Most Wanted Page 69


“No.” Griff pushed the envelope back. “Good-bye.”

“Why?” Christine had prepared for the reaction. “You’re busy, you need help. You said you’re a one-man band. You don’t have to be.”

“This is about your book. Admit it.”

“No, it’s not.” Christine cringed inwardly. “I put Zachary’s interest ahead of my book, didn’t I? That’s already been established. I just want to help Zachary and I’m interested in the case.”

“Why?” Griff’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses, which were remarkably unsmudged.

“I think he’s innocent.”

Griff harrumphed. “That’s proves you’re not qualified to work in criminal law.”

“You don’t think he is?”

“I’m not discussing the case with you.”

“Okay, but I’m qualified. You don’t need a degree to be a paralegal. I have a degree in education. I’m a college graduate, University of Connecticut. I can be taught to do legal research, and factual research is common sense.”

“Voltaire said common sense isn’t common.”

“Luckily, Voltaire’s not here. After what happened with Linda Kent, I think something suspicious is going on and I want to get to the bottom of it.”

“No. Good-bye.” Griff’s phone started ringing, but he ignored it.

“Be practical. You can’t do it all, and there’s no money to hire staff. Somebody needs to follow up about Linda Kent.” Christine gestured at the ringing phone. “I’m sure the FBI’s calling you, and the other state jurisdictions will want to talk with you, just like you said. You can’t do it all yourself, can you?”

Griff pursed his dry lips but didn’t reply. The phone stopped ringing.

“I promise I’ll be completely loyal and I’ll keep everything we learned confidential. I’m much more responsible than anybody you’d get off the street, and I already have a rapport with Zachary.”

Griff didn’t say anything, so Christine kept talking.

“I’m good with computers, unlike somebody we know. The FBI and other authorities will need to email you. They’re not all going to be able to call you on the phone, especially if you don’t answer. You have to be realistic, if not for your sake, then for Zachary’s. If you stay in the Dark Ages, that’s not going to serve your client. Let me help.”

“I don’t think so.” Griff shook his head, and the phone started ringing again.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

“No.”

Christine half-rose, reaching for the phone. “Let me, I can take a message.”

“No. Sit back down. I know who it is.”

“Who?”

“None of your business.”

“Why aren’t you getting it?”

“Phone calls are always somebody else’s agenda. Remember that.” Griff held up a knotted index finger. “People would get more done if they would ignore the phone calls of others. Work their own agenda. Like me. I have my own agenda. Do you know where the word agenda comes from?”

“I’m guessing Latin?”

“Of course. Actually it is a Latin word, the neuter plural of agendum. It means ‘things that need to be done.’ As in, answering the phone is not my agendum, my thing that needs to be done. My agendum is my client.”

Christine resorted to Plan B. “I’m going to do factual investigation on this case, whether you like it or not. You can’t stop me.”

“So do it. Why bother me?” Griff shifted his knobby shoulders inside his jacket, which was too big, undoubtedly from his younger days.

“Because if I do it as your employee, then it’s privileged, isn’t it? I wouldn’t have to reveal it to the FBI or in court. That’s what you taught me, am I right?”

Griff didn’t reply except to frown, a fissure between his unruly eyebrows.

“But if I do it on my own, it’s not privileged and it’s not confidential. I have to answer questions about it, and I can also tell anybody I want to. I could print anything I wanted to. I could go to the newspapers myself. I could put it on that crazy new thing called the Internet.” Christine paused to let it sink in. “The only way you can control me is if you hire me. Either way, I’m going forward. It benefits Zachary if we work together, not against each other.”

Griff kept frowning. “That’s blackmail.”

“No, it’s cooperation.” Christine couldn’t give up on teaching, even at his age. “Our cooperating is in Zachary’s best interests. We both want the same thing, which is to see him acquitted. What do you say?”

Griff sighed, unhappily. The phone stopped ringing.

“Griff, you have no money. You have no staff. You can’t do it by yourself. Please, be practical. Use me.”

Griff paused, pursing his lips.

Christine waited. “Please?”

“You have to do what I say,” Griff answered, after a moment.

“I will.” Christine felt her heart lift.

“Don’t write or talk about the case, except to me. No books, no Facebooks, no leaks. Do I have your word?”

“Yes.”

“You’re covered by Rule 1.6, which means that anything you discover while you’re working for me is work product, protected by attorney-client privilege. Keep it that way.”

“I will.” Christine shifted forward in her seat. “Okay, so tell me, you meet Zachary?”

“You’re asking questions already?” Griff’s hooded eyes widened.

“If we’re going to work together, we have to share information. Sharing and cooperation, Griff.” Christine felt like she was talking to a fourth-grader, only hairier.

“What’s to share? I went over on Sunday and met Zachary.”

“And what do you think of him?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t matter what you think of him?”

“No.” Griff met her eye behind his glasses and sealed his lips into a flat, if wrinkled, line.

Christine let it go. “Do you think he’s innocent?”

“That doesn’t matter either. I’m his lawyer, not his Creator.”

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