recapped the events of the night before. Sniper slaying.
Senseless slaughter. An automatic weapon. A parking garage. A public plaza. Commuters on their way home after a long working week.
Five dead. A suspect in custody, but a city still grieving.
Reacher thought it was Yanni who was grieving.
Emerson's success had cut her story short. She signed off and CNN went to political news. Reacher turned the TV off. The dancer came out of the bathroom. She was pink and fragrant. And naked. She had left her towels inside. 'What shall we do today?' she said, with a wide Norwegian smile.
'I'm going to Indiana,' Reacher said.
He walked north in the heat to the Miami bus depot.
Then he leafed through a greasy timetable and planned a route. It wasn't going to be an easy trip.
Miami to Jacksonville would be the first leg. Then Jacksonville to New Orleans. Then New Orleans to St Louis. Then St Louis to Indianapolis. Then a local bus, presumably, south into the heartland. Five separate destinations.
Arrival and departure times were not well integrated.
Beginning to end, it was going to take more than forty-eight hours. He was tempted to fly or rent a car, but he was short of money and he liked buses better and he figured nothing much was going to happen on the weekend anyway.
What happened on the weekend was that Rosemary Barr called her firm's investigator back. She figured Franklin would have a semi-independent point of view.
She got him at home, ten o'clock in the morning on the Sunday. 'I think I should hire different lawyers,' she said.
Franklin said nothing.
'David Chapman thinks he's guilty,' Rosemary said.
'Doesn't he? So he's already given up.'
'I can't comment,' Franklin said. 'He's one of my employers.'
Now Rosemary Barr said nothing.
'How was the hospital?' Franklin asked.
'Awful. He's in intensive care with a bunch of prison deadbeats. They've got him handcuffed to the bed. He's in a coma, for God's sake. How do they think he's going to escape?' 'What's the legal position?'
'He was arrested but not arraigned. He's in a kind of limbo. They're assuming he wouldn't have gotten bail.'
'They're probably right.'
'So they claim under the circumstances it's like he actually didn't get bail. So he's theirs. He's in the system. Like a twilight zone.'
What would you like to happen?'
'He shouldn't be in handcuffs. And he should be in a VA hospital at least. But that won't happen until I find a lawyer who's prepared to help him.' Franklin paused.
'How do you explain all the evidence?' 'I know my brother.'
'You moved out, right?'
'For other reasons. Not because he's a homicidal maniac' 'He blocked off a parking space,' Franklin said.
'He premeditated this thing.' 'You think he's guilty too.'
'I work with what I've got. And what I've got doesn't look good.' Rosemary Barr said nothing.
'I'm sorry,' Franklin said.
'Can you recommend another lawyer?'
'Can you make that decision? Do you have a power of attorney?' 'I think it's implied. He's in a coma. I'm his next of kin.' 'How much money have you got?'
'Not much.'
'How much has he got?'
'There's some equity in his house.'
'It won't look good. It'll be like a kick in the teeth for the firm you work for.' 'I can't worry about that.'
'You could lose everything, including your job.' 'I'll lose it anyway, unless I help James. If he's convicted, they'll let me go. I'll be notorious. By association. An embarrassment' 'He had your sleeping pills,' Franklin said.
'I gave them to him. He doesn't have insurance.' "Why did he need them?'
'He has trouble sleeping.'
Franklin said nothing.
'You think he's guilty,' Rosemary said.
'The evidence is overwhelming,' Franklin said.
'David Chapman isn't really trying, is he?'
'You have to consider the possibility that David Chapman is right.'
Who should I call?'
Franklin paused.
'Try Helen Rodin,' he said.
'Rodin?'
'She's the DA's daughter.'
'I don't know her.'
'She's downtown. She just hung out her
Senseless slaughter. An automatic weapon. A parking garage. A public plaza. Commuters on their way home after a long working week.
Five dead. A suspect in custody, but a city still grieving.
Reacher thought it was Yanni who was grieving.
Emerson's success had cut her story short. She signed off and CNN went to political news. Reacher turned the TV off. The dancer came out of the bathroom. She was pink and fragrant. And naked. She had left her towels inside. 'What shall we do today?' she said, with a wide Norwegian smile.
'I'm going to Indiana,' Reacher said.
He walked north in the heat to the Miami bus depot.
Then he leafed through a greasy timetable and planned a route. It wasn't going to be an easy trip.
Miami to Jacksonville would be the first leg. Then Jacksonville to New Orleans. Then New Orleans to St Louis. Then St Louis to Indianapolis. Then a local bus, presumably, south into the heartland. Five separate destinations.
Arrival and departure times were not well integrated.
Beginning to end, it was going to take more than forty-eight hours. He was tempted to fly or rent a car, but he was short of money and he liked buses better and he figured nothing much was going to happen on the weekend anyway.
What happened on the weekend was that Rosemary Barr called her firm's investigator back. She figured Franklin would have a semi-independent point of view.
She got him at home, ten o'clock in the morning on the Sunday. 'I think I should hire different lawyers,' she said.
Franklin said nothing.
'David Chapman thinks he's guilty,' Rosemary said.
'Doesn't he? So he's already given up.'
'I can't comment,' Franklin said. 'He's one of my employers.'
Now Rosemary Barr said nothing.
'How was the hospital?' Franklin asked.
'Awful. He's in intensive care with a bunch of prison deadbeats. They've got him handcuffed to the bed. He's in a coma, for God's sake. How do they think he's going to escape?' 'What's the legal position?'
'He was arrested but not arraigned. He's in a kind of limbo. They're assuming he wouldn't have gotten bail.'
'They're probably right.'
'So they claim under the circumstances it's like he actually didn't get bail. So he's theirs. He's in the system. Like a twilight zone.'
What would you like to happen?'
'He shouldn't be in handcuffs. And he should be in a VA hospital at least. But that won't happen until I find a lawyer who's prepared to help him.' Franklin paused.
'How do you explain all the evidence?' 'I know my brother.'
'You moved out, right?'
'For other reasons. Not because he's a homicidal maniac' 'He blocked off a parking space,' Franklin said.
'He premeditated this thing.' 'You think he's guilty too.'
'I work with what I've got. And what I've got doesn't look good.' Rosemary Barr said nothing.
'I'm sorry,' Franklin said.
'Can you recommend another lawyer?'
'Can you make that decision? Do you have a power of attorney?' 'I think it's implied. He's in a coma. I'm his next of kin.' 'How much money have you got?'
'Not much.'
'How much has he got?'
'There's some equity in his house.'
'It won't look good. It'll be like a kick in the teeth for the firm you work for.' 'I can't worry about that.'
'You could lose everything, including your job.' 'I'll lose it anyway, unless I help James. If he's convicted, they'll let me go. I'll be notorious. By association. An embarrassment' 'He had your sleeping pills,' Franklin said.
'I gave them to him. He doesn't have insurance.' "Why did he need them?'
'He has trouble sleeping.'
Franklin said nothing.
'You think he's guilty,' Rosemary said.
'The evidence is overwhelming,' Franklin said.
'David Chapman isn't really trying, is he?'
'You have to consider the possibility that David Chapman is right.'
Who should I call?'
Franklin paused.
'Try Helen Rodin,' he said.
'Rodin?'
'She's the DA's daughter.'
'I don't know her.'
'She's downtown. She just hung out her
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