CHAPTER
39
DOUG FLETCHER WAS just leaving the JAG building on the grounds of UVA’s prestigious law school when Puller and Knox climbed out of the sedan. He was in his fifties, lean, with hair probably as closely cropped as during his military career, only now it was mostly gray. His jaw was sharply cut and his blue eyes were alert and penetrating, which helped to gain the trust of a judge or jury.
Puller and Knox flashed their cred packs. Fletcher didn’t look surprised by their appearance.
“How can I help you?” he asked, his voice firm and low but carrying a throaty rumble that made it perfectly clear.
Puller explained why they were here and Fletcher nodded.
“I heard about the escape, of course.” He glanced around. “There’s an office space I use back at the JAG School. Perhaps that might be more private.”
They walked there in five minutes. Fletcher closed the door to the small space that had a desk in the center with a computer on it. The walls were lined with wooden shelves filled with dusty tomes and stacks of legal periodicals. Fletcher took his seat behind the desk while Puller and Knox sat opposite.
“We understand that you might have had some doubts about Robert Puller’s guilt,” began Puller.
“I wasn’t the only one,” replied Fletcher.
“The witness statements?”
“Among other things. I guess that could have happened naturally. But I also learned later that Puller had a potential defense with his computer being hacked.”
“Something he wouldn’t acknowledge.”
“He was too smart for his own good. Too smart in fact to allow himself to be seen loading a DVD and then get caught with it in his pocket.”
“And the Iranian spy sighting?” asked Knox.
Fletcher shrugged. “It was very damning testimony. And the witness was credible and had no known grudge against Puller. So what was the motivation to lie?”
“How about a very sick child who needed a treatment that was deemed experimental and thus insurance-proof and also way out of dad’s financial range?” said Puller.
Fletcher leaned forward. “What?”
Knox explained, “Robinson’s son had a very rare form of leukemia. Traditional treatment couldn’t touch it. The experimental option cost over seven figures and was only performed in another country. Before Robert Puller was convicted his son was going to die. After Robert Puller went to DB, Robinson suddenly got the treatment done. And it wasn’t for free.”
“How do you know all this?” asked Fletcher.
Knox again answered. “Because my partner here noticed two pictures of Robinson’s kid in his office. One was of a dying child. The other was an older version obviously doing fine.”
Puller added, “So we ran it down and found what we found.”
“And there was no other explanation?” asked Fletcher. “Donations, the experimental treatment being done gratis?”
“It was paid for. Over a million bucks two months after Robert Puller went to DB.”
“Damn! So if Robinson was paid off?”
“We think Susan Reynolds was too. We interviewed her. And I’ve done enough face-to-faces to realize when someone is lying. She was.”
“And the motivation? Money again?”
Puller said, “For herself. Her husband was killed nearly twenty years ago, leaving her with two small kids to raise. She now lives in a million-dollar home on a government salary.”
“And no one discovered this before now?”
“It was all after the fact. Robinson’s kid was dying. Susan Reynolds was poor. After the trial who’d go back and dig through that. You didn’t, right?”
“No, I didn’t,” Fletcher said a bit guiltily. “I had a full plate of work. No time to step back after a verdict was in. And it wasn’t my job to do so,” he added defensively.
“But now we have to know the truth. Puller is out there somewhere.”
“But didn’t he kill a man to get out?” said Fletcher. “That’s what I heard through the grapevine.”
“That’s one theory,” said Puller. “But it may be more complicated than that.”
Knox said, “You were obviously somewhat skeptical of the witness statements containing the same phraseology. You didn’t follow that up?”
“Again, it wasn’t my job. I pointed it out to the defense, not that they needed me to do that. And the rest of the evidence was very strong. Online gambling, piled-up debts. Means, motive, and opportunity. It was a classic case.”
“Well, the motivation could have been fabricated since we suspect his computer was hacked,” Puller pointed out.
“I can see that now,” replied Fletcher.
“So when did the death penalty get pulled off the table?” asked Puller.
This comment drew a sharp glance from Fletcher.
Puller said, “We know the charge was changed from spying, which carries a mandatory death penalty in times of war, to espionage, which doesn’t automatically mandate death. Why did that happen?” He leaned forward. “Because the record of the court-martial proceedings I looked at had you filing the motion for the change in the charges against Robert Puller. It didn’t come from the defense side.”
Fletcher clasped his hands in front of him and looked to be in deep thought. “That directive came from above.”
“How far above?”
“Well above me. But, frankly, I think the genesis for it came from outside the legal side of the military. And outside even the Air Force.”
Puller said, “How could that be? Robert Puller was in the Air Force. They would unquestionably have jurisdiction over him and the case.”
“You’re right in all respects. But I think it was because his father was a legendary Army general, if you want the truth. The DoD apparently thought that putting to death the son of such a hero would not be a good thing.”
Puller sat back. This hadn’t occurred to him.
Fletcher studied him. “He’s your father too, of course.”
“So you made the connection with the last name?”
“No, I knew before. When you’re prosecuting someone for a serious crime, you check out his family. I know all about you. And I’m absolutely stunned that you’re being allowed to investigate your brother’s escape from DB.”
“You’re not the only one,” said Puller. “So you think it had to do with our father?”
“Well, there was the letter he wrote.”
Puller didn’t seem to be able to process this statement. Knox glanced at him, saw his rigid look, and said to Fletcher, “What letter?”
“From General Puller, pleading for his son to not be tried for spying. It was quite moving.”
“When was it sent?” asked Knox, while still glancing nervously at Puller.
“Early on in the proceedings. The judge accepted the motion I filed, and of course the defense had no objection.”
Puller finally found his voice and said, “The letter wasn’t in the file.”
“I’m not surprised about that. It wasn’t technically part of the record.”
“Do you remember what else it said?” asked Puller.
“I actually kept a copy. If you give me your email I can scan it in and forward it to you.”
Puller gave him a business card and said, “Thanks, I’d appreciate that.”
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” asked Fletcher.
Knox said hastily. “If there is we’ll get back to you.”
They left a moody-looking Fletcher sitting behind his desk.
As they walked out Knox said, “You obviously didn’t know your father had written a letter.”
“He was at the VA by then. I didn’t think he had the capacity to even write his own name.”
“Well, he might have found the capacity to help a son fighting for his life.”
“But it seemed to me that he didn’t care what happened to Bobby.”
“Maybe your dad didn’t want to admit his feelings to you. Some men have a problem with that. You think your father fits into that category?”
“As far as I knew, my father never had any feelings,” said Puller tersely.