful. Talk to Dave."
"I can"t."
Suddenly Bill straightened. "You"re talking to Tom."
"Don"t."
"Claire, you need to-"
"Don"t tell me to go to the police. I can"t do that. Maybe two days ago I could have-two days ago I would have-but everything my father told me you just confirmed. Something is going on here, and I need to figure it out. But I can"t tell Dave. I love him, but he"s a cop. He"ll risk everything to help me, and lose everything as well."
"Because he loves you, Claire. You"re the little sister Maggie and I could never give him."
"I need to do this."
He nodded. "I understand. But Claire, watch your back. And don"t be afraid to call for help."
"Do you have the files on Frank Lowe?"
"I"ll get them." He left, then returned moments later and handed her a thick manila envelope.
"Thanks."
"You know you can always call Dave or me. We"ll be there in a heartbeat."
"I know." She hugged him. "But you see why I can"t call the authorities now."
"No-" He stopped. "They want Tom in custody."
"And they don"t care about the theory of a dead law student. At least not now. And the execution date is six weeks away. Dad has no more appeals." Tears coated her eyes and she blinked them back. "He"s innocent, Bill." Her voice cracked. For the first time, deep down, Claire knew that her dad was innocent. "I don"t need proof to know it. But I need proof to get him out from under the needle."
She walked to the door. Bill followed her and said, "Remember, you"re following in Oliver"s footsteps. Which means someone he talked to is involved. Oliver may not have known he was interviewing a killer. You might not, either."
"I"ll remember."
TWENTY-ONE.