Jennifer could feel her stomach tightening. “What does this have to do with Jack Scanlon?”
Earl Osborne gave her a frosty smile. “Jack Scanlon is Frank Jackson.”
“I don’t believe it!”
Di Silva said, “This yellow sheet came in from the FBI an hour ago. Jackson’s a con artist and a psychopathic liar. Over the last ten years he’s been arrested on charges ranging from pimping to arson to armed robbery. He did a stretch in Joliet. He’s never held a steady job and he’s never been married. Five years ago he was picked up by the FBI on a kidnapping charge. He kidnapped a three-year-old girl and sent a ransom note. The body of the little girl was found in a wooded area two months later. According to the coroner’s report, the body was partially decomposed, but there were visible signs of small knife cuts all over her body. She had been raped and sodomized.”
Jennifer felt suddenly ill.
“Jackson was acquitted on a technicality that some hotshot lawyer cooked up.” When Di Silva spoke again his voice was filled with contempt. “That the man you want walking around the streets?”
“May I see that dossier, please?”
Silently, Di Silva handed it to Jennifer and she began reading it. It was Jack Scanlon. There was no question about it. There was a police mug shot of him stapled to the yellow sheet. He had looked younger then and he had no beard, but there was no mistaking him. Jack Scanlon—Frank Jackson—had lied to her about everything. He had made up his life story and Jennifer had believed every word. He had been so convincing that she had not even taken the trouble to have Ken Bailey check him out.
Judge Barnard said, “May I see that?”
Jennifer handed the dossier to him. The judge glanced through it and then looked at Jennifer. “Well?”
“I won’t represent him.”
Di Silva raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “You shock me, Miss Parker. You’re always saying that everyone is entitled to a lawyer.”
“Everyone is,” Jennifer replied evenly, “but I have a hard and fast rule: I won’t represent anyone who lies to me. Mr. Jackson will have to get himself another lawyer.”
Judge Barnard nodded. “The court will arrange that.”
Osborne said, “I’d like his bail revoked immediately, Your Honor. I think he’s too dangerous to be walking the streets.”
Judge Barnard turned to Jennifer. “As of this moment you’re still the attorney of record, Miss Parker. Do you have any objection to that?”
“No,” Jennifer said tightly. “None.”
Judge Barnard said, “I’ll order his bail revoked.”
Judge Lawrence Waldman had invited Jennifer to a charity dinner that evening. She had felt drained after the events of the afternoon and would have preferred to go home and have a quiet evening with Joshua, but she did not want to disappoint the judge. She changed clothes at the office and met Judge Waldman at the Waldorf-Astoria, where the party was taking place.
It was a gala event, with half a dozen Hollywood stars entertaining, but Jennifer was unable to enjoy it. Her mind was elsewhere. Judge Waldman had been watching her.
“Is anything wrong, Jennie?”
She managed a smile. “No, just a business problem, Lawrence.”
And what kind of business am I really in, Jennifer wondered, dealing with the dregs of humanity, the rapists and killers and kidnappers? She decided it would be a wonderful night to get drunk.
The captain came over to the table and whispered in Jennifer’s ear. “Excuse me, Miss Parker, there’s a telephone call for you.”
Jennifer felt an instant sense of alarm. The only one who knew where to reach her was Mrs. Mackey. She could only be calling because something was wrong.
“Excuse me,” Jennifer said.
She followed the captain to a small office off the lobby.
Jennifer picked up the receiver and a man’s voice whispered, “You bitch! You double-crossed me.”
Jennifer felt her body begin to tremble. “Who is this?” she asked.
But she knew.
“You told the cops to come and get me.”
“That’s not true! I—”
“You promised to help me.”
“I will help you. Where are—?”
“You lying cunt!” His voice dropped so low she could hardly make out his words. “You’re going to pay for this. Oh, you’re going to pay for this!”