“Okay. I think I get the picture.”
“Do they know who you are?”
“They will by now. And they’l
l be coming for me.”
“What are you goin’ to do about that?”
“Be ready for when they do,” he said.
She sat and steepled her hands. “Can I ask what it is exactly that you do for a livin’?”
“You can ask,” replied Robie.
“But you can’t say?”
“Look at the files on the flash drive and tell me what you think. I’m going to see my father.”
“What are you goin’ to tell him?”
“The truth. And in return I hope he does the same.”
* * *
Taggert wasn’t at the jail, so Robie was escorted back by the same deputy who had run him through the metal detector previously.
His father was sitting on his bunk. And this time he did not attack his son.
Robie leaned against the wall and in calm, succinct sentences explained to the man what had happened last night. When he was done, Dan Robie didn’t say anything for several minutes. To his son it seemed his father was thinking through every possible scenario, like he had first as a Marine, and then as a lawyer.
Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “They’re goin’ to want to kill you for what you did.”
“I assume so.”
“There’s no assumption about it,” said Dan Robie sharply.
“Do you know these people?”
“The Rebel Yell? Not really.”
“Toni Moses thinks they’re into illegal stuff.”
“Could be,” said his father. “Lots of that goin’ around.”
“Which means that they have a great motive for killing Sherman Clancy. After what I heard last night it seems to me that they’re the prime suspect.”
“Good luck provin’ that.”
Robie cocked his head. “We don’t have to prove it. We just have to use it to cast reasonable doubt. Then you don’t get convicted. Isn’t that legally the way it works?”
“Legally, yes. Practically, no.”
“Explain that to me.”
“I get off on what folks round here will conclude was a technicality. They’ll still assume I killed the man because my wife slept with him.”
“Since when do you care what people think?”
“I do care what people in Cantrell think, because it is my home. They are my neighbors. They are my friends.”
“Your real friends wouldn’t believe you could kill anyone.”
“Would your ‘real friends’ believe that you couldn’t kill anyone?” his father shot back.
“No,” admitted Robie. They would know better, he thought.
“So you’re saying that you want conclusive proof of your innocence to come out of all this. Which means you did not kill Sherman Clancy.”
“I never said I did kill him.”
“But you never said you didn’t. And while we’re on the subject, was it you driving the Range Rover that night?”
“How is Ty doin’?” his father asked.
Robie took a deep breath and held it before letting it go. He had to remind himself that he could not get it all done today or tomorrow or the next day. Small steps, like executing a mission. You check off one box and then the next. And then the next.
“To do with you specifically. They didn’t go into detail, but it was clear that you are a valuable asset that they do not want to see damaged or worse. I told my superiors that I would do my best, but that I could hardly guarantee your safety unless I got you to leave town or locked you up somewhere.”
Wurtzburger looked back at Robie from the front seat. “And I gather you would not be amenable to either of those options.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“My superiors were also told that if we tried to force you to do so we had better bring in several teams of special agents loaded for bear, or it would ultimately be a losing proposition for us.”
To this Robie said nothing.