Let Me Call You Sweetheart

29

By tacit agreement, Kerry and Geoff refrained from any discussion of the Reardon case until coffee was served. During the earlier part of the meal, Geoff talked about spending his youngest years in New York. “I thought of my New Jersey cousins as living in the sticks,” he said. “Then after we moved out ourselves and I grew up here, I decided to stay.”

He told Kerry that he had four younger sisters.

“I envy you,” she said. “I’m an only child, and I used to love to visit my friends’ houses where there was a big family. I always thought it would be nice to have some siblings floating around. My father died when I was nineteen and my mother remarried when I was twenty-one and moved to Colorado. I see her twice a year.”

Geoff’s eyes softened. “That doesn’t give you much family support,” he said.

“No, I guess not, but Jonathan and Grace Hoover have helped to fill the gap. They’ve been wonderful to me, almost like parents.”

They talked about law school, agreeing that the first year was a horror they would hate to have to endure again. “What made you decide to be a defense lawyer?” Kerry asked.

“I think it went back to when I was a kid. A woman in our apartment building, Anna Owens, was one of the nicest people I ever knew. I remember when I was about eight and ran through the lobby to catch the elevator, I slammed into her and knocked her over. Anyone else would have had a screaming fit, but she just picked herself up and said, ‘Geoff, the elevator will come back, you know.’ Then she laughed. She could tell how upset I was.”

“That didn’t make you become a defense lawyer.” Kerry smiled.

“No. But three months later when her husband walked out on her, she followed him to his new girlfriend’s apartment and shot him. I honestly believe it was temporary insanity, which was the defense her lawyer tried, but she went to prison for twenty years anyway. I guess the key phrase is ‘mitigating circumstances.’ When I believe those are present, or when I believe the defendant is innocent, as with Skip Reardon, I take the case.” He paused. “And what made you become a prosecutor?”

“The victim and the family of the victim,” she said simply. “Based on your theory I could have shot Bob Kinellen and pled mitigating circumstances.”

Dorso’s eyes flashed with mild irritation, then became amused.

“Somehow I don’t see you shooting anybody, Kerry.”

“I don’t either, unless…” Kerry hesitated, then continued, “Unless Robin were in danger. Then I’d do whatever it took to save her. I’m sure of that.”

Over dinner, Kerry found herself talking about her father’s death. “I was in my sophomore year at Boston College. He had been a Pan Am captain and later went into the corporate end and was made an executive vice president. From the time I was three years old, he took my mother and me all over. To me, he was the greatest man in the world.” She gulped. “And then one weekend when I was home from college, he said he wasn’t feeling right. But he didn’t bother going to the doctor because he’d just had his annual physical. He said he’d be fine in the morning. But the next morning, he didn’t wake up.”

“And your mother remarried two years later?” Geoff asked softly.

“Yes, right before I graduated from college. Sam was a widower and a friend of Dad’s. He’d been about to retire to Vail when Dad died. He has a lovely place there. It’s been good for both of them.”

“What would your father have thought of Bob Kinellen?”

Kerry laughed. “You’re very perceptive, Geoff Dorso. I think he would have been underwhelmed.”

Over coffee they finally discussed the Reardon case. Kerry began by saying frankly, “I sat in on the sentencing ten years ago, and the look on his face and what he said were imprinted in my memory. I’ve heard a lot of guilty people swear they were innocent-after all, what have they got to lose?-but there was something about his statement that got to me.”

“Because he was telling the truth.”

Kerry looked directly at him. “I warn you, Geoff, I intend to play devil’s advocate, and while reading that transcript raises a lot of questions for me, it certainly doesn’t convince me that Reardon is an innocent man. Neither did yesterday’s visit. Either he’s lying or Dr. Smith is lying. Skip Reardon has a very good reason to lie. Smith doesn’t. I still think it’s damaging that the very day Suzanne died, Reardon had discussed divorce and apparently flipped when he learned what it might cost him.”

“Kerry, Skip Reardon was a self-made man. He pulled himself out of poverty and had become very successful. Suzanne had already cost him a fortune. You heard him. She was a big-time shopaholic, buying whatever struck her fancy.” He paused. “No. Being angry and being vocal about it is one thing. But there’s a hell of a difference between blowing off steam and murder. If anything, even though a divorce was going to be expensive, he was actually relieved that his sham marriage was going to be over, so he could get on with his life.”

They talked about the sweetheart roses. “I absolutely believe Skip neither brought nor sent them,” Geoff said as he sipped espresso. “So if we accept that, we then have the factor of another person.”

As Geoff was paying the bill, they both agreed that Dr. Smith’s testimony was the linchpin that had convicted Skip Reardon. “Ask yourself this,” Geoff urged. “Dr. Smith claimed that Suzanne was afraid of Skip and his jealous rages. But if she were so afraid of him, how could she stand there and calmly arrange flowers another man had sent her, and not only arrange them, but flaunt them, at least according to Skip. Does that make sense?”

“If Skip was telling the truth, but we don’t know that for an absolute fact, do we?” Kerry said.

“Well, I for one do believe him,” Geoff said with passion. “Besides, no one testified in corroboration of Dr. Smith’s testimony. The Reardons were a popular couple. Surely if he were abusive to her, someone would have come forward to say so.”

“Perhaps so,” Kerry conceded, “but then why were there no defense fact witnesses to say that he wasn’t insanely jealous? Why were there only two character witnesses called to help counter Dr. Smith’s testimony? No, Geoff, I’m afraid that based on the information the jury was given, they had no reason not to trust Dr. Smith and believe him. Besides, aren’t we in general conditioned to trust a physician?”

They were quiet on the drive home. As Geoff walked Kerry to her door, he reached for her key. “My mother said you should always open the door for the lady. I hope that’s not too sexist.”

“No, it isn’t. Not for me at least. But maybe I’m just old-fashioned.” The sky above them was blue-black and brilliant with stars. A sharp wind was blowing, and Kerry shivered from the chill.

Geoff noticed and quickly turned the key, then pushed open the door. “You’re not dressed warmly enough for the night air. You’d better get inside.”

As she moved through the entrance, he stayed on the porch, making no move to indicate that he expected her to invite him in. Instead he said, “Before I leave, I have to ask, where do we go from here?”

“I’m going in to see Dr. Smith as soon as he’ll give me an appointment. But it’s better that I go alone.”

“Then we’ll talk in the next few days,” Geoff said. He smiled briefly and started down the porch steps. Kerry closed the door and walked into the living room but did not immediately turn on the light. She realized she was still savoring the moment when Geoff had taken the key from her hand and opened the door for her. Then she went to the window and watched as he backed his car out of the driveway and disappeared down the street.

Daddy is such fun, Robin thought as she contentedly sat next to him in the Jaguar. They had inspected the ski lodge Bob Kinellen was thinking about buying. She thought it was cool, but he said it was a disappointment. “I want one where we can ski to the door,” he had said, and then he’d laughed. “We’ll just keep looking.”

Robin had brought her camera, and her father waited while she took two rolls of film. Even though there was only a little snow on the peaks, she thought the light on the mountains was fantastic. She caught the last rays of the setting sun, and then they started back. Her father said he knew a great place where they could get terrific shrimp.

Robin knew that Mom was mad at Daddy because he hadn’t talked to her after the accident, but he had left a message. And it was true, she didn’t get to see him much, but when they were together, he was great.

At six-thirty they stopped at the restaurant. Over shrimp and scallops, they talked. He promised that this year for sure they would go skiing, just the two of them. “Sometime when Mom’s on a date.” He winked.

“Oh, Mom doesn’t date much,” she told him. “I kind of liked someone who took her out a couple of times during the summer, but she said he was boring.”

“What did he do?”

“He was an engineer, I think.”

“Well, when Mommy’s a judge, she’ll probably end up dating another judge. She’ll be surrounded by them.”

“A lawyer came to the house the other night,” Robin said. “He was nice. But I think it was just business.”

Bob Kinellen had been only partially involved in the conversation. Now he became attentive. “What was his name?”

“Geoff Dorso. He brought over a big file for Mommy to read.”

When her father suddenly became very quiet, Robin had the guilty feeling that maybe she had said too much, that maybe he was mad at her.

When they got back in the car, she slept the rest of the way, and when her father dropped her off at nine-thirty, she was glad to be home.