"When it comes to your role in Timmy"s life, you"ve got tenure, Dad. You know where we"re headed?"
"Already got it in the GPS. Detective McIntosh, here we come."
Detective Joseph McIntosh was still with the Connecticut State Police, but his current t.i.tle was lieutenant. He did not look happy to meet Laurie, but was considerably warmer to her father. "Commissioner Miller had a world of good to say about you, Deputy Commissioner Farley."
Once they began talking about the evidence, it was clear that McIntosh had no doubts as to Casey"s guilt. "You"ve got to understand that the defense lawyer even suggested I was responsible for Rohypnol being found in Casey"s purse. Until we found those pills, we were on her side. She seemed genuinely distraught when we arrived. We only tested her hands for gunshot residue as part of the protocol. In our eyes, she was one of the victims. She"d lost her fiance to horrible violence. From all appearances, her sickness that night probably saved her life. And when her cousin arrived, she suggested we test Casey Carter"s blood to see if she had been drugged. Ms. Carter consented and we asked the medic on the scene to take a blood sample. Later it was confirmed that she had Rohypnol in her system. At that point, we still believed it was possible the killer had drugged her."
"How would you describe Hunter"s father, James, when you broke the news of his son"s death?" Laurie asked. "Did he consider Casey a suspect?"
McIntosh gave her a half smile. "I see where you"re going with this. Powerful family, eager for answers. You"re wondering who was pulling the strings."
Laurie was still trying to make sense of everything she knew, but yes, that is what she was wondering. It was no secret that James had been pressuring Hunter not to go through with his marriage to a woman he viewed as trouble. When Hunter was killed shortly after Mindy Sampson photographed him with Gabrielle Lawson, he would have naturally suspected Casey-whose jealousy was well known in the family-as the murderer.
So was it possible General Raleigh tried to tip the scales of justice against her? Whoever was behind the RIP_Hunter posts clearly admired Hunter. Had the General written them? At the time of the murder he would have been in his mid-sixties, pretty old to be an early user of the Internet, but could Mary Jane have helped him? Had he gone further and bribed the police to frame Casey? If so, and Mark Templeton knew about it, it would explain why the General publicly praised the resigning CFO even as the Raleigh Foundation floundered. It couldn"t be a coincidence that the same woman who was publishing the General"s memoir had also hired Templeton at her nonprofit, in addition to publishing Jason Gardner"s very negative book about Casey. Laurie found herself wondering again why Alex had warned her about taking this case.
She wasn"t about to share all her suspicions with Lieutenant McIntosh. "Did General Raleigh immediately suspect Casey," she asked, "or did he come around to that conclusion gradually?"
"Well, his initial response was utter shock and grief. Then he asked if Casey was okay. When I said she was, he replied, and I quote, Hear this in no uncertain terms: she"s the one who killed him. So, yes, I think it"s fair to say he suspected her," he chuckled. "But I don"t take orders from anyone, not even General James Raleigh. We did a thorough investigation, and, sure enough, all evidence pointed to Casey."
"Did you ever figure out where she obtained the Rohypnol?"
He shook his head. "That would"ve been nice, but the drug was easy enough to buy on the street, even back then. I hear your show is going to reinvestigate the case. I can"t imagine what you think you"re going to prove. We had means, motive, and opportunity."
Laurie listened patiently as McIntosh laid out the case. Means: As Hunter"s future wife, Casey had taken up his hobby of shooting and knew where he kept his guns. She began firing at Hunter in the living room. When she missed, Hunter ran to the bedroom, perhaps to lock himself in the master bathroom or to grab another gun in self-defense. Once he was cornered in the bedroom, Casey fired the two fatal shots.
Motive: Casey"s engagement to a member of the Raleigh family raised her social station considerably. She could also be extremely jealous where Hunter was concerned. Hunter"s father was pushing him to break up with Casey, and just days before his murder, Hunter was photographed with socialite Gabrielle Lawson at his side. After the fact, even some of Casey"s former friends were willing to entertain the possibility that she might have "lost it" if Hunter broke off their engagement.
Opportunity: Casey faked her illness to create a partial alibi, claiming to be asleep during the murder. Then after she shot Hunter, she took Rohypnol so it would appear as if someone had drugged her.
"You should have seen her face when her own defense lawyer shifted gears during closing argument," McIntosh said. "The lawyer went from she didn"t do it to well, maybe she did, but if so, she was out of her mind. Casey looked like she wanted to send her lawyer to the grave, too. That"s how strong our case was: even the defense attorney could see the writing on the wall. If you ask me, that jury just didn"t have the stomach to put an attractive young woman in prison for life. Manslaughter? How can you believe it was a spur-of-the-moment killing without explaining why she had those drugs in her purse? She had those pills for a reason."
It was Leo who interrupted the lieutenant"s narration. "And that"s why the defense lawyer accused you of planting them or tampering with evidence."
"She certainly raised the possibility. She said maybe the real killer put the pills there, but she also went so far as to suggest that the pills I took from Casey were not the ones that were sent to be tested. They somehow got switched. But again, Casey wasn"t even a suspect at that point. We let her cousin take her back to her apartment in the city while we finished processing the scene. In a homicide case, we are thorough. Trust me, the last thing I suspected to find in or next to her purse were so-called roofies."
"Did you need permission to search her purse?" Laurie asked.
"No, it was left at the crime scene, on the couch, behind a pillow. And it was overturned and the pills were clearly visible."
"You knew right away what they were?" Laurie asked.
He nodded. "They"re stamped with the pharmaceutical company"s name, and we were starting to see more and more of them in use by bad guys, unfortunately."
Laurie was glad he mentioned the thoroughness of his searches. "Did you happen to see a framed photograph of Hunter with the President when you searched the house? It was in a crystal frame."
He shook his head. "I certainly don"t remember that. Not sure I would, though, and I"ve got a darn good memory. Why?"
She told him about the photograph that had been on Hunter"s nightstand prior to the murder, but appeared nowhere in pictures of the crime scene.
"Maybe the housekeeper"s mistaken about the timing," he said. "Hunter had an apartment and an office in the city. He could"ve moved it. Or maybe it broke. There could be a million explanations. Regardless, not sure I"d call a missing picture reasonable doubt."
Laurie could tell by the way Leo avoided her eye contact that he agreed.
"What do you remember about Mark Templeton?" she asked, shifting gears.
"Name sounds familiar-"
"He was the chief financial officer at the Raleigh Foundation and one of Hunter"s closest friends."
"Oh, sure. Good guy. He was terribly broken up."
"Did you check whether he had an alibi for the time of the murder?"
McIntosh laughed at the suggestion. "You really are casting a wide net, aren"t you? Well, I wouldn"t describe it in those terms, but we got a time line from every person we talked to about that night. Hunter"s father took a few VIP donors to his private club for a nightcap after the gala. His driver took him home from there, and he has a live-in a.s.sistant. So in case you also suspect General Raleigh"-his sarcasm was apparent-"his alibi"s locked down. But everyone else at Hunter"s table that night went home alone from the gala."
Laurie knew the table seating by heart: Hunter, Casey, Hunter"s father and brother, Mary Jane Finder, Casey"s cousin Angela, and Mark Templeton. Neither Mark nor Angela had a date. Angela"s boyfriend at the time, Sean Murray, was out of town, and Mark"s wife stayed at home with their children. After confirming each name with the lieutenant, Laurie asked what he recalled about Hunter"s phone call on the way to the gala, asking a friend for a referral to a private investigator.
"We knew about it because the friend contacted us after the murder. Hunter wanted a background check on someone, but didn"t have a chance to identify the person. Personally, I thought it might be Casey. Maybe he was beginning to share his father"s concerns and wanted to know more about the woman he was planning to marry."
"Which is what the prosecution argued," Laurie said, "but it was complete speculation. It seems equally possible that he was looking into his concerns about his father"s a.s.sistant, Mary Jane. He was determined to have her fired. Mary Jane was at the gala that night, but did she accompany the General when he brought donors to his club afterward?"
The lieutenant squinted, trying to access the information from memory. "No, she didn"t. But she told us the next day that she heard him come home after she turned in, and then she was the one who answered the telephone when we called to tell him there had been a shooting."
"So you have no idea exactly what time she returned from the gala. She could have gone up to Connecticut and back before you phoned the house. In fact, for all you know, she came home after the General and was lying about hearing him return."
"I suppose that"s possible." Then he added with a wry smile, "But not likely."
Laurie began to slip her notes into her bag. "Thank you again for your time, Lieutenant. I admit I didn"t expect you to be so forthcoming."
He held up both hands. "The way I see it, if I do my job right, you can go over it with a magnifying gla.s.s, and I"ve got nothing to worry about. You don"t seriously think Hunter"s best friend or his father"s a.s.sistant killed him?" He still seemed amused.
"Did you know that in addition to inquiring about a private investigator, Hunter was also looking into financial irregularities at the foundation?"
McIntosh"s smile fell from his face. "Now, that I would remember. No one ever mentioned such a thing."
"It"s just a possibility at this point." She saw no reason to tell him that Casey was the only source on this issue. "But Mark Templeton did resign suddenly four years later, with the foundation"s a.s.sets significantly reduced, and did not get a new job for almost a year."
The lieutenant was squinting, as if a memory was tugging at him.
"Does that ring a bell?" she asked.
"Maybe. Remember I said we do a thorough search of the home? There was a note on Hunter"s desk that had a couple of phone numbers jotted down. According to the phone records, he never actually called the numbers. But here"s the thing: they were both major accounting firms that specialized in forensic accounting, and in the margin next to the numbers, Hunter had written: Ask Mark."
"I a.s.sume that"s Mark Templeton. So did you ask him?"
"Sure did. He said he had no idea what the note meant. Maybe the Raleigh family needed a new firm and he was planning to get Mark"s opinion. But like I said, take your magnifying gla.s.s and go for it, Nancy Drew. I know we convicted the right person."
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Laurie"s father had just buckled his seatbelt when he asked what she was thinking. "Do you really believe Hunter may have been killed because of problems at the foundation?"
"I"m not sure, but I definitely get the feeling that Hunter"s father put his thumb on the scales of justice at some point." She explained the role of the General"s editor, Holly Bloom, in a.s.sisting both Mark Templeton and Jason Gardner.
"But you can"t believe the General was actually involved."
"Of course not." The possibility was unimaginable. James Raleigh was a national hero and by all accounts adored his older son. Even if she doubted him, his whereabouts were accounted for up until the moment he was notified of Hunter"s death.
"Why would he cover up for his own son"s murderer?"
"If he thought his other son was responsible. According to Casey, Andrew Raleigh could be very resentful of his older brother, especially when he was intoxicated. Even when I met with Andrew, he made it very clear that Hunter was the favored son. Or General Raleigh may have genuinely believed that Casey was guilty. But what if he was wrong?"
"Or maybe he was right, Laurie. Even if he did get Jason Gardner that book deal, even if he had something to do with the RIP_Hunter posts, even if he was trying to stack the deck against Casey-she could still be guilty."
Maybe, Laurie thought.
They were only two days from filming, and she was finding more questions than answers. She now knew that police had found the numbers of forensic accountants on Hunter"s desk, along with a note to Ask Mark. That likely corroborated Casey"s claim that Hunter was looking into irregularities at the foundation. She was going to have to take another run at Templeton.
In the meantime, she had one more stop to make before they could return to the city. The rental car"s GPS instructed her father that their destination was on the left.
"You coming in?" she asked.
"No thanks. Never met a defense lawyer I liked until Alex. I think I"ll quit while I"m ahead."
The lawyer Laurie was going to see was Casey"s trial lawyer, Janice Marwood.
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Laurie rang the bell of Janice Marwood"s office. When no one answered, she opened the door and stepped in. This is an office, she thought. At a glance she could see that the s.p.a.ce had probably served as a family home in the early twentieth century. On her left, what used to be the living room was now a reception area with several chairs and a table with magazines.
What was missing was any sign of life-not a person in sight.
"h.e.l.lo?" Laurie called out, as she stepped into the reception area. She heard footsteps coming down the hall.
A woman emerged from the back of the house, a jar of peanut b.u.t.ter in one hand, a spoon in the other. "I"m here-Oh."
Oh, Laurie thought. She introduced herself even though she strongly suspected from the woman"s reaction that she already knew who she was. "I"ve called a few times on behalf of Casey Carter."
Marwood finished swallowing the lump of peanut b.u.t.ter in her mouth and freed her hands for a quick shake. "Sorry, I"m juggling a ton of cases right now. I swear I was going to call you today, come h.e.l.l or high water."
Laurie didn"t believe it for a second. "Did you get the waiver we faxed over? I"m eager to talk to you. We start production in two days." Faxed over in this context meant faxed, emailed, and sent certified mail. Called a few times translated to daily phone messages. And yet Laurie had not heard one word from Casey"s trial lawyer. "The courthouse doesn"t allow cameras inside, but we have permits to film out front. Or we"d be happy to do it here if that"s more convenient. Most of all, I"d love to pick your thoughts. It"s been fifteen years, and Casey has never wavered once about her innocence."
Janice worked her jaw as if she were still eating. "Yeah, about that. It"s Casey"s right to forgo attorney-client privilege, but I"ve looked into the issue of whether I"m obliged to partic.i.p.ate in a television show against my own desires. The answer is no."
Laurie had imagined multiple scenes that might have played out when she arrived at Janice"s office, but this hadn"t been one of them. "You owe a duty of loyalty to your client. She spent a good part of her life in prison and is now desperate to clear her name. You"re supposed to be her advocate. I"m sorry, but I don"t understand the conflict here."
"My job is-was-to fight for her at trial. And on appeal. But the litigation is over. I"m not some reality TV star. It"s not my job to appear on camera."
"Casey signed the papers."
"That"s fine, but she can"t order me to talk to you any more than she can tell me where to go to dinner tonight. I did pull her case files from storage. She has every right to those materials. And she"s welcome to call me for any type of consult she"d like. But as far as your show goes, I won"t be partic.i.p.ating."
Once again, Laurie found herself wishing that she had Alex by her side. She had a.s.sumed that Casey"s lawyer would at least feign an interest in taking up the gauntlet on her former client"s behalf, but now that Marwood was resisting, Laurie had no authority to contradict her. Before she even realized what was happening, the attorney was walking her across the foyer into a room with a conference table, where two banker boxes marked "C Carter" were waiting on the table.
"What would have happened to these if I hadn"t driven up from the city today?" Laurie asked.
"Like I said, I was about to call you. FedEx would have picked them up in the morning."
Once again, Laurie didn"t believe a word she was saying. "During the trial, someone was trolling Casey with negative comments online. Did you ever look into that?"
"Everything I have is in the files."
"One of the jurors was even told by his daughter about a comment claiming that Casey confessed. He reported it to the judge. Why didn"t you ask for a mistrial?"
She pushed one of the boxes in Laurie"s direction. "With all due respect, ma"am, I don"t owe you any explanations about trial strategy. Now do you need help taking these boxes with you? Because that"s all I have to offer."
Alex had graded Janice Marwood as a C-minus lawyer, but Laurie wanted to give her a giant F.
When she walked outside, file boxes in tow, she could see her father in the rental car, fingertips tapping against the steering wheel. She suspected he was listening to the sixties channel, his favorite station on satellite radio.
He popped the trunk when he spotted her and hopped out to help. "Looks like that went well," he said, grabbing one of the boxes.
"Not at all," she said. She had no proof, but found herself wondering whether Hunter"s father could have gotten to Casey"s own lawyer.
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