Chapters (64)
- PART ONE
- One
- Two
- Three
- PART TWO
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- PART THREE
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- PART FOUR
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- PART FIVE
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- PART SIX
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- ALSO BY MICHAEL CONNELLY
“Patrick, I haven’t had an office since I left the Public Defenders Office twelve years ago. My car is my office. I’ve got two other Lincolns just like this one. I keep them in rotation. Each one’s got a printer, a fax and I’ve got a wireless card in my computer. Anything I have to do in an office I can do back here while I’m on the road to the next place. There are more than forty courthouses spread across L.A. County. Being mobile is the best way to do business.”
“Cool,” Patrick said. “I wouldn’t want to be in an office either.”
“Damn right,” I said. “Too claustrophobic.”
My computer was ready. I went to the file where I kept generic forms and motions and began to customize a pretrial motion to examine evidence.
“I’m working on your case right now, Patrick.”
He looked at me in the mirror.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I reviewed your file and there’s something Mr. Vincent hadn’t done that I think we need to do that may help.”
“What’s that?”
“Get an independent appraisal of the necklace you took. They list the value as twenty-five thousand and that bumps you up to a felony theft category. But it doesn’t look like anybody ever challenged that.”
“You mean like if the diamonds are bogus there’s no felony?”
“It could work out like that. But I was thinking of something else, too.”
“What?”
I pulled his file out of my bag so I could check a name.
“Let me ask you a few questions first, Patrick,” I said. “What were you doing in that house where you took the necklace?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I was dating the old lady’s youngest daughter. I met her on the beach and was sort of teaching her to surf. We went out a few times and hung out. One time there was a birthday party at the house and I was invited and the mother was given the necklace as a gift.”
“That’s when you learned its value.”
“Yeah, the father said they were diamonds when he gave it to her. He was real proud of ’em.”
“So then, the next time you were there at the house, you stole the necklace.”
He didn’t respond.
“It wasn’t a question, Patrick. It’s a fact. I’m your lawyer now and we need to discuss the facts of the case. Just don’t ever lie to me or I won’t be your lawyer anymore.”
“Okay.”
“So the next time you were in the house, you stole the necklace.”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me about it.”