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She stopped and turned around, her eyes welling as she looked back. I m
sorry, too, she said bitterly. Because youruined it, Jack. You just
ruinedeverything.
He felt completely empty inside, like a lifeless husk, as he watched her toss
her suitcase into the car and pull out of the driveway. He tried to
feelsomething, even anger at Gina. But another voice quickly took over. He
could hear his father repeating that lesson Jack had never seemed to learn as
a boy, probably because Harold Swyteck had tried so hard to teach it to him.
It was the same lesson Jack had fired back at his father the night Fernandez
was executed. We re all responsible for our own actions, Jack could hear his
father telling him. The memory didn t help Jack with his sense of loss. But
somewhere deep inside, he felt a little stronger because of it.
I ll always love you, he whispered over the lump in his throat as Cindy
drove away. Always.
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Harry Swyteck received a full report on the day s events in his Tallahassee
office. Gina s testimony was the first he d heard of Jack s stalker. While the
rest of the world took the story as Jack s motive to kill Eddy Goss, he saw it
differently, because he also had been harassed before the murder and he, too,
had believed it was Goss.
His first instinct was to make a public statement, but it was quite possible
that going public with what had happened to him could strengthen the case
against Jack. From the jury s standpoint, evidence that both Swytecks were
being threatened would only double Jack s motive to kill Goss. And even
telling Jack wouldn t be wise because he d have to divulge everything he knew
when he testified in his own defense.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. This just came, his secretary
said as she entered his office, handing him a large, sealed envelope. I
didn t want to interrupt, but the courier said it relates to your son s
trial.
Thank you, Paula. It was a brown envelope, with no return address. He was
immediately suspicious. He waited for her to disappear behind the closed
office door, and then he cautiously slit the seal with his letter opener and
peered inside. He paused. Photographs again. He feared it was more of the same
horrible photographs his blackmailer had shown him after his carriage ride in
the park. But there was only one photo this time. Slowly, he removed the large
black-and-white glossy, then froze. He d never seen the shot before, but the
subject was certainly familiar. It was taken on the night of the murder. It
was a photo of the governor walking away from Goss s apartment, after he d
chickened out and decided not to go inside, toting the shoe box full of cash
his blackmailer had told him to deliver to apartment 217 at four o clock in
the morning.
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His hands shook as he laid the photograph facedown on his desk. Only then did
he notice the message on the back. It was a poem brief, but to the point:
One word to your son,
one word to the cops,
we double the fun,
the other shoe drops.
The governor went rigid in his chair, disgusted by the way he was being
manipulated. But he knew exactly what shoe would drop. This was one last
threat a solemn promise that if he came forward in defense of his son, the
police would shortly come into possession of the wing tips that could connect
the governor and his extraneous footprints not only to the murder of Eddy
Goss, but to that of Wilfredo Garcia as well. And there was more still: The
tape recording of the bribe, the payoff for the victim s photographs all of it
would bring into public focus that this entire tragedy was rooted in the
execution of an innocent man.
The governor held his head in his hands, agonizing. He felt compelled to act,
yet at the same time paralyzed. He had to make sure he didn t play into the
hands of the enemy. He had to figure out a way to help his son without
self-destructing.
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Jack didn t want to stay in the empty house after Cindy had left, and he d
lost all appetite for dinner. So he drove to Manny s office to prepare for the
next day of the trial.
The first thing he mentioned to his lawyer was Gina s glossing over that he d
had a gun that night he came to her apartment. The question was never asked,
and so Gina never answered it. Perhaps she d sensed that saying anything about
the gun would be driving the last nail into Jack s coffin? Maybe that was too
much even for Gina.
Manny was as perplexed as Jack. What shehad said, though, had been
devastating. He wanted a powerful cross-examination of Gina, and by ten
o clock that night, the two lawyers had mapped out an impressive assault. Jack
feared, however, that it was the kind of legal warfare that could impress only
a lawyer. Manny couldn t disagree. They both knew the bottom line. Gina had
told the truth. And there was only so far a criminal defense lawyer could push
a truthful witness on cross-examination before the jury would start to resent
the lawyerand his client.
To say the least, Jack wasn t feeling very optimistic when he got home until
he checked his answering machine.
Jack, came the familiar voice. It s Gina.
There was a long pause. He turned up the volume, then stood frozen as he
listened.
I think we should talk, she said finally. Face-to-face. Come by tonight,
please. I m sure I ll be up.
He took a deep breath. He detected no gloating in her tone. No animosity. No
seductiveness. Just honesty.
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He picked up the phone, then put it down. If he called her, he was afraid she
might change her mind. But if he showed up at her door, he was certain she d
talk to him. He grabbed his car keys and rushed out.
Twenty minutes later, Gina opened her front door. She was dressed in soft
slippers and a white bathrobe. Her chestnut hair was wet and a little tangled,
as if she d washed it an hour ago, started combing it out, then lost the
energy to finish the job. She wore no makeup, and in the same strange way that
her toned-down appearance in the courtroom had made her more attractive, she
was even prettier now, Jack thought except for one thing. She looked sad. Very
sad.
Come on in, she said in a subdued voice.
Thanks. He stepped inside, and she closed the door behind him.
Something to drink?
No, thanks.
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