Turning Angel. Greg Iles
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“Genital trauma.”
Drew looks confused by this. “Go on.”
“They found semen from two different men inside her body.”
He closes his eyes like a man fighting bone-deep pain. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
“I wanted you sane when the deputies came to collect your blood.”
He shakes his head as though I’ve betrayed him.
“Drew, I have to ask you this. Is there any chance that Kate was having consensual sex with someone else besides you?”
A slow blink. Then an odd smile. “You still don’t get it, do you? Kate loved me. She loved me absolutely. If you’d told me earlier that they found two different semen samples inside her, I could have told you right away that she’d been raped.”
“Well … I wish there were some way to prove absolute love. Because I think the D.A. is going to paint you as a jealous older man who went crazy when he found out his teenage mistress was sharing her natural bounty with someone else.”
Drew’s mouth wrinkles with disgust. “I don’t care what he does.”
“You’d better start. You’d better give the whole situation some serious thought tonight. Try to conjure up some idea of who might have wanted to rape or kill Kate. Because the fact that she was pregnant means that you could be charged with double homicide.”
Drew’s blue eyes are impenetrable to me. After a time, he says, “What happens tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow I’ll have the assault charge against you dismissed. You don’t want to charge Steve Sayers for attacking you.”
“No.”
“All right—”
“Fuck!” Drew exclaims, his face suddenly flushed. “What about Tim? He’s going to see the newspaper. Kids are going to tell him his dad’s in jail!”
I wish there was something I could do to ease Drew’s mind about his son, but there’s not. “Tim’s going to have a bad time throughout this thing,” I say evenly. “You have to accept that. I’ll get you out as early as I can tomorrow, and you can talk to him yourself.”
Drew shakes his head, his eyes flicking back and forth in helpless rage.
“Something else you’d better get used to,” I add. “Steve Sayers and his buddies are a pretty typical example of how the people in this community are going to feel about you for a while.”
Drew’s eyes fix upon me. “All I care about is Tim. You get me out so I can help him understand this. After that, I’ll find out who killed Kate.”
There’s an undertone in Drew’s voice that sends a tingle along my forearms. It’s the emotionless timbre of the man who put down three muscle-bound jocks without breaking a sweat. He said, “After that, I’ll find out who killed Kate,” the same way he might say, “After dinner, I’ll take out the garbage.”
I nod and stand in the little cubicle. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Drew leaves the visiting room without a word.
By the time I pick up Annie from school, I’ve taken several cell calls, and my phone is still ringing. Most of the calls have been from school parents, pumping me for information about Drew and Kate. But a few were more serious, and more disturbing.
One was from Holden Smith, the president of the St. Stephen’s school board. Holden had heard a distorted version of the afternoon’s fight from Steve Sayers’s father, and he was livid at Drew. About the only fact he had right was that Steve and Drew were being held in jail on felony assault charges. I did my best to explain that Drew wasn’t at fault, but Holden didn’t buy my argument.
“That’s not even the point,” he said. “We’ve got a member of the school board brawling with three of our students! That’s simply unacceptable. Drew should know better than to let something like that happen.”
“I told you he tried to stop it, Holden. The fight couldn’t have been avoided.”
“Okay, okay, but look what the fight was about. Everybody in town knows Drew was having sex with Kate Townsend, and that he might even have killed her. Do you—”
“Nobody knows that!” I snapped. “That’s pure speculation!”
“So what! Do you realize what that kind of rumor will do to St. Stephen’s? To our public image? Do you know what kind of lawsuits we’re going to get over this?”
“What are you telling me, Holden?”
A brief silence. “We want Drew off the board.”
“Who’s ‘we’?”
“Everybody!”
“You want him to resign?”
“If he doesn’t, we’ll vote him off tonight in a special session. We have no choice.”
“That’s bullshit. The board could give Drew its qualified support, based on his years of dedication to the school. Did that thought enter anyone’s head?”
“Don’t even pretend that’s an option,” Holden said in a dismissive voice. “You know how this town works. And that brings up another issue. What about you, Penn? Are you Drew’s lawyer now?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Well, if you are, you’re not going to be able to remain on the board, either.”
Holden was right about that. As a board member, I’ll be named in any civil suit arising out of the present situation. I can’t remain on the board and also defend Drew in a civil or criminal proceeding. Of course, resigning would cut off my flow of inside information, but I wasn’t about to align myself with gutless Holden Smith.
“Drew and I will both resign,” I said with disgust. “You’ll have our letters in the morning.”
“We’d prefer to have Drew’s tonight.”
I hung up on him.
While I drove along in a funk, Caitlin called me from Boston. Apparently, a reporter for the Natchez Examiner had called her and delivered a summation of the rumors spreading across town. Caitlin was stunned that I was being mentioned as Drew Elliot’s lawyer. She knows Drew, but only superficially, and she has no special reason to believe he’s innocent of the crimes being attributed to him.
“Exactly when were you going to tell me you were representing Drew?” she asked. “Or were you going to tell me at all?”
“I’m not sure I’m going to represent him.”
“I thought you didn’t practice anymore.”
“Drew is a lifelong friend, and he needs help. Right now, I’m acting primarily as a friend.” This wasn’t strictly true, but I’ve been deceiving myself as well as Caitlin about that. “When I see how this develops, I’ll make a decision about the legal side of things.”
“Penn, why didn’t you tell me about all this last night?”
Caitlin sounded hurt, but she hasn’t been very communicative to me about her recent situation either. “I couldn’t get you on the phone last night. You were at your party.”
“You could have called me this morning.”
“Yes, but you already had reporters working the story. You may even end up working it yourself.”
“We’ve been in that situation before, and we handled it fine.”
“But not without tension.”
A little laugh. “Tension’s okay. We can live with tension. It’s deception