I stood in the doorway, watching him sulk on an antique settee, surrounded by high shelves of books I couldn’t imagine anyone had ever read. He was obviously a nasty sonofabitch and presumably a pimp. But was he also a killer? And why was he acting so arrogant about the raid?

His lawyer got there less than an hour later, wearing suspenders and a bow tie in the middle of the night. If I’d seen him on the street, I’d never have expected he was tied into something like this. He was Dilbert, minus the pocket protector.

Unfortunately, his paperwork was very good.

“What’s this?” Mahoney asked, as the lawyer handed it over to him.

“Motion to quash. As of this moment, your ex parte’s void, and this raid is illegal. My client will generously allow you five minutes to clear out. After that, we’re looking at contempt of court and criminal trespassing.”

Mahoney did a slow double take between the lawyer’s little bug eyes and the motion to quash. Whatever he saw seemed to have the intended effect. He dropped the pages to the floor and walked away as they fluttered. Then I heard him shouting orders and shutting everyone down, the entire raid.

I picked up the motion and started scanning. “Who the hell’s your judge at one in the morning?” I asked the lawyer.

He actually reached up and flipped the page for me, pointed. “The Honorable Laurence Gibson.”

Of course, I thought. Senators, congressmen, billionaires for clients—why not a judge?

Part Three

WITH OR WITHOUT YOU

Chapter 47

I GOT HOME early Sunday morning, somewhere between the newspaper delivery trucks and the overzealous joggers heading to the park.

Whoa! What was this?

I found Nana on the sunporch, fast asleep in one of the wicker chairs. Other than her ancient pink terry slippers, she was already dressed for church in a gray flannel skirt and white sweater set. This would be Nana’s first service since the hospital visit, and the whole family was going.

I put a hand on her shoulder, and she woke with a shrug. All it took was one quick look at my face. “Bad night?” she asked.

I flopped down on the love seat across from her. “Am I that obvious all the time?”

“Only to the initiated. All right, tell me what happened. Talk to me.”

If this were any other case, I would have pleaded exhaustion, but Nana deserved to know about it. Still, I kept the details down to a PG rating; there was no need to overemphasize the dark side of Caroline’s life. Nana knew, I was sure. She always seemed to, somehow.

By the time I got to the part about the geeky lawyer with the “motion to quash,” I started getting worked up all over again. I’d just wasted a whole night, and I’d run out on Ali and Jannie to do it.

“I think Jannie has that pouting, cold-shoulder thing down pat, though,” I said. “How were they after I left?”