The Judge scratched his sharp, clean-shaven chin again. “I’m going to defer a ruling on this until I can see the videotapes. File a pre-trial motion on this matter for all tapes you want excluded, and I’ll consider it.” The Judge rose, causing everyone else to rise as well. “If there’s nothing else, counselors?” Sutherlin dismissed them.
Corbin leaned against the window ledge in the restroom as Beckett ran cold water over his face. Like Sutherlin’s office, the restroom was steaming hot and humid. This restroom was located between the judge’s chamber and a conference room where they were allowed to meet privately with Beaumont when he was brought to the courthouse. The entire hallway was away from the public hallways, back behind the main courtroom. Normally, this restroom was reserved for the judge and the clerks only, but Judge Sutherlin gave Corbin and Beckett permission to use it so they could avoid the media, which began hounding anyone remotely connected to the case after Pierce’s television appearance.
“Man, it’s hot in here,” Corbin said, examining the ancient radiator in the corner, which burped, clanked and sizzled. It had no off switch, so Corbin tried opening the window. He yanked at it, but it didn’t budge. “What do we do now?” Corbin asked, turning his attention to Beaumont’s case.
“We prepare for a bigger case than we were expecting,” Beckett said. “This is disappointing.”
“How do we fight evidence the prosecution hasn’t even produced?”
“That’s the question. We might have a problem if Sutherlin lets in the prior crimes evidence.”
“Can he do that? That’s not admissible at trial, right?”
“Not generally, but you can use it for some purposes, like refuting direct statements made by witnesses, like ‘I’ve never owned a gun.’”
“I see,” Corbin said sourly. “Let’s get the hell out of here, before we melt.”
“Are you talking about the restroom or the city?” Beckett asked with a hint of accusation. He and Corbin were not getting along well, with Corbin repeatedly suggesting they leave Beaumont to his fate. Before Corbin could answer, however, Eddie Pierce entered the restroom.
“Tough luck,” Pierce said in his usual smarmy tone. “I’m sure you’ll do well though. I’ll have the file couriered over this afternoon.” He checked his short black hair in the mirror. “I’m glad I’m not defending your guy. . what a turd!”
“At least I’m defending the truth on this one,” Beckett replied.
This began a verbal exchange between Pierce and Beckett, with each trying to outdo the other. As they parried back and forth, Corbin looked out the window at the alley below. There was a dumpster about ten feet directly beneath the window. Wet gray snow was falling in the alley. It looked cold. This was turning into a miserable winter.
Hillary Morales studied Sgt. Russell’s crooked face. She didn’t like Russell, and this meeting wouldn’t improve her opinion. Russell asked to meet with her, but refused to say why over the phone. That could only mean he wasn’t bringing good news. Morales sat at her desk with her arms folded.
“What’s so important, Sergeant?” she asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
“I’m concerned about my partner-”
“Why?!” she snarled, cutting him off.
“He might go a little weak on this one,” Russell responded carefully.
“Is there some reason for him to ‘go weak’?”
“Let’s just say we might not a’ crossed all our ‘I’s and crossed all the ‘T’s.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Morales demanded. “Wait!” she barked, throwing her hand up to silence him. “I don’t want to know. I do not want to know what you two jokers did. This case is very important to the D.A. Do you understand me, Sergeant? Very important.”
Russell nodded his head.
“You,” Morales pointed at Russell, “are going to make sure your partner doesn’t blow this! Do you understand me?”
Russell nodded.
“Say it!”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“If you get the slightest hint something is wrong, then you take care of it.” Morales rose and walked toward her door. “I want updates, but officially I don’t want to know anything. Do you get me?”
“Yeah, and you don’t want to know what happened at the-”
“Listen to me,” she interrupted him. “I don’t care what you two idiots did. I just want this situation fixed. It would be very, very bad for you if I had to suddenly discover what really happened.” She opened the door. “Now get out,” she spat out.
Russell muttered a profanity under his breath as he left.
Alvarez sounded despondent. “The judge denied everything?”
“Yes,” Corbin confirmed.
“But I thought you had a really good case? I thought the law was on your side on all this stuff?”
“It is. . it’s complicated. Just because you’re right about the law doesn’t mean the judge needs to agree with you. He can make his decisions any way he wants. If we think he’s wrong, then we need to appeal to prove it.”
“Are you going to appeal?”
“We can’t appeal until after the trial. There are only a couple states where you can appeal during the trial and this isn’t one of them. And with Beckett threatening to turn himself in, appealing just isn’t an option. So we’re gonna play the hand we’ve been dealt.”
“Does that mean it’s hopeless?”
“No, not at all. We had a chance to toss out some of the charges and some of the evidence, but the judge didn’t buy it. That’s all. So we move on.”
“That’s ok, I guess,” Alvarez said, still trying to figure out how this changed their odds of success.
“But that’s not the real problem.” Corbin paused before deliver the bad news. “They’ve added more charges. Beaumont’s now facing seventy-five years.”
“What?! Seventy-five years?!” Alvarez exclaimed. “Holy shit! Seventy-five years?! What the fuck!”
“Calm down”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, this is a fucking disaster!” Alvarez yelled into the phone. “Two years, that wasn’t a big deal. I could see a guy like Beaumont taking a deal for two years and this whole thing coming to an end. But there’s no way anyone can reach a deal if they want seventy-five years! Shit! Our risk just shot through the roof! We can’t wait anymore for Beckett to make his move. He could really fuck us now!”
“Calm down,” Corbin repeated.
“You need to act now!” Alvarez continued in the same panicked tone. He either didn’t hear or chose to ignore Corbin’s attempts to calm him. “You need to do something!”
“We can’t take that chance yet.”
“Can’t take a chance?” Alvarez let out a disbelieving laugh. “I don’t. . I don’t buy that. I’m sorry, but I don’t buy that. I’ve been thinking about this. I don’t see why it matters if he has the wallet. You’ve been investigating long enough that he could have gotten it from Beaumont for all anybody knows. There’s no way they could use the wallet to say we’re involved, no way!”
“Will you calm down! There’s no reason for us to take any chances yet.”
“There are seventy-five reasons-”
“Stop panicking! There’s no reason to take any chances yet,” Corbin repeated.
“Yes, there is,” Alvarez started again. “We need to act! You need to act!”
“Calm down,” Corbin growled.
“We need to act now-”
“Shut up!” Corbin finally ordered. Corbin’s words hit Alvarez like a slap across the face and he stopped talking. “I will take care of this one way or another. I’ll do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, not before.”
Almost half a minute of silence passed before Alvarez spoke again. When he spoke, he spoke more calmly. “Can we even trust Beckett to wait until the trial is over?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who’s to say he waits until the jury gives their verdict before he does something? What if he stands up right after they say ‘guilty,’ and he says, ‘I want to confess’? What can you do about it then? Are you gonna shoot him in the courtroom? What if he stands up on day one of the trial and announces he did it? I say something needs to be done now because you can’t predict what this guy will do.”