Supreme Justice

Chapter Twenty-two

Policewoman Sarah Woodruff sat in Max Dietz’s windowless cubicle in the section of the Multnomah County District Attorney’s office that prosecuted drug offenses and explained why the Elcock case should be reviewed. Her frustration built as she tried to ignore the smirk on the Weasel’s face and the way his eyes wandered to her breasts and rested there brazenly.

Dietz had not been nicknamed the Weasel because he looked anything like that animal. The assistant district attorney was actually rather handsome in a smarmy sort of way, resembling those greasy imitation Englishmen in low comedies who con little old ladies out of their fortunes. His nickname referred to the underhanded way he practiced law.

Sarah had worked several cases Dietz had prosecuted, and he’d come on to her twice. When she didn’t swoon, he’d become distant. Sarah wondered if his resentment at her rejection was fueling his attitude toward her request to reexamine the case against Harvey Elcock. Sarah also knew that she had to be diplomatic where Dietz was concerned, because the word was that a string of successful prosecutions had earned him a promotion to Homicide and the ear of Jack Stamm, the Multnomah County district attorney.

“I don’t see it,” Dietz told Sarah when she was through. “Let’s say the speed in the undershirt drawer was this Loraine’s. She didn’t cop to the package we found in the back room, did she?”

“It’s pretty obvious her boyfriend planted that.”

“Obvious to you, maybe, but not to me.”

Dietz had been leaning back in his chair. Now he sat up. “Don’t go all bleeding heart on me, Sarah. This fucker is playing you. He pretends to be a retard, but the Marauders aren’t going to let a retard deal for them. There’s more to this guy than meets the eye.”

“I don’t think so, Max.”

Dietz shrugged. “That’s your problem, then. But seeing as this is my case, I call the shots. Come back and show me evidence that someone planted the shit in the back room, and I’ll take another look at Elcock. Until then…”

Dietz shrugged again and Sarah realized any further discussion with him would be useless. And he did have a point. Feelings weren’t evidence, and all she had was a bad feeling about the case and a statement from a witness she’d stupidly failed to Mirandize who had now recanted.

The Elcock case had started promisingly when an anonymous informant tipped off an officer in Vice and Narcotics that Harvey Elcock was going to receive a shipment of speed from the Marauders motorcycle gang that he would then sell. Shortly after receiving the tip, detectives conducting surveillance of Elcock’s tiny Cape Cod observed two bikers in Marauders colors enter the house.

Sarah started having reservations about the bust from the moment Harvey Elcock answered the door. He was bald with pale cheeks that were covered with salt-and-pepper stubble, and Sarah guessed he was in his late forties. He was wearing wrinkled tan chinos, a white, stained crew-neck undershirt, and a gray cardigan sweater over his undershirt even though the temperature was in the high eighties. Elcock stared at the officers through a pair of black plastic glasses with thick lenses.

“Mr. Elcock?” Sarah asked.

Elcock nodded.

“May we come in?”

Elcock looked puzzled. “Why?” he asked.

“We have a warrant to search your house for drugs,” Sarah said, holding up the document the judge had signed an hour earlier.

“Drugs?” he asked dully. Sarah was starting to think that they were dealing with an ineffectual man with a low IQ, not exactly the type bikers picked to deal and protect their product.

“Yes, sir,” Sarah said.

“I don’t have any drugs, except my prescriptions. I have some for high blood pressure, and my cholesterol isn’t too good so my doctor gives me some for that.”

“We have information that you have methamphetamine on the premises.”

“Is that like speed?”

“Yes, sir.”

Elcock looked frightened. “I don’t have that. There’s none of that here.”

“We’ve been told that you were given these drugs to sell by a biker gang.”

“Oh no. Tony didn’t give me nothing. He was just looking for Loraine. But she left. I think she’s visiting her aunt. She might come back if her aunt won’t let her stay.”

“Is this Tony in a biker gang?”

“Yeah, Marauders. I don’t like him.”

“Mr. Elcock, we do have to come in, but we’ll be out of your hair in no time if we don’t find any speed.”

Elcock let the search team in. The officer who searched Elcock’s bedroom found meth under a stack of undershirts in Elcock’s drawer. Sarah was disappointed. She had hoped they’d come up empty-handed. The stash looked like it was for personal use, and it wasn’t anywhere near the amount the informant had sworn they’d find. Then another officer found a more substantial amount hidden in a back room.

Elcock swore he didn’t know anything about the meth, and he cried when he was booked in at the jail. Logic told Sarah that the drugs had to be Elcock’s, since he lived alone, but she had an odd feeling about the bust, and it wouldn’t go away.

Two days after Elcock was arrested, Sarah remembered something he’d said. As soon as her shift ended, she drove back to Elcock’s house. A very pregnant woman answered the door.

“Are you Loraine?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah. Who are you?”

Sarah was in plainclothes, so she showed the woman her badge.

“Do you know that Mr. Elcock is in jail?” Sarah asked as soon as they were seated in the living room. The color drained from Loraine’s face.

“What did he do?” she asked. Sarah thought Loraine looked very nervous, and she watched her face carefully for the reaction to her next statement.

“We received an anonymous tip that Mr. Elcock was selling methamphetamine for the Marauder motorcycle gang.” Loraine looked sick. “Our informant told us that we’d find a big shipment here.”

“That cocksucker,” Loraine whispered.

“The first thing we found was a small amount of speed under some undershirts in the dresser in Mr. Elcock’s bedroom. That was your stash, wasn’t it?” Sarah asked softly.

Loraine buried her face in her palms. “I never thought…”

“Is Tony your boyfriend, the guy who got you pregnant?”

Loraine nodded. “ Harvey is a sweetheart. Tony beat me up. He don’t want the kid, and he got mad when I wouldn’t get an abortion. I ran away, and Harvey ’s been letting me hide here. He even gave me his bedroom. I thought I was safe, but I got warned that Tony was on the way over, so I took off for my aunt. Only she wouldn’t have me. I was so upset I forgot my stash. Then when I remembered, I seen Tony drive up, so I split.”

“We found a lot more speed in another room.”

“ Harvey don’t do drugs. Tony must have set him up to get back at him for helping me.”

“You think Tony was the informant?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. He’s real mean. I wouldn’t have had nothing to do with him, but he had the speed.”

“Will you tell this to the DA?”

Suddenly, Loraine looked very scared. “I don’t know. I got to think.”

“ Harvey could go to jail for a long time. The feds might even go after him.”

Loraine put her hand on her stomach. “I can’t have my kid born in prison.”

Sarah had been afraid Loraine wouldn’t talk to her if she gave her the Miranda warnings. Since Loraine hadn’t been Mirandized, her statements couldn’t be used.

“Maybe I can work a deal for you so you won’t be prosecuted if you help Mr. Elcock. Would you talk to the DA if I can do that?”

“I got to think.”

“OK. That’s fair.” Sarah paused. “Will Tony come looking for you? I can put you up someplace he won’t find you while we sort this out. This place probably isn’t safe.”

Sarah had paid out of her pocket for a week stay at a hotel with room service, over the river in Vancouver, Washington. When she’d visited the next day, Loraine had lawyered up, and her mouthpiece told Sarah that Loraine wouldn’t testify even with immunity because of what she knew the Marauders would do to her. An hour later, Sarah was sitting in Max Dietz’s office foolishly asking him to show compassion while he undressed her mentally and did God-knows-what to her in his fantasies.

The more Sarah thought about the Elcock case, the more convinced she became that Loraine’s boyfriend had set Harvey up, but Loraine had to talk if Sarah was going to have any chance of proving her theory. But her lawyer had made it clear that Loraine would not testify. Suddenly, Sarah grinned. There might be a way for Loraine to clear Harvey Elcock without testifying.

Two days later, Jack Stamm summoned Max Dietz to his office. Dietz had no idea why he was being asked into his boss’s inner sanctum, but he couldn’t think of anything he’d done wrong, so he assumed it was to receive praise for something he’d done right. That thought disappeared when he saw Sarah Woodruff sitting on a couch against the far wall.

Dietz forced a cheerful smile. “You wanted to see me?” he asked.

“Thanks for coming, Max. You know Officer Woodruff?”

“Oh, sure. We’ve had a couple of cases together. She’s an excellent investigator.”

“She speaks highly of you, too, and it’s her investigation in State v. Elcock I wanted to talk about. I spent an hour with a woman named Loraine Cargo this morning.”

Dietz forced himself to keep a placid smile on his face.

“From what I understand, part of your case against Elcock rests on the discovery of speed in his chest of drawers.”

“Yes, that’s part of it.”

“Miss Cargo says it’s hers, and she passed a polygraph on that.”

“We found a lot more speed, Jack. Elcock probably gave her the stuff in the drawer, so technically it would be hers, and she wouldn’t be lying.”

“She says she got the meth from her boyfriend, Tony Malone, who is a member of the Marauders motorcycle gang. We had Elcock’s house under surveillance. One of the detectives positively identified Malone as a biker who visited Elcock on the day of the search. Mr. Elcock has no criminal record, and he’s also passed a polygraph. I think we’ve made a mistake arresting him. An understandable mistake, but one we should correct as soon as possible, unless you have evidence that contradicts what Officer Woodruff has uncovered.”

Jack Stamm had given Loraine Cargo immunity and a guarantee that no one would learn about their meeting, her statements, or the polygraph. He’d also guaranteed in writing that she would never have to testify against any member of the Marauder motorcycle gang. Her statements had led to the dismissal of all charges against Harvey Elcock.

Sarah knew that Max Dietz bore grudges forever, but she wasn’t worried about him, and she’d left the courthouse with a smile on her face.