Killer Ambition - [84]

“Why do you need to see him? I mean really?”

“Because I want to make sure he understands what I’m offering.”

What I didn’t say was that I didn’t know whether I could trust her to relay the offer. It wouldn’t be the first time an attorney withheld an offer to prevent a client from being a “snitch”-or, in a high-profile case, to keep the case alive so the lawyer could grab more limelight. Added to those possibilities was the potential pressure from the co-defendant’s side, in this case Ian, to prevent that client from testifying, which could significantly increase the odds that any offer might be “forgotten.” Though Terry wasn’t the type to cave in to pressure from anyone, with a major player like Ian Powers and his supporters in the mix, I couldn’t take any chances.

“No questioning.”

“No.”

Terry exhaled loudly. “When?”

“In one hour.”

“Make it two; I’ve got an appearance in Judge Henley’s court in fifteen minutes.”

“See you there.”

Bailey drove us to the Men’s Central Jail on Bauchet Street, where Jack Averly was housed and undoubtedly making all kinds of new friends. The largest county jail in the world, it’s a concrete mushroom of a building that squats across three square blocks and emanates a gray, hopeless despair. As we put our guns in the lockers and passed through security, I held my breath, trying to let as little of the putrid air into my lungs as possible. Bailey went to tell the guards that we needed an attorney room, and I pondered whether I had enough Febreze to get the smell out of my clothes. Terry came through the metal detector and sat down next to me.

“What’s your offer?” she asked.

“One count of murder, I’ll dismiss the other count. It gives him a shot at parole.”

She gave me an incredulous look. “You called me here for that? Forget it.” She started to get up, but I pulled her back.

“Come on, Terry, chill. Where’s your sense of humor? The deal is accessory-providing he gives me the solid truth about everything. No whitewashing bull about how he didn’t do nuthin’ and Ian did everythin’.”

Terry glared at me, but she sat back down. We didn’t speak again until Bailey returned with a guard who said he had a room for us. We entered the tiny glass-walled room and took seats around a metal table. I stared at the windowed hallway Averly would have to pass through to get to us. Within minutes I saw him shuffling in his waist and leg chains, a deputy holding his elbow. When I’d seen him in New York, I thought he had the kind of smart-assy attitude and rangy look that would give him an attractive bad-boy appeal to some. But the county jail had a way of ripping the insouciance out of even the toughest of criminals, and Averly was far from the toughest in this jungle. His eyes were wide and staring and his face looked pinched. So much for the bad-boy appeal. As the deputy chained him into his seat, he barely glanced at any of us, even Terry.

“Jack, the prosecutor says she has a deal for you,” Terry said, jumping in first, no doubt to take control of the situation. “I don’t want you to say a word. Do you hear me?”

He gave a sideways nod, his head tilted away from her, eyes cast down.

“Hey, Jack,” I said, hoping to get him to engage with me.

“Just state your offer. This isn’t a blind date,” Fisk interrupted.

“It kind of is, Counsel,” I said. “I have a feeling Jack didn’t do these murders himself, but I don’t know for sure-”

Jack opened his mouth, but Terry cut him off. “And now you’re baiting him. Make your offer and do it fast or you’re out of here.”

Jack clamped his mouth shut, but a beseeching look flashed across his face. He would’ve gladly taken the bait I’d offered, and he was ready to deal. Just what I wanted to see.

“Here’s the deal, Jack: I’ll dismiss the murder charges and let you plead to being an accessory after the fact for both murders. That means a possible low of sixteen months. As of right now, you’re facing a sentence of life without the possibility of parole. Pretty big drop, wouldn’t you say?”

“He’s not saying anything.” Terry turned to Jack. “Right?”

Jack ducked his head and muttered, “Guess not.”

“What I’ll need from you in return for this deal is your testimony. That means your complete, truthful testimony to everything you know about this case. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I-”

Terry hit the table with her hand. “You don’t speak. How many times do I have to pound it into your head?” She turned to me. “And you. No more questions, got it? He understands.”

I ignored her and continued. “We’ll need you to make your decision soon. Because if you take this deal, I’m going to want you to give statements to me and Detective Keller, and I’m going to want you to testify at the preliminary hearing. Please nod if you understand.”

Jack threw a sullen look at Terry and nodded.

“So that’s it,” Terry said. “Unless you’re adding a year’s supply of Turtle Wax to your offer, I’d like some time alone with my client now.”

“You have one week to get back to me. After that, the deal’s off the table.”

Bailey and I stood to go, and a guard came over to the room to let us out.