I asked, “By the way, what are the odds of William Murray getting convicted?”
“What?”
“William Murray?” The question was meant to throw her, but I was getting a blank look. “Mail fraud and conspiracy?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And she did, indeed, appear perplexed.
“Paragon Ventures?”
“The company accused of the big Medicare scam?”
“You know about it?”
“Yes-everybody knows about it. It was all over the Boston Globe for weeks. The Boston DA’s office is handling it.”
“Are you involved in the prosecution?”
“What’s this about?”
“Are you involved?”
She shook her head. “Paragon Ventures is accused of committing a corporate crime. I work felonies, and I prosecute murders mostly. What’s this about?”
“This morning I was dragged in front of a couple of the firm’s senior partners. The server we logged onto the other day showed that we downloaded two legal files. It happens that Culper, Hutch, and Westin is handling the defense for both parties.”
“Oh… and you-”
“Yes. I’m in very deep shit, accused of abetting your theft of confidential firm information that’s very injurious to two of their highly valued clients.”
“That is deep shit.”
“Put on your hip boots. You’re my accomplice.”
She thought about this a moment, then asked, “And those files were supposed to be in Lisa’s e-mail?”
“So the server says.” I added, “And I was assured that the server does not lie. And did you know it’s hooked up to some wildass clock in Greenwich that keeps it accurate to within three… whatevers?”
“What?” she asked, somewhat distracted. “It’s ridiculous. You saw what I saw.”
“I thought I did.”
“You did. So… somebody doctored the files afterward. It’s the only explanation.”
“No, it’s the most likely explanation.” Then I asked her, “Barry Bosworth, did Lisa ever mention him?”
“Why? Do you think he’s involved with this?”
“I have no reason to.”
She stared at me for a few seconds, then said, “Over the course of the year, Lisa told me about a number of the people she worked with at your firm. I had the impression it’s a very… an unfriendly environment.” She added, “Bosworth was high on her list of people she didn’t trust or like.”
“His wife and children don’t trust or like him. Specifics, please.”
“Lisa complained about him several times. He gave her a hard time, took credit for some of her better work, generally tried to undermine her. He saw her as a threat, and tried his best to harm her.”
“The same Barry I know and love. What about Sally Westin?”
“She was higher on the list than Barry.”
“We’re talking about the same Sally?”
She nodded, and she said, “Lisa mentioned several times that she thought something was strange and… No, actually, she said something was phony about her. I had the sense that her dislike of Westin was more personal than her feelings toward Bosworth. I think she regarded Sally as more dangerous.” She added, “I don’t know why.”
I found this a bit confusing.
I mean, Sally struck me as a hopeless case-not overly bright, lousy client skills, one of those unfortunate people who kill themselves trying… literally. Every firm has them, that guy or gal who sweats too hard, stays too late, too often, and spends too much time on their knees sucking up to partners. They think effort and suction will be their own just rewards. Not so. Just not so. In the highly competitive field of law, talent and brains are the tickets to the brass ring. I had observed no inkling of either in Miss Sally Westin.
But regarding Sally, I also felt, as I mentioned, that something was odd, repressed, almost coiled. Knowing her tragic background, I supposed she was carrying around a bundle of confused emotions, bitter regrets, anger, guilt, and God knows what other poisonous attributes. The children of suicidal parents often have a heavy cross to bear, emptiness, unfulfillment, and confused destinies. But how that made Sally dangerous was a factor I had yet to figure out.
I asked Janet, “Anybody else I should be careful of, know about, whatever?”
She lifted her wineglass and stared down into the liquid. “Well, Cy Berger.”
Now I really looked confused, so she asked, “You mean you still don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“I thought you… well, I thought you knew.” She put down the wineglass. “You recall that Lisa was dating someone for a good part of the past year?”
When I said nothing, she added, “I think I also mentioned that my father, my sisters, and I were very upset about it. He’s much older, for one thing. But like everybody, we were also aware of his reputation, and that wasn’t very reassuring.”
“What did Lisa see in him?”
“He’s charming and successful.” But she contemplated my question further, then suggested, “I think partly it was the bad-boy image. Does that make sense?”
“No.”
“Lisa’s whole life she was very… what’s the word here? Whatever she set her mind to, she always excelled at-first in the class in everything, track star, boys always calling. That can leave a woman vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable?”
“Yeah, vul- You don’t know women very well, do you?”
Well, I knew them well enough not to answer that.
She explained, “Some women… Lisa was one, maybe, they’re very self-confident and that leads to a strong reforming instinct.” Her eyes sort of wandered around my apartment as she added, “Possibly it’s why Lisa liked you, too.”
Hmmm. “Go on.”
“Most women have a streak of it. Why do you think guys like Richard Gere and Vin Diesel are such big stars? Women watch them on the screen and dream of saving them from themselves.”
Well, this was weird. Life truly is just filled with these little men are from Mars and women from Venus oddities. A guy sees a bad girl, does he even think about reforming her? No-he wonders, What are the odds I can get a piece of that action and sneak out the back door before she learns my real name and phone number? If I ever have a daughter, we’re going to have a long chat about men. Pigs. Complete pigs.
But back to the subject. I said, “And how did it end?”
“This is Cy we’re talking about.”
“Lisa caught him cheating?”
“She did.”
“With who?”
“Didn’t say. Just that Cy and another woman started an affair.” She added, “When Lisa confronted him, Cy actually tried to persuade her to enter a sharing arrangement.”
“I’ll bet that went over well.”
“You can’t imagine.”
A piece of this made no sense, and I mentioned, “Cy said Lisa was offered a partnership in the Boston office. She accepted, and was preparing her resignation from the Army.”
“He said that?”
“Yes.”
“Well… I don’t know about it.”
“But you would know, wouldn’t you?”
“Not necessarily.”
“But I’d think-”
“This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
I looked at her with confusion. I mean, Lisa would discuss where her boyfriend was tucking his ex-senatorial weenie, yet she failed to mention a job that would place the two of them in the same city? Weird. Just weird.
But there was a more pressing subject, and I said, “Have you ever heard of a company called Grand Vistas?”
“Should I have?” She then asked, “Is this another case the Boston DA’s handling?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Possibly. It’s an international company with holdings in everything from shipping to precious metals to telecommunications.”
“Why would I have heard of it?”
“No particular reason.” I refilled her wineglass. “I wondered if Lisa ever mentioned it.”
“No.”
“Do you know anybody who could maybe research it?”
She contemplated this and me a moment. “The Boston DA’s office has a corporate fraud unit. It often works with the SEC. John Andrews, the head of the unit, is a friend.”