The Baxter Trust

buried on page twelve.”
    Taylor thought that over. “Not bad for an asshole.”
    Steve shook his head. “Something has to break. Shit, haven’t you got anything from California?”
    “Nothing. The trail’s cold. I’m beginning to think there may be nothing to get. I mean, just because Alice Baxter said she had a baby in California doesn’t mean she did. Sheila could have been born in another state. She could have been born under another name. There’s a lot of possibilities. Now, I have to tell you, frankly, I got more men working out there on the coast than you can afford, and I still got nothing. Which may mean that there’s nothing to get.”
    The waitress brought Taylor’s ham and eggs. He picked up a fork and dug in.
    Steve looked dispiritedly at his own food. “The thing is, I need something fast. The prosecution’s gonna rest its case today or tomorrow, the way things are going. And what the hell am I gonna do then?”
    “Your client’s gonna have to tell one hell of a convincing story.”
    Steve sighed. “She can’t.”
    Taylor looked at him. “What?”
    “She can’t tell her story. I can’t even put her on the stand.”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “I’m not.”
    Taylor looked at him sideways. “Why? ’Cause she’s guilty?”
    Steve shook his head. “No. ’Cause she’s innocent.”
    Taylor stared at him. “What?”
    “She’s innocent. That’s the problem. She didn’t do it. She’s innocent, and she doesn’t know shit. A man she never saw before was murdered in her apartment with her knife and with her apartment key in his pocket. She knows nothing about it. So what the hell can she say?”
    “Just that.”
    “Great. And who’s gonna believe it? Do you believe it?”
    Taylor’s eyes shifted.
    “There you are,” Steve said. “And the other thing is, she lied to the police in her statement.” Taylor raised his eyebrows. “Oh, not about Greely, not about the murder. But about other things, unimportant things, really, like where she was and what she was doing before she found the body. But it doesn’t matter, because all they have to do is catch her in one lie, any lie, about any small insignificant thing, and with the way the rest of the facts are in this case, she’s dead meat. And look at her. She’s young, naive in a lot of ways. You think she could stand up to cross-examination? You think Dirkson wouldn’t rip her apart?” He shook his head. “No. There’s no way I can put her on the stand.”
    “So what can you do?”
    “That’s the thing. If I don’t have something by the time the prosecution rests its case, the only thing I can think of is, I’m gonna have to go after Zambelli.”
    Taylor looked up in alarm. “You’re not serious?”
    “I have to do something.”
    “You do something like that you’re gonna wind up dead.”
    “I can’t think about that. I have to think about my client. If you don’t want me to go after Zambelli, come up with something else. What about Dutton’s wife? You get anything there?”
    “I got about two hundred and fifty dollars in operatives’ fees confirming the fact that she was in Reno the whole day.”
    “Great.”
    Taylor’s beeper went on. He switched it off.
    “Gotta call the office. Maybe we got something.”
    “Yeah, sure.”
    Taylor got up and went to the pay phone at the front of the shop. Steve sat and made patterns on the plate with his eggs.
    Taylor was animated when he came back from the phone. “They got it,” he said. “Actually they got it late last night, but there’s a three-hour time difference so they didn’t call because it was after midnight back here. They called first thing this morning. I mean, it’s not even seven o’clock out there now, and—”
    “Yeah, yeah, fine,” Steve said impatiently. “What have they got?”
    “We found the hospital where Sheila was born.”
    “You’re kidding. Where?”
    “A small town about a hundred miles north of L.A. Alice Baxter checked in under the name of Mary Brown. But it’s a positive I.D., right down to the little baby footprints.”
    “And the father?”
    “Listed as Sam Brown. We’re looking for him, of course.”
    “All right. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
    “Yeah finally,” Taylor said. “We would have had the location sooner but we had the date wrong.”
    Steve looked at him. “We what?”
    “We had the date wrong. You gave me November twelfth as Sheila’s birthday. She’s older than that. She was actually