“We can get him into a proper rehab hospital,” Mona said. “You worked a miracle for us, Ms. Warshawski. I didn’t know what to think when we got to that bar on Sunday, but you knew what you were doing.”
Vishneski grinned. “You ever want to take up that line of work more seriously, let me know. I can play the clarinet for you instead of that gal on those old-time instruments . . . You let me know what all your time and work came to. We’ll settle up.”
I was working on the bill between my endless interviews with local, state, and federal cops. Grateful clients pay up, but the longer you wait between results and invoice, the more their gratitude fades. The trouble with the Vishneski bill was I had to sort out what belonged to the Guaman inquiry—which no one was paying me for—and also subtract items the Vishneskis really couldn’t be expected to cover, like the extra security I’d brought into the Golden Glow Sunday night, or insurance for the Raving Raven’s instruments.
I called Terry Finchley to thank him for getting the state’s attorney to drop charges against Chad. “Does this mean they’re going to charge Scalia, and maybe Rainier Cowles, for killing Nadia Guaman?”
“The state’s attorney is an elected office,” Finchley said at his most wooden. “The incumbent has received great support from the Tintrey Corporation, as Scalia’s mouthpiece reminds me every hour on the half hour. The evidence isn’t great.”
“Marty Jepson can ID him talking to Chad the night of the murder, and maybe one of the tenants in Mona Vishneski’s building can recognize him, too. The Body Artist saw an E-Type Jag in the alley the night Nadia was killed. Oddly enough, Gilbert Scalia owns the same make and model.”
“Marty Jepson is a stressed-out vet who saw someone through a bar window,” Finchley said. “He’s like a lot of our deserving vets pummeled by their time in the desert and prone to confusing reality and imagination. And before you jump down my throat, Warshawski, I’m just quoting the lawyer. As for the Jag—who’s the state’s attorney going to listen to, a stripper who used to work for Kystarnik or the senior veep at a billion-dollar company?”
“So it’s going to be left an open investigation.” I couldn’t keep the bitterness out of my voice.
“You came away better than you thought you would when you started out,” he said. “Not such a bad deal, even if it does grind my bones to see the Tintrey boys skate. But speaking of open investigations, I need more from you about Lazar Guaman and the attack on Rainier Cowles.”
“You know as well as I do how a good defense attorney would shred me on the stand, Terry. I heard a shot, but I didn’t see anyone fire it. If Lazar Guaman was standing at Cowles’s table, so were a lot of other people. I am not going to get up on the stand to perjure myself or to be made a fool of—either way, it’s bad for business.”
Rainier Cowles wasn’t going to die. The bullet—whoever had fired it—had shattered his jaw, and he would need extensive reconstructive surgery. Who knew, though—maybe it would make him a more fluent litigator. Perhaps even an empathic one. Maybe the Cubs would win the World Series in my lifetime.
The gun used to shoot Cowles had been one of the millions floating around the country without proper registration, so it was impossible to trace it to Lazar Guaman. But Jarvis MacLean had identified Lazar as the shooter. Other people identified me, and still others had chosen a twenty-something guy who’d sat at the next table with a group of buddies, so it was hard for the cops to make a cast-iron case.
It made me wild to think that the Tintrey crew would get a free ride. Terry’s implication that there was a quid pro quo between the open investigation into Nadia’s death, and the investigation into the shooting of Cowles, carried no weight with me at all. Guaman acted out of the personal pain of his daughters’ deaths. Scalia and MacLean were trying to protect the value of their stock options.
Not to say that Tintrey’s CEO didn’t have a few troubles. Murray Ryerson and Beth Blacksin made sure that the story of sand in the Achilles shields got wide circulation. Illinois’s congressional delegation began making noises about hearings that would look into Tintrey’s billions of dollars’ worth of contracts with the Defense Department. The stock price was already dropping.