Echo Burning

sure. But what you clearly fail to understand is if I don’t see possible exoneration, then I don’t speak up at all . What your colleagues and I have clashed over in the past is merely the tip of the iceberg. Cases that have no merit don’t get to trial, because I advise the defense to plead them out and hope for mercy. And I see many, many cases that have no merit.”
    “Cases like this one?”
    Black nodded. “I’m afraid so. If I had been retained by Ms. Aaron directly, I would tell her that her client’s word is not to be trusted. And you’re right, I say that very reluctantly, with a long and honorable record of preferring to take the defense’s side. Which is a record I have always maintained, despite the attendant risk of annoying our districts’ attorneys. And which is a record I always aim to continue, for as long as I am spared. Which might not be much longer, if this damn heat keeps up.”
    He paused a second and looked around.
    “For which reason I must take my leave of you now,” he said. “I’m very sorry I was unable to help you, Mr. Walker. Really. It would have been enormously satisfying.”
    He squared the reports together and slipped them back into the FedEx packet. Handed it to Reacher, who was nearest. Then he stood up and headed for the door.
    “But there has to be something,” Walker said. “I don’t believe this. The one time in my life I want Cowan Black to come up with something, and he can’t.”
    Black shook his head. “I learned a long time ago, sometimes they’re just guilty.”
    He sketched a brief gesture that was half-wave, half-salute, and walked slowly out of the office. The breeze from the air conditioners caught the door and crashed it shut behind him. Alice and Reacher said nothing. Just watched Walker at his desk. Walker dropped his head into his hands and closed his eyes.
    “Go away,” he said. “Just get the hell out of here and leave me alone.”

    The air in the stairwell was hot, and it was worse still out on the sidewalk. Reacher swapped the FedEx packet into his left hand and caught Alice’s arm with his right. Stopped her at the curb.
    “Is there a good jeweler in town?” he asked.
    “I guess,” she said. “Why?”
    “I want you to sign out her personal property. You’re still her lawyer, as far as anybody knows. We’ll get her ringappraised. Then we’ll find out if she’s telling the truth about anything.”
    “You still got doubts?”
    “I’m from the army. First we check, then we double-check.”
    “O.K.,” she said. “If you want.” They turned around and walked down the alley and she took possession of Carmen’s lizard skin belt and her ring by signing a form that specified both items as material evidence. Then they went looking for a jeweler. They walked away from the cheap streets and found one ten minutes later in a row of upmarket boutiques. The window display was too crowded to be called elegant, but judging by the price tags the owner had a feel for quality. Or for blind optimism.
    “So how do we do this?” Alice asked.
    “Make out it’s an estate sale,” Reacher said. “Maybe it belonged to your grandmother.”
    The guy in the store was old and stooped. He might have looked pretty sharp forty years ago. But he still acted sharp. Reacher saw a flash in his eyes. Cops? Then he saw him answer his own question in the negative. Alice didn’t look like a cop. Neither did Reacher, which was a mistaken impression he’d traded on for years. Then the guy went into an assessment of how smart these new customers might be. It was transparent, at least to Reacher. He was accustomed to watching people make furtive calculations. He saw him decide to proceed with caution. Alice produced the ring and told him she’d inherited it from family. Told him she was thinking of selling it, if the price was right.
    The guy held it under a desk lamp and put a loupe in his eye.
    “Color, clarity, cut and carat,” he said. “The four Cs. That’s what we look for.”
    He turned the stone left and right. It flashed in the light. He picked up a slip of stiff card that had circular holes punched through it. They started small and got bigger. He fitted the stone in the holes until he found one that fit exactly.
    “Two and a quarter carats,” he said. “Cut is real handsome. Color is good, maybe just on the yellow side of truly excellent. Clarity isn’t flawless, but it’s not very far off. This stone ain’t bad. Not bad at all. How