a lot of athletes did. He found someone who'd get him out of trouble. His agent. Me. I drove up to the scene like a madman. I met with the arresting officer, a guy named Eddie Kobler, and the town sheriff, Ron Lemmon."

Hester Crimstein said, "I don't understand any of this."

"Give me time, you will," Myron said. "The officers and I came to an understanding. It happens all the time with big-time athletes. Matters like this are swept under the rug. Clu was a good kid, we all agreed. No reason to destroy his life over this little incident. It was a somewhat victimless crime-the only person hurt was Clu's own wife. So money changed hands, and an agreement was reached. Clu wasn't drunk. He swerved to avoid another car. That's what caused the accident. Billy Lee Palms and Bonnie would swear to it. Incident over and forgotten."

Hester wore her annoyed-but-curious scowl. Bonnie's face was losing color fast.

"It's twelve years later now," Myron said. "And the incident is almost like one of those mummy curses. The drunk driver, Clu, is murdered. His best friend and passenger, Billy Lee Palms, is shot to death-I won't call that murder because the shooter saved my life. The sheriff I bought off-he died of prostate cancer. Nothing too strange about that or perhaps God got to him before the mummy. And as for Eddie Kobler, the other officer, he was caught last year taking bribes in a big drug string. He was arrested and plea-bargained down. His wife left him. His kids won't talk to him. He lives alone in a bottle in Wyoming."

"How do you know about this Kobler guy?" Hester Crimstein asked.

"A local cop named Hobert told me what happened. A reporter friend confirmed it."

"I still don't see the relevance," Hester said.

"That's because Esperanza kept you in the dark," Myron said. "I was wondering how much she told you. Apparently not much. Probably just insisted that I be kept totally out of this, right?"

Hester gave him the courtroom eyes. "Are you saying Esperanza has something to do with all this?"

"No."

"You're the one who committed a crime here, Myron. You bribed two police officers."

"And there's the rub," Myron said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Even that night something struck me as odd about the whole incident. The three of them in the car together. Why? Bonnie didn't much care for Billy Lee Palms. Sure, she'd go out with Clu and Clu would go out with Billy Lee and maybe they'd even double-date or something. But why were the three of them in that car so late at night?"

Hester Crimstein stayed the lawyer. "Are you saying one of them wasn't in the car?"

"No. I'm saying that there were four people in the car, not three."

"What?"

They both looked at Bonnie. Bonnie lowered her head.

"Who were the four?" Hester asked.

"Bonnie and Clu were one couple." Myron tried to meet Bonnie's eyes, but she wouldn't look up. "Billy Lee Palms and Lucy Mayor were the other."

Hester Crimstein looked as if she'd been hit with a two-by-four. "Lucy Mayor?" she repeated. "As in the missing Mayor girl?"

"Yes."

"Jesus Christ."

Myron kept his eyes on Bonnie. Eventually she raised her head. "It's true, isn't it?"

Hester Crimstein said, "She's not talking."

"Yes," Bonnie said. "It's true."

"But you never knew what happened to her, did you?"

Bonnie hesitated. "Not then, no."

"What did Clu tell you?"

"That you bought her off too," Bonnie said. "Like with the police. He said you paid her to keep silent."

Myron nodded. It made sense. "There's one thing I don't get. There was a ton of publicity about Lucy Mayor a few years back. You must have seen her picture in the paper."

"I did."

"Didn't it ring a bell?"

"No. You have to remember. I only saw her that one time. You know Billy Lee. A different girl every night. And Clu and I sat in the front. Her hair was a different color too. She was a blonde then. So I didn't know."

"And neither did Clu."

"That's right."

"But eventually you learned the truth."

"Eventually," she said.

"Whoa," Hester Crimstein said. "I'm not following any of this. What does an old traffic accident have to do with Clu's murder?"

"Everything," Myron said.

"You better explain, Myron. And while you're at it, why did Esperanza get framed for it?"

"That was a mistake."

"What?"

"Esperanza wasn't the one they intended to frame," Myron said. "I was."
Chapter 38
Yankee Stadium hunched over in the night, crouching shoulders low as though trying to escape the glow from its own lights. Myron parked in Lot 14, where the executives