Chapter Thirty-Nine
The events of the past week had moved at warp speed.
Billy Kramer had been murdered. There had been the shoot-out at Raymond Castor’s house, his murder on the steps of Karen Wyatt’s building, and the assassination of Wolf Larson.
Then everything slowed down to a snail’s pace.
The police had no leads in the murder of Wolf Larson.
Everyone thought that Zegda had murdered Kramer, but there was no way to prove it, so no one was spending any time on the case.
Derek Baines had lawyered up and wasn’t talking, and Karen still had no clue what “Starlight” meant.
The only positive entry on the plus side of Karen’s ledger had been a visit from the doctor Karen had been seeing.
Barry Clay had called to see if she was all right when he heard about the shooting.
Then he had offered to cook her dinner at her place.
When he showed up, he brought flowers, a Caesar salad, and the ingredients for spaghetti carbonara, which had been delicious.
By the end of the week, Karen was back in her office working on her other cases, but she felt like she was spinning her wheels.
Jack Blackburn’s trial was set to go in two weeks, but most of her prep for the case had been completed.
None of her other cases were scheduled for trial soon, and many of them were in suspended animation while she waited for responses from opposing counsel.
So, she was delighted when Morris Johnson walked into her office with a smile on his face and told her that he had some good news.
“I don’t want you to get too excited, but I might have figured out a way to weaken Vanderlasky’s case against Jack Blackburn.”
“Tell me.”
“I went to the tavern where Jack met Billy Kramer, and I showed the bartender who served everyone a photograph of the beer glass that was found at Cogen’s place.
He said it matched the glasses they use.
He showed me a glass, and it was identical, but he said that a lot of bars use identical glasses.
Then I crossed my fingers and I asked him my next question. ”
Morris told her what he’d discovered.
“That’s fantastic!” Karen exclaimed.
Morris smiled. “That’s why you pay me the big bucks.”
Karen frowned. “We’ll have to give Vanderlasky discovery.”
Morris grinned. “I haven’t written a report, so all we have to give him is our witness list with the witness’s name and contact info. If Vanderlasky interviews her, he’ll know what we know, but only if he asks the right questions.”