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?“Your lawyer is here,” he said. I was let out of the cell, handcuffed, and escorted upstairs and into yet another interrogation room where Louie DeSoto sat at the table under the watchful eyes of Detective DeStadler and Detective Elvis.
?As was usual when Mr. DeSoto arrived, he carried a look of enormous confidence while the two detectives appeared annoyed.
?“And there he is!” Louie said, as he rose from his seat.
?My hands were freed and I move
d to the chair next to Louie.
?He faced the detectives and made a broad motion with his arms.
?“Do I have to remind you gentlemen that Mr. Watkins has been released by the court on bail or that neither of you have the authority to revoke such bail unless he commits another crime or is an immediate threat to the community?”
?“Ballistics shows your client’s gun is the murder weapon,” Detective Elvis said.
?“That’s called new evidence,” DeStadler said.
?“I call it circumstantial. In my opinion, you are just pissed off that your other suspect, who possessed illegally copied keys for Mr. Watkins’ apartment, went out through the window. That is no reason to bring him in.” He turned to me. “Mark, we are leaving.”
?Louie started to put files into his briefcase, just as a knock came at the door. DeStadler, with a face like he wanted to eviscerate the next guy who walked in, turned and opened it. A uniformed officer stuck his head in, whispered to DeStadler, and handed him a folder.
?DeStadler turned back with a puzzled look on his face. He handed the folder to Elvis, who opened it, took a look, and his jaw grew hard.
?Louie had shut his briefcase and wasn’t aware of what just happened. He gave me a smile and headed for the door.
?DeStadler and Elvis stood in front of it like stone statues.
?“Gentlemen, my client and I are leaving,” Louie said politely.
?“I’m afraid I will have to ask you both to sit down,” DeStadler said and indicated the table and chairs.
?“There’s nothing to discuss. We are leaving,” Louie said as he tried to hold his ground.
?“I am afraid that a situation has come up that suggests your client is, in fact, an immediate danger to the community.”
?I slowly sat in the chair.
?“I’m a danger?” was all I could manage.
?“What is the meaning of this?” Louie said as Elvis began to take photos out of the folder and lay them face up on the table.
?“We found Mr. Kane,” DeStadler said.
?The photos were of Jon Kane, his head bloodied, his eyes staring blankly into nothingness.
?“The late Mr. Kane,” Elvis added.
?“And as an interesting side note, he was found in the alley at the bottom of your client’s fire escape,” DeStadler said.
?“My building?” I blurted, my mouth agape.
?“That’s right. His head was bashed in with a baseball bat,” Elvis said as a smug look came to his dark face.
30. Kerning
Sheryl Homes
?I had been sitting at Mark’s dining room table looking at my phone and willing it to ring.
