The trial had gone well. David had refuted the prosecutor’s evidence bit by bit, and he had won the jury over to his client’s side. And unexpectedly, a disaster had occurred. Helen’s alibi was that at the time of the murder she had been at the theater with a friend. Under questioning in court, her friend admitted that the alibi was a lie, and a witness had come forward to say that he had seen Helen at her stepmother’s apartment at the time of the murder. Helen’s credibility was completely gone. The jury convicted her of first-degree murder, and the judge sentenced her to be executed. David was devastated.
“How could you have done this, Helen?” he demanded. “Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t kill my stepmother, David. When I got to her apartment, I found her on the floor, dead. I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, so I—I made up the story about being at the theater.”
He stood there, listening, a cynical expression on his face.
“I’m telling you the truth, David.”
“Are you?” He turned and stormed out.
Sometime during the night, Helen committed suicide.
One week later, an ex-convict caught committing a burglary confessed to the murder of Helen’s stepmother.
The next day, David quit Jesse Quiller’s firm. Quiller had tried to dissuade him.
“It wasn’t your fault, David. She lied to you and—”
“That’s the point. I let her. I didn’t do my job. I didn’t make sure she was telling me the truth. I wanted to believe her, and because of that, I let her down.”
Two weeks later, David was working for Kincaid, Turner, Rose & Ripley.
“I’ll never be responsible for another person’s life,” David had sworn.
And now he was defending Ashley Patterson.
Chapter Fourteen
AT ten o’clock the following morning, David walked into Joseph Kincaid’s office. Kincaid was signing some papers and he glanced up as David entered.
“Ah. Sit down, David. I’ll be through in a moment.”
David sat down and waited.
When Kincaid had finished, he smiled and said, “Well! You have some good news, I trust?”
Good news for whom? David wondered.
“You have a very bright future here, David, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to do anything to spoil that. The firm has big plans for you.”
David was silent, trying to find the right words.
Kincaid said, “Well? Have you told Dr. Patterson that you’d find another lawyer for him?”
“No. I’ve decided that I’m going to defend her.”
Kincaid’s smile faded. “Are you really going to defend that woman, David? She’s a vicious, sick murderer. Anyone who defends her will be tarred with the same brush.”
“I’m not doing this because I want to, Joseph. I’m obligated. I owe Dr. Patterson a great deal, and this is the only way I can ever repay him.”
Kincaid sat there, silent. When he finally spoke, he said, “If you’ve really decided to go ahead with this, then I suggest that it would be appropriate for you to take a leave of absence. Without pay, of course.”
Good-bye, partnership.
“After the trial, naturally, you’ll come back to us and the partnership will be waiting for you.”
David nodded. “Naturally.”
“I’ll have Collins take over your workload. I’m sure you’ll want to begin concentrating on the trial.”
Thirty minutes later, the partners of Kincaid, Turner, Rose & Ripley were in a meeting.
“We can’t afford to have this firm be involved in a trial like that,” Henry Turner objected.
Joseph Kincaid was quick to respond. “We’re not really involved, Henry. We’re giving the boy a leave of absence.”
Albert Rose spoke up. “I think we should cut him loose.”
“Not yet. That would be shortsighted. Dr. Patterson could be a cash cow for us. He knows everybody, and he’ll be grateful to us for letting him borrow David. No matter what happens at the trial, it’s a win-win situation. If it goes well, we get the doctor as a client and make Singer a partner. If the trial goes badly, we’ll drop Singer and see if we can’t keep the good doctor. There’s really no downside.”
There was a moment of silence, then John Ripley grinned. “Good thinking, Joseph.”