Brandt cleared his throat. “So, any wild guesses?”
“I have a question first: What happened to Dennis?”
“Someone snuck up behind him, slapped a black cloth bag over his head, brought him down like a ton of bricks, and tied his hands and feet with wire, all in seconds flat.”
“Just as he was about to report someone coming in the side door.”
“Yup.”
I let that rattle around my head for a minute. “If you were riding shotgun for a buddy on a break-and-enter job, knowing the place was guarded, you’d try to nail the guard before your buddy was spotted, wouldn’t you?”
“Sure, unless I’d had trouble finding the guard.”
“But you’d take the time to find him; otherwise you’d be risking the whole thing. That’d be stupid.”
“Not if there was a timing problem.”
“Like Jackson having to appear at the back hallway just as McDermott walked in the front?”
“Yeah, especially if each didn’t know the other was there. McDermott sure looked like Mr. Innocence himself.”
I mulled that over. “He told me he showed up because someone had phoned him and told him I wanted a meet. That’s possible. Jackson obviously had a fairy godmother watching his back. I wonder if he knew about it?”
Brandt pursed his lips, as interested as I was to kick a few ideas around before interrogating our two suspects. “So, you have two people showing up for a meeting because they were both invited by a third.”
“That looks like it, although ‘invited’ might not work in Jackson’s case. He had a gun, and I suspect Dennis was taken out so he’d have an opportunity to use it.”
Dunn was waiting for Brandt and me on the third floor of the Municipal Building, in the reception area of his small nest of offices. Despite the hour, he looked as dapper as if we’d called him out of a banker’s meeting.
He looked at us without expression. “I gather you hooked a curious fish.”
Brandt smiled. “You could say that.”
“Where is he?”
“In a car downstairs,” I answered. “I wanted you to call the shots on how big we should play this.”
Dunn smiled thinly. “Very diplomatic of you. Why don’t you give me some background before we invite him in?”
Bringing James Dunn up to date, and determining what interrogation strategy to use on Jackson, consumed about twenty minutes, during which the State’s Attorney sat at his polished antique desk and covered the top sheet of a yellow legal pad with small, carefully scripted notes.
Only when he was thoroughly satisfied with what we’d told him did he give me the go-ahead to radio Sammie in the car and have Luman Jackson brought upstairs.
What arrived on the SA’s threshold three minutes later was not an attractive sight. Jackson was disheveled, red-eyed, and oddly out of sorts, as if torn between being angry and frightened. I hoped we could use that displacement to our advantage.
Dunn bowed slightly and waved to a small conference table surrounded by hard, wooden chairs. “Please, Mr. Jackson, have a seat.”
Jackson twisted his body around, showing his manacled wrists. “For God’s sake, James, these handcuffs are completely unnecessary.”
Dunn made a conciliatory gesture. “Of course-a necessary formality. Lieutenant?”
I pulled a key from my pocket and set Jackson free. He made a theatrical show of rubbing his wrists as the rest of us gathered around the table. Dunn pointed to one of the chairs and placed a tape recorder before it. “Luman?”
Jackson stared at the recorder as if it were a snake and gingerly sat before it. With a loud click, Dunn turned it on and announced the date, the time, the location, and the identities of the other people in the room.
Then he sat at the end of the table and nodded to me, directly opposite Jackson.
“Would you please state your name?” I asked.
Luman’s face darkened. “Luman J. Jackson.”
“Mr. Jackson, have you been apprised of your rights?”
“Yes.”
“And you fully understand those rights?”
“Of course I do. Look, this is absurd-”
“Do you wish to speak with us now, or do you want an attorney present?”
“I don’t need an attorney, for Christ’s sake. This whole thing is a misunderstanding.”
Dunn spoke up. “I guarantee you, Luman, before this is over, you will need legal representation.”
“However,” I added, I hoped not too hastily, “if you do wish to talk to us now without a lawyer present, you’ll have to sign a waiver.”
I slid the waiver across the table to him and waited, holding my breath. There were times I had no doubt of the outcome of this ritual legal dance, but this man, normally so belligerent, was muted and confused enough to keep me guessing.
He signed the waiver.
I glanced at it before sliding it over to Dunn. “Thank you. What were you doing at the Brattleboro Union High School tonight?”
Jackson glanced across the table at James Dunn briefly and then concentrated on staring at his knuckles as he clasped and unclasped his hands.
“Mr. Jackson?” I repeated.
He sighed and wrestled some more internally. “I went there to meet someone.”
“Who?”
“I… I can’t say.”
“You were carrying a gun. Do you do that normally?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then why tonight?”
“I was nervous.”
“I noticed that you had the gun already drawn as you appeared from the hallway; that’s how you got the drop on Officer Lavoie. Why was your gun out and ready to fire?”
Jackson opened his mouth to speak, thought a moment, and then closed it again.
“You entered the building through a locked door. How did you do that?”
A flash of the old Luman crossed his face. “With a key, of course. I had it from when I used to teach there.”
“You were last employed by BUHS five years ago. Weren’t you supposed to hand in all your keys on your last day there?”
He hesitated. “Technically, I guess. I forgot.”
“Were you alone tonight?”
“Of course. Look, instead of all this back and forth, why don’t you just let me tell you what happened?”
“Please do.”
But having made the offer, Jackson looked momentarily stuck. “Well, I… I was supposed to meet someone-a private meeting, perfectly legal-but the time and the location made me… nervous, so I took my gun along, for security.”
His voice slowly gained confidence as the tale weaved itself in his mind. “As I entered the building, I heard voices, and since I was only supposed to be meeting one person, that made me very uneasy, so I drew my gun from my pocket. Then, as I turned the corner, there was a man aiming a gun at me. Naturally, I fired in self-defense, after which, seeing several more people in the room, I fled for my life.”
“You didn’t recognize me?” I asked.
“Of course not. All I saw were guns.”
“If your meeting was perfectly legal, Mr. Jackson,” Brandt interjected, “then why won’t you identify the other party?”
Luman looked around at us, the coy smile on his face contrasting with the sweat on his upper lip. “It’s a matter of discretion. A romantic situation. I’m sure you understand.”
“Your date showed up. Didn’t you see Fred McDermott by the front door?” I asked.
Jackson’s face turned livid. “That’s disgusting.”
“You’re denying you were there to meet with McDermott?”
“Of course I am.”
He was full of bluster, but I thought I’d heard a catch in his voice. “Mr. Jackson, at the moment, we’re considering charging you with at least illegal trespass, reckless endangerment with a firearm, and attempted murder. This is not a great time to get cute. It is up to the State’s Attorney here to determine what we do with you tonight. Your cooperation will play a large role in that decision.”
There was a moment’s silence in the room. Jackson finally muttered, “I am cooperating.”
“Then tell us who you were planning to meet.”