The 9th Judgment

"Sergeant, don't write me off as a crank. I'm being falsely accused of murder. Do you know what was stolen from the Dowlings?"

"I have a list."

"Good. Then check it out. I took two opera-length diamond chains, three sapphire-and-diamond bracelets, a large diamond brooch in the shape of a chrysanthemum, and some other stuff, including an ornate ring with a big yellow stone."

"The canary diamond." There was silence. Then...

"It's a diamond? "

"What am I supposed to do with this information, Kitty? I need your statement, or I've got nothing."

"You're a Homicide inspector. Do your job and leave me out of it," she said, and she hung up again.

Chapter 75

YUKI WAS PULLING into the garage under her apartment building when her mobile rang. The caller ID read "Sue Emdin," the woman she and Casey Dowling had both known at Boalt Law. Emdin was the "tough beans" type, but when she spoke now, Yuki thought her voice was strained to cracking.

"Sue. What's wrong?"

"Plenty. I saw Marcus having dinner with a woman in Rigoletto's. It's a dark, six-table Italian place on Chestnut, home-style cooking and not Zagat rated. They were in the back corner, laughing and canoodling. It wasn't a consolation dinner. Not in my book anyway."

Yuki nosed the car into her spot, turned off the engine, got out, and headed to the elevator. Sue was filling in her report with color commentary.

"I wish you could've seen this girl. Tight little skirt, V-neckline down to her navel, showing off her great big bouncy boobs."

"Dowling had a hot date, you're saying?"

"Hot and a half with whipped cream on top. My husband would kill me for doing this, Yuki. He would say it's none of my business, but after the funeral? After that eulogy Marcus gave? Well, it was a performance, and ever since I swore to you that he didn't do it, I've been worried that I was wrong about him. For God's sake, what if he did kill Casey and I vouched for him? Makes me sick just thinking about it."

"Okay, I understand. Still, Marcus having a date is poor form, but it's not criminal."

"I'm not so sure."

"What does that mean, Sue?" Yuki's voice went up an octave. "What do you mean, exactly?"

"I've been following Marc since the funeral. I follow him all the time. Yuki, I had to do it. I was hoping he was the man I said he was, but another part of me was saying that he did kill Casey and that I was so under his spell, I didn't see it. Casey told me she thought he was seeing someone, remember? Oh my God, I can't stand it. Tell me I'm crazy and put me out of my misery, or do something for poor Casey."

Yuki juggled her handbag and briefcase. What had she created by talking to Sue Emdin? Her hands were shaking as she got out her keys and opened her front door. "Where are you now?"

"Outside his house. I've been here for over an hour. Babe-a-licious is still with him, and if you ask me, she's not going home. Not tonight anyway."

"Tell me again. What does this prove?"

"It proves that all of Marc's talk about how heartsick he is over losing Casey is bullshit. If he's lying about that, it means he could be lying about everything."

"What kind of car are you driving?" Yuki asked.

"Gold Lexus. I'm parked right across the street from his house."

"Nobody would notice a car like that."

"His neighborhood is full of them."

Yuki put down her briefcase, kicked off her heels, and looked for a pair of flats. She was as crazy as Sue.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," she said.

Chapter 76

MY THIRD CUP of coffee was still hot when Yuki walked through the gate in the squad room at nine thirty a.m. and made a beeline to where I sat behind my floral barricade.

"I might have something on Marcus Dowling," she said.

Conklin got up, gave her his chair, and said, "You have our complete attention."

Yuki told us in one long run-on sentence that Casey's school friend, Sue Emdin, had been tailing Dowling for more than a week and had seen him last night in a restaurant made for clandestine meetings, having dinner with a woman who was more friendly than friend.

"Sue followed them from the restaurant, then called to tell me she was staking out Dowling's house. I went to sit with her."

"Jesus, Yuki."

"Just listen, okay? No laws were broken. At about eleven last night, Dowling and this woman came out of the house, falling all over each other. She's in her late twenties, early thirties, Pilates body, long cover-girl hair. Totally gorgeous."

"You're saying, totally his girlfriend," Conklin said.

"So it would seem. Dowling helps said blonde into his car and then off they go."

"And you're following them?" I said.

"Well, yeah."

"Really, Yuki," I said, flipping my ballpoint into the air. "That was nuts and dangerous and you know it. Everyone wants to be a cop, but it beats the hell out of me why."

"It's a glamour job, right?" Yuki cracked, waving a hand to indicate the splendor of our grimy, gray-on-gray bull pen.

"So you're outside his house. What happened after that?" I asked.