Presumption of Innocence: David Brunelle Legal Thriller #1 (3 page)

Chapter 3

Brunelle leaned forward. This might turn out to be more than just a death penalty case. Holly was fifteen. Karpati was twenty. And since they were more than forty eight months apart... but he decided to stop his suppositions, and wait to see what she actually said.

"What did he do to you, Holly?" Chen asked. If he wasn't sincerely concerned for her, he sure sounded like he was.

"He, well, that is." She put a hand up to her eyes. "It's just that. Well, see, he was my boyfriend, and..."

"Understood," said Chen. "Did he force you to have sex?"

Holly nodded, but couldn't manage any words.

"Okay, Holly, why don't we come back to that?" It was interesting and important—and criminal even without force—but if she wasn't really ready to talk about it, it could end up derailing the entire interrogation. "Let's talk about Emily. Tell me what Arpad did to the girl."

Holly nodded. Then she did. The whole story. Brunelle listened intently. Chen and he both wanted the information, but it had very different value to each of them. Everything she told Chen could be used against Karpati to make the case against him and justify his arrest. And everything she told Chen would be completely inadmissible against Karpati at trial because it would be hearsay.

Unless Holly went from defendant to witness. Which meant explaining to those parents why the girl who helped murder their daughter and hang her from the balcony was getting a sweetheart deal to turn State's evidence and walk away with a slap on the wrist.

Holly had met Karpati at a club. He was older and cool and dark and edgy. He chatted her up. They danced, they drank, they fucked. She thought he was the best thing ever. He seemed to be able to tolerate her. His disdain just made her want him more. She wanted to know all his secrets. He told her she didn't want that, she couldn't handle it. She insisted. He told her he was descended from vampires. He didn't need blood like real vampires. Not every day. But he did need it sometimes. And it had to be pure blood. Girl's blood. Virgin's blood.

That had hurt her. She wasn't a virgin. Hadn't been since some boy in seventh grade. She couldn't help him. But then again, maybe she could. She had friends. Girls she'd met here and there. Most had lived lives like her, but there were a few, the snooty girls with the rich parents she met through the church where her probation officer said she could do her community service hours. Girls like Emily Montgomery.

So she told Karpati about Emily and they hatched a plan. Holly chatted her up and made friends. Waited for her to mention a time she'd be home alone. It didn't take long and soon enough they had a day picked out. They parked in Karpati's car down the street, lights dimmed, and waited for Emily's parents to leave. Then they drove up and parked a few houses away. Holly knocked and Emily opened the door. Of course she did. She knew Holly.

But she didn't know the man who stepped from the shadows and pushed her back inside by her throat. The man who overpowered her and bound her hands behind her back. The man who suspended her upside down, then slit her throat and collected the spurting blood into a bucket while Holly vomited in the bathroom.

  She had insisted on leaving the note for the parents. Karpati had argued with her, told her it was stupid and soft and sentimental, but she had insisted. He stormed off to the car while she scrawled out the message, her back to the girl swinging slowly behind her.

Karpati hadn't said a word the drive back to his apartment. When they got there he told her it was better they slept separate that night. In case they were followed, he said. And besides, she didn't want to see what he was going to do with the blood.

  He was right. She didn't.

  She tried to go to school the next day but the cops grabbed her as she headed toward the building. And now here she was.

When she finished, Holly looked up and shrugged. "Do you believe me?"

Chen nodded. "I believe you."

Brunelle wasn't so sure.

***

"So she didn't do
anything
?" Brunelle challenged Chen as Holly waited in the interrogation room.

"People always minimize their own role," Chen shrugged. "Besides that's enough for accessory to murder."

"Of course it is," Brunelle answered. "She picked out the victim and got her to open the door. All with knowledge of what this Karpati guy had planned."

  Brunelle frowned and shook his head. "But I don't buy it. She was in deeper than what she's claiming."

"So what? It's enough to convict her."

"I don't want to convict
her
," Brunelle explained. "I want to convict him. I believe her when she says it was his idea and he's a fucking psychopath. But I need the jury to believe her too."

Chen furrowed his brow at Brunelle. "If you're gonna cut her a deal to testify, isn't it better if she says she didn't do anything?"

"It is if she's telling the truth. But if her story is bullshit, and the forensics comes back to prove it, then she's worthless. If she says she never touched Emily, but it's her DNA on the fingernail clippings? If she says she didn't hoist body up, but they find her fingerprints on the balcony railing?"

  Chen nodded. "Yeah, okay. I see your point."

"Go back in and see if she won't give you something more," Brunelle instructed. "But don't mention me this time. If she won't give you the whole story now, she'll give it to me later when I tell her lawyer she's gotta come clean to get a deal. We may not be able execute her, but we can damn well put her in prison for the better part of her life."

Chapter 4

It took several days to locate Karpati. With a name like Arpad Karpati it wasn't hard to find his address, but the guy knew the cops would be looking for him, so he wasn't staying there any more. The stake out of his apartment only confirmed he had abandoned it.

But he still liked the girlies.

Holly had given them the name of the night club they had met at. "Darkness." According to Chen it was frequented by whatever had become of the goth craze. Lots of black clothes, black eyeliner, and black pills. The name had led to a photograph which had led to an arrest outside the club a few days later.

"We got 'im," Chen said when Brunelle answered his cell phone during Thursday night football.

  "On my way."

  "Main precinct. Twenty minutes."

This time Brunelle was already waiting in the observation room when they brought Karpati in.

He looked like a real jerk.

Tall and gaunt, but with broad shoulders and large hands. He kept his hair short and sported deep acne scars over both cheeks. His thin lips were locked in a sneer as McCall sat him down opposite Chen. They didn't take his cuffs off.

"Do you know why you're here, Arpad?" Chen started.

Brunelle loved that question. If they said yes, it was practically a confession. If they said no, well, then Chen had them lying from the outset. He waited to see how Arpad Karpati would answer.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Brunelle frowned. That was a pretty damn good response. He hoped Chen could get somewhere with this guy.

"I think you know why, Arpad," Chen said. "So why don't we cut right to the chase. We know you killed Emily Montgomery. We know how you did it and we know why you did it. So make this easy on yourself. We just want to hear your side of the story."

Karpati tipped his head back and appraised the detectives opposite him. He set his jaw, but his lip started to quiver.

"Detective Chen was it?" he asked shakily.

"Yes. Chen."

"What's your first name, Detective Chen?" The lip quavered visibly.

Chen hesitated. "Larry. Detective Larry Chen."

Karpati offered a tight smile. "Thank you, Larry."

He raised his cuffed hands to his face and wiped at his eyes. "I want you to believe me when I say this, Larry."

Chen leaned forward. So did Brunelle.

'It's very important that you understand what I'm about to tell you."

"We'll understand, Arpad," Chen assured. McCall nodded.

Brunelle wondered whether this guy really was a nut job. Maybe they'd be looking at an insanity plea.

Karpati lowered his hands. "Good," he whispered. "Thank you, Larry."

  He nodded, his face looking as solemn as a vicar at a funeral, and said, "Then please believe me when I tell you. Please understand when I say...."

Then the face melted into a hateful grin, "That I want a lawyer."

Karpati threw himself back in his chair and laughed. When he looked at the awestruck detectives again, he laughed even harder.

Chen slammed himself to his feet. "Get this bastard out of my sight. Book him on murder one."

  McCall jerked him to his feet. "Does this mean you don't want to talk to me?" Karpati taunted as McCall dragged him from the room.

  Chen paced for a moment then punched the table. "Damn it!"

Brunelle walked into the interrogation room. He couldn't keep from smiling.

"Okay," he said. "You have to admit, that was pretty funny."

"Fuck you." Chen was angry but he started to laugh too. "Damn it. That fucker got me."

"He sure did. It was looking good for a minute there."

Chen slapped the table one more time. "Well, when the jury sees that, they'll know what an asshole he is."

Brunelle shook his head. "No, they won't see that. We can never tell a jury that somebody asked for a lawyer. It's an improper comment on his right to remain silent."

Chen's eyes widened. "It's not just that he asked for a lawyer. Hell, they ask for lawyers all the time. It's how he asked for it. Playing me like that, like this is all some fucking game. Can't that come in?"

Brunelle pursed his lips. "It might. Maybe. If I could convince a judge it was distinct enough from the request. Maybe sanitize it a bit. But I'm not gonna do that."

"Why not?" Brunelle could see Chen was still angry.

"Because, that's exactly the little detail, the little something extra, the envelope pushing, chalk on the shoes kinda overreaching that appellate courts use to overturn convictions on death cases."

Chen's scowl gave way to a smile. "So this is going to be a death case?"

"Oh yes," replied Brunelle. "We're gonna kill that son of a bitch."

Chapter 5

"Jessica Edwards," answered Holly's public defender when she picked up the phone.

"Jess, it's Dave," said Brunelle. "Let's talk deal."

"Why, I'm fine today, Dave," Jessica replied. "And how are you?"

Brunelle took a deep breath and allowed himself a smile. "I'm fine, Jess. Thanks for asking. Did you sleep well last night?"

"That, David Brunelle, is none of your damn business."

Brunelle had to laugh. He was tempted to follow up with a 'What was his name?' but thought better of it. They were too close in age and both too single for that kind of talk to be anything but regrettable. Instead he got back to business.

"Holly Sandholm. Is she interested in testifying against her boyfriend? He was arrested this morning."

"Yeah, I heard about it. It's all over the news."

"So, is she on board?" Brunelle pressed. He knew he needed her testimony to explain what happened inside the house. Jessica knew it too.

"Well, that brings up an interesting point," she said, "since she's also a victim."

Brunelle considered. "The child rape?"

"Yup. Did you check their birthdates yet? He's four years and two months older than her. Rape of a Child in the Third Degree."

Brunelle nodded as he pulled the statute up on his computer. "Okay," he started. "Honestly, I'm a little more interested in the murder."

"I figured you would be," answered Jess. "That's why I checked the birthdates myself. Charge the bastard with that too and she's on board."

Brunelle tapped his chin. "I can probably do that. It's going to complicate things."

"Our stuff is always complicated."

Brunelle frowned. "You want it to be, but I don't. I want straight forward. Bad guy does bad thing. He's guilty. The end."

"Dave?" said Jessica.

"Yeah?"

"That's not real life."

Brunelle pursed his lips. "Okay, let me review the reports again. We're gonna arraign him tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, Dave."

"And Jess?"

"Yeah, Dave?"

"I know why you really want me to add that charge. If I do, they can't be tried together. And if they're gonna be separate trials, then it's way more likely she gets to stay in juvenile court where she'll get a slap on the wrist no matter what she's convicted of."

"Mr. Brunelle!" Jess laughed. "I am shocked—shocked, I say— that you would think that."

"But I'm right, aren't I?"

Jess laughed again. "Of course you are. But I didn't think you'd figure it out so quick."

Brunelle laughed a bit too. "I'll call you before I leave the office tonight. Let you know what we decide."

"We?"

"I can't seek death without the boss' approval," Brunelle explained. "I'm meeting with Duncan in half an hour."

Jess chuckled. "Wow. Good luck with that."

"Thanks," Brunelle said. "I'll need it."

***

"Dave! Come in!"

Matt Duncan, elected prosecuting attorney for King County, was amazingly friendly. He knew everybody, and made everybody feel like they were the only person in the world right then. He was a politician more than a prosecutor, which suited Brunelle fine. The office needed a well-connected politician in charge when dealing with the county council on budget matters and civic groups on crime prevention. But it led to some ass-backwards decision making sometimes. Brunelle really hoped this wouldn't be one of those times.

"Thanks, Matt." Brunelle took a chair across Duncan's desk. Duncan was astute enough to have a regular desk, nice one, bigger than most, but still government issue. He was a public servant after all. And he usually did his press conferences in his office.

"So," Duncan got right to it. "You want to go death, I take it?"

"Have you seen the crime scene photos?" Brunelle asked in reply. "Hell yes, I want to go death."

Duncan
frowned. "How strong is the evidence? I don't want to seek death if we're not going to get it. It's all about expectations."

Brunelle wanted to counter, 'I thought it was all about justice,' but he knew better.

"It's solid. His accomplice wants to testify against him."

"So cut one killer a deal to get death on the other?" Duncan considered. "Jury's not gonna like that. They're not going to impose the death penalty on one if the other isn't getting it."

"The other isn't eligible. She's fifteen."

Duncan
nodded. "Okay, that helps."

"And he raped her. The codefendant," Brunelle clarified. "Not the victim."

"Raped her?"

"Well, statutory rape," Brunelle explained. "He's more than forty-eight months older than her."

"Still," Duncan rubbed his chin. "It explains the disparity in treatment. What are the aggravators?"

Brunelle frowned. This was the hard part.

"There are three I think might apply," Brunelle started. "Committed during the course of a burglary. Deliberate cruelty to the victim rising to the level of torture. And, um," he hesitated, "committed to maintain or elevate status in an identifiable group."

"The gang aggravator?" Duncan looked sideways at Brunelle.

"Well yeah. That's what everybody calls it, but it has wider application than that."

Duncan
's eyes narrowed. "Let's start with the burglary. Did they steal something from the house?"

"Doesn't look like it," Brunelle admitted.

"So how is there a burglary?"

"Well," Brunelle smiled, "burglary is unlawful entering with intent to commit any crime. Murder is a crime."

"So you're going to bootstrap the murder to aggravate itself?"

Brunelle shrugged. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Duncan
smirked. "What else you got?"

"Deliberate cruelty to the level of torture."

Duncan
raised an eyebrow. "Did they do that?"

"Depends on your definition of torture," answered Brunelle. "They bound her hands, hung her upside down, and slit her throat."

"Not to diminish the tragedy here, Dave, but that doesn't sound like torture. In fact, I think that's the so-called humane way of killing animals so the meat is kosher."

"Well, I'll let the defense attorney argue that it was humane," Brunelle replied. "We're not animals. That girl knew what was happening to her."

Duncan
shifted in his seat. "What's the last one? The gang one? What's the identifiable group he's trying to elevate himself in?"

Brunelle grimaced. If Duncan had disliked the other aggravators, he was going to hate this one.

"Vampires."

Duncan
waited for a minute, perhaps hoping it was a joke.

"Seriously," added Brunelle.

Duncan
leaned onto his desk. "Look, Dave. Everybody thinks I'm gonna run for governor one of these days. But you know what? I'm not. Who needs that crap? Roads and schools and parks and prisons and everything else under the God damn sun. No, I got it good here. Bring justice to the community, give some speeches, and I've been doing it so long, no one even files to run against me anymore."

He leaned back into his chair again. "I let you charge that, I'll be looking for a new job next election day."

Brunelle knew Duncan was right. He was grasping at straws. This had to be a death case. Or at least life without parole. But if they couldn't prove one of those aggravating factors, Karpati could get away with only twenty years. He'd only be forty when he got out. That wasn't justice.

"I think the torture one is your best bet," Duncan said. "I'll let you go capital, but not on vampires. You'll need to prove that what they did was torture."

Brunelle bit his cheek and nodded. "Arraignment's first thing tomorrow."

"Then you'd better get moving, Dave, and figure out how to make that stick. You'll need an expert."

Brunelle smiled. "I know just who to talk to."