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"Just think about it. And do you want to sit on the bride's side or the groom's side of the church?"

"The Jewish side," Steve said.

The intercom buzzed again, and Cece announced that State Attorney Pincher was calling. Steve and Victoria exchanged looks-What's he want?-and Steve hit the speaker b.u.t.ton. "Hey, Sugar Ray. Coerce any confessions today?"

"Got that discovery you requested." Faint amus.e.m.e.nt tickled his voice.

"Great. I'll send my courier over."



"You don't have a courier."

"I forgot. Be a pal and send the stuff over with one of yours."

"Oh, I think you and your partner ought to come over here, p.r.o.nto."

"Yeah, why's that?" Steve heard laughter in the background. He pictured an office filled with Pincher's flunkies.

"'Cause I want to see your face when your case goes straight to Hades." Again, the ripple of sycophantic laughter. The phone clicked dead.

Steve turned to Victoria. "Pincher's gonna sandbag us, but I don't know how."

"Then the sooner the better."

"Right. Let's get going."

Victoria gathered some papers, dumped them in a briefcase. No muss, no fuss. Steve admired how she just got down to business, readied for the fight.

"Sorry, hon," she said. "The menus and seating charts will have to wait."

"And the flowers?" Bigby said.

"You choose. Really, Bruce. You're better at it than I am."

"If you say so," Bigby said, disappointed.

"I'm partial to birds of paradise," Steve said, heading for the door.

8. There is some s.h.i.t I will not eat.

Thirty-one.

MY PARTNER.

"What happened to your face, Solomon?" Ray Pincher asked. "Your secretary beat you up?"

Steve put on his best Jack Nicholson: "Your wife got excited and crossed her legs a little too quick."

Pincher scowled, but his crew-two female prosecutors and Delvin Farnsworth, the homicide detective-snickered.

"Hated that movie," Pincher said. "Evil prevailed. 'It's Chinatown, Jake.' What kind of c.r.a.p is that?"

"What do you have for us, Ray?" Steve wasn't being paid enough to listen to Pincher's movie reviews.

"I'm getting there," Pincher said.

Victoria and Steve were sitting on one side of a long rectangular table in Pincher's conference room. There was a nice view from the windows, if you like concrete expressway trestles fifty feet high.

Pincher was wearing a jet black vested suit with a lavender shirt, lavender tie, and lavender kerchief in his pocket. Way too much lavender for Steve's taste. "Solomon is usually a formidable opponent," Pincher said, turning to the detective. "Reprehensible, but formidable. Lately, though, he's been off his game."

"We drove over here for this?" Steve said.

"Maybe it's because this case is out of his league," Pincher continued serenely.

That again, Steve thought. Why had a discovery session turned adversarial before it had even begun?

Sitting next to Pincher, Farnsworth scratched his mustache with a knuckle. Taking notes-or doodling, Steve couldn't tell which-were the two prosecutors, Gloria Mendez and Miranda Cooper. Steve knew both women as competent but skittish in the courtroom. Neither one would give you a decent plea deal, terrified of being upbraided by their boss. Like most young ASAs, they'd made a Faustian bargain. If they could put up with their egomaniacal boss for a few years, laugh at his jokes, remind him of his brilliance, Pincher would pave the way to a deep-carpet firm downtown.

Steve had never been able to make those kind of compromises. He remembered being only eight or nine when his father starting calling him "Olaf," but never told him why. Years later, in English cla.s.s at Beach High, Steve read the e.e. c.u.mmings poem "i sing of Olaf glad and big." And there he was, in iambic tetrameter: "There is some s.h.i.t I will not eat."

It would make a good law, he decided, mindful that Olaf spoke the defiant words while red-hot bayonets were jammed up his a.s.s.

"Solomon completely misread his client," Pincher continued. "Like a sloppy base runner, he gets picked off. That right, Last Out?"

"Let's just get this over with," Steve said, in no mood for Pincher's bulls.h.i.t.

"My guess, he's preoccupied by his own squabble over in kiddie court."

The son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h. Goading me about Bobby.

"Why don't we just stick to this case?" Victoria said.

"How is that nephew of yours, Solomon?" Pincher asked, ignoring her.

Steve wouldn't take the bait. "Bobby's fine. Thank you for asking."

"Kid's a little weird. But then, with Solomon's family tree, what can you expect?"

Steve felt a hand gripping his forearm. Victoria, urging him to remain calm. He showed her a tight smile he hoped was rea.s.suring, but she looked alarmed.

"Maybe it's genetic," Pincher continued. "Some damaged Solomon gene. I guess they'll figure it out over at Rockland."

Steve felt a hot wave rush over his body, as if he'd just opened the door to a blast furnace. He strained to keep his voice steady. "Unlike these a.s.s wipes of yours, Pincher, I don't have to pretend you're smart or funny or even halfway human. So cut the c.r.a.p. Give us what you've got."

Pincher pretended not to hear him. Or not to care. "The kid's mother-that'd be Solomon's sister-exchanges s.e.xual favors for intoxicating substances. What do they call that, Del?"

"A c.o.ke wh.o.r.e," Farnsworth said.

"Indeed," Pincher agreed. "A harlot so low as to treat her own child worse than barnyard swine. Oh, suffer the little children."

Steve felt beads of sweat on his forehead. He wondered how long it would take him to leap across the conference table and latch on to Pincher's neck. How much time would he have before Farnsworth clubbed him with a gun b.u.t.t?

"Corruption and carnality run in Solomon's family," Pincher prattled on. "I have always thought of the courthouse as a holy place, but Solomon's own father was a money-changer in the temple."

An image formed in Steve's mind. He was picking up Ray Pincher, throwing him through a window, watching his body explode like a crushed melon on the flagstone courtyard nine stories below.

"There is some s.h.i.t I will not eat," Steve said, so quietly only Victoria heard it.

He's going to do something really stupid, Victoria knew. She could hear Steve's breath quicken, could sense his muscles tighten.

"As for the weird kid," Pincher said, "the state's gonna put him in a fishbowl . . ."

"There is some s.h.i.t . . ." Steve's voice, barely a whisper.

". . . stick needles in his brain, and figure out what f.u.c.ked him up, the Solomon gene or the c.o.ke wh.o.r.e's abuse."

". . . I will not eat!"

Steve launched himself across the table and was instantly aware of a strange sensation. Like a steer roped by a cowboy, he was yanked to a sudden stop. He seemed to be suspended in air for a split second, then tumbled back into his chair. Bewildered, he looked down and saw Victoria's hand snagging his belt in a white-knuckled grip. She'd been playing tennis since age four and could crack walnuts in her fist.

"You want to let go?" he said.

"Not yet."

"I was just stretching my legs."

"Stretch them again, Solomon, and I'll tear your pants off."

"Promises, promises."

She laughed. Then so did he. Adrenaline draining, heart rate slowing, he relaxed. She released her grip, and Steve laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back. "Sugar Ray, you're the biggest, baddest lion in the jungle, so you don't have to p.i.s.s all over the room to mark your territory. Now, I don't know what you're after today, but I figure you'll get around to telling us in your own slippery-a.s.s way. Until then, I'm gonna take a little nap. Victoria, wake me when it's over."

He tilted his chair back and closed his eyes.

He trusts me, Victoria thought. He trusts me not just to keep him from committing an a.s.sault, but to go mano a mano with the State Attorney.

"If you have exhibits for us, Mr. Pincher," she said, "I'd appreciate them now. But if all you're going to do is insult my partner, I'll file a motion for sanctions."

"Keep your training bra on," Pincher replied.

Her head snapped back as if hit by a quick jab. "Is that a comment on the size of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s?"

"It's a comment on your lack of experience."

"Funny, because it reminds me of a s.e.xist remark I heard you make to Jack Zinkavich about Gloria. What was it? 'I'd like to eat my lunch off that Cuban b.u.t.t.'"

Victoria thought she heard Gloria Mendez suck in a breath. Next to her, Miranda Cooper shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Farnsworth clapped a hand over his face, stifling a grin. Pincher opened his mouth as if to say something. Apparently he couldn't think of anything.

"Sure you got that right, Victoria?" Steve asked, opening an eye. "You sure Pincher didn't tell Gloria he'd like to eat his lunch off Zinkavich's b.u.t.t?"

"Steve, stay out of this," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am."

"This isn't a joke. Mr. Pincher just committed a violation of federal law. If Gloria wanted to, she could file a complaint with the EEOC and the Ethics Commission, and so could I. So, Mr. Pincher, I advise you to continue your misogynist remarks at your own peril."

"Woweee," Steve yelled, pounding a drumbeat on the table. "Sugar Ray, you can beat the c.r.a.p out of me all you want. But my partner's tougher than you are. She'll cut off your b.a.l.l.s and wear them as earrings."

My partner, Victoria thought. That's what Solomon just called her. My partner.

My partner, Steve thought. That's what she'd called him.

"If all you're going to do is insult my partner . . ."

After lashing him to his chair, she had leapt to his defense. Protecting him. Instead of him protecting her. But then, wasn't the lioness more ferocious than the lion?

"All right," Pincher said, recovering his ability to speak. "You two have had your fun." He nodded to Miranda Cooper, who opened a box, pulled out a dozen glossy photos, and slid them across the table.

Steve and Victoria looked at the first photo. A man and a woman on the flying bridge of a huge yacht. The woman was sprawled in the captain's chair, the man standing between her spread legs, both naked. A long-lens shot, the teak steering wheel gleaming in the sun, the woman's dark hair sailing in the wind. Frozen in mid-hump. The woman's face was clearly visible. Katrina Barksdale. The man's back was to the camera. The crack of his a.s.s was in perfect focus.

"What's the jury gonna think when we show them this?" Pincher asked.

"Probably gonna wonder who's driving the boat," Steve said.

The next shot showed the man's face. Chet Manko, no surprise there. His eyes were closed, his hands cupped under Katrina's a.s.s. Then a tutorial of kama sutra positions-Katrina riding Manko cowgirl; him bending her over the rail doggie style; lying on the deck in the good old missionary position. The last photo showed Katrina with a mouth full of Manko.

"Enjoying the show, Solomon?" Pincher asked.

"What's the big deal? They're not breaking any laws, except maybe the ban on offsh.o.r.e drilling."

"What's that you were saying at the bail hearing? 'Katrina loves Charles'? You'll eat those words, Solomon."

"So she was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around," Steve said. "That doesn't mean she killed her husband. h.e.l.l, he's the one with the motive for murder, not her."

Pincher turned to Farnsworth. "Del, you know what Solomon's thinking right now?"

Farnsworth gestured at a photo that showcased Katrina's shapely a.s.s. "Probably wondering how he can get a piece of that."

"He wants to know how we got the pictures and what else we got."

Steve said: "I figure Charles Barksdale hired a peep, and the peep hired a boat."

"Bingo."

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