The Lincoln Lawyer

room to see or hear the evidence to know who the killer was. Deep down I knew that Raul had gotten too close to Louis Roulet. And I was the one who had sent him. The only question left for me was what was I going to do about it.
    After twenty minutes two detectives came from the back of the house and into the living room. I stood up and we talked while standing. The man identified himself as Lankford, the detective who had called me. He was older, the veteran. His partner was a woman named Sobel. She didn’t look like she had been investigating homicides for very long.
    We didn’t shake hands. They were wearing rubber gloves. They also had paper booties over their shoes. Lankford was chewing gum.
    “Okay, this is what we’ve got,” he said gruffly. “Levin was in his office, sitting in his desk chair. The chair was turned from the desk, so he was facing the intruder. He was shot one time in the chest. Something small, looks like a twenty-two to me but we’ll wait on the coroner for that.”
    Lankford tapped his chest dead center. I could hear the hard sound of a bullet-proof vest beneath his shirt.
    I corrected him. He had pronounced the name here and on the phone earlier as Levine. I said the name rhymed with heaven.
    “Levin, then,” he said, getting it right. “Anyway, after the shot, he tried to get up or just fell forward to the floor. He expired facedown on the floor. The intruder ransacked the office and we are currently at a loss to determine what he was looking for or what he might have taken.”
    “Who found him?” I asked.
    “A neighbor who found his dog running loose. The intruder must have let the dog out before or after the killing. The neighbor found it wandering around, recognized it and brought it back. She found the front door open, came in and found the body. It didn’t look like much of a watchdog, you ask me. It’s one of those little hair balls.”
    “A shih tzu,” I said.
    I had seen the dog before and heard Levin talk about it, but I couldn’t remember its name. It was something like Rex or Bronco-a name that belied the dog’s small stature.
    Sobel referred to a notebook she was holding before continuing the questioning.
    “We haven’t found anything that can lead us to next of kin,” she said. “Do you know if he had any family?”
    “I think his mother lives back east. He was born in Detroit. Maybe she’s there. I don’t think they had much of a relationship.”
    She nodded.
    “We have found his time and hours calendar. He’s got your name on almost every day for the last month. Was he working on a specific case for you?”
    I nodded.
    “A couple different cases. One mostly.”
    “Do you care to tell us about it?” she asked.
    “I have a case about to go to trial. Next month. It’s an attempted rape and murder. He was running down the evidence and helping me to get ready.”
    “You mean helping you try to backdoor the investigation, huh?” Lankford said.
    I realized then that Lankford’s politeness on the phone was merely sweet talk to get me to come to the house. He would be different now. He even seemed to be chewing his gum more aggressively than when he had first entered the room.
    “Whatever you want to call it, Detective. Everybody is entitled to a defense.”
    “Yeah, sure, and they’re all innocent, only it’s their parents’ fault for taking them off the tit too soon,” Lankford said. “Whatever. This guy Levin was a cop before, right?”
    He was back to mispronouncing the name.
    “Yes, he was LAPD. He was a detective on a Crimes Against Persons squad but he retired after twelve years on the force. I think it was twelve years. You’ll have to check. And it’s Levin.”
    “Right, as in heaven. I guess he couldn’t hack working for the good guys, huh?”
    “Depends on how you look at it, I guess.”
    “Can we get back to your case?” Sobel asked. “What is the name of the defendant?”
    “Louis Ross Roulet. The trial’s in Van Nuys Superior before Judge Fullbright.”
    “Is he in custody?”
    “No, he’s out on a bond.”
    “Any animosity between Roulet and Mr. Levin?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    I had decided. I was going to deal with Roulet in the way I knew how. I was sticking with the plan I had concocted-with the help of Raul Levin. Drop a depth charge into the case and make sure to get clear. I felt I owed it to my friend Mish. He would have wanted it this way. I wouldn’t farm it out. I would handle it