The Gods of Guilt(98)
I wished I could so easily do the same. But the second call irreparably broke the sleep cycle and I moved restlessly in the bed for most of the remainder of the night, only nodding off an hour before I was supposed to awaken for the day.
That morning I called a taxi so Kendall could sleep in. Luckily, I had started leaving clothes at her house and I dressed in a suit that wasn’t that fresh but at least was different from the one I’d worn the day before. I then snuck out of the house without waking her. Lorna was already waiting for me in the Lexus when the taxi pulled up to my house shortly after eight. Moya’s men were there, too, in their car, waiting to escort us downtown. I took two minutes to go up to the house to get my briefcase and then came back down and jumped into the car.
“Let’s go.”
Lorna abruptly pulled away from the curb. I could tell she had not yet given up her anger with me.
“Hey, I’m not the one who showed up ten minutes late,” she said. “I was the one who was on time and had to sit and wait—not to mention waiting with the two cartel goons that give everybody the creeps.”
“Okay, okay. Let’s just drop it, all right? I had a rough night.”
“Aren’t you lucky.”
“I don’t mean it that way. I had Cisco waking me up and then Sly Sr. called to chew me out and I ended up with, like, three hours total. Did Cisco put the video on your iPad for me to look at?”
“Yes, it’s in the bag in the back.”
I reached between the seats to the backseat, where her purse was on the floor. It was the size of a grocery bag and it weighed a ton.
“What the hell do you have in this thing?”
“Everything.”
I didn’t ask for further explanation. I managed to pull the bag up to the front seat, open it, and find her iPad. I put the bag on the floor between my feet, lest I pull a muscle leveraging it into the back again.
“It should be right on the screen and ready to go,” Lorna said. “Just hit the play button.”
I opened her iPad case, lit the screen, and saw the frozen image of the front door of a house I knew to be the home of Stratton Sterghos. The camera angle was from below and the quality was not great, as the only illumination came from a porch light next to the door. I assumed Cisco’s people had used a pinhole camera hidden in a potted plant or some other porch ornament. The view was from a side angle so that if anyone approached and knocked on the door the camera would capture their profile.
I hit the play button and watched for a few seconds as nothing moved or happened on the screen. Then a man stepped onto the porch, hesitated, and glanced behind him. It was Lankford. He then turned back and knocked on the door. He waited for the door to be answered. I waited, too.
Nothing happened. I knew no one would answer the door but it was a tense moment just the same.
“Which way do you want me to go today?” Lorna asked.
“Just hold on a minute,” I said. “Let me watch.”
The video was without sound. Lankford knocked again with more force. He then looked back off camera and shook his head. Seemingly at the direction of someone offscreen, he turned and knocked again, even harder.
No one answered. A second man stepped up on the porch and moved to Lankford’s right side so he could look in through the window next to the door. He cupped his eyes as he leaned against the glass. His face was hidden until he leaned back, turned to Lankford, and said something. It was James Marco.
I froze the screen so I could just look at them. It was an image I knew would cause a sea change in the case. It was perfectly reasonable and acceptable that Lankford would show up at the front door of a man listed as a defense witness on a case he was assigned to for the District Attorney’s Office. But the confluence of Lankford and DEA agent James Marco on that front porch changed things exponentially. I was looking at digital evidence that tied Marco to Lankford and the events surrounding the murder of Gloria Dayton. At minimum, I felt I was looking at reasonable doubt.
I spoke to Lorna without taking my eyes off the screen.
“Where’s Cisco now?”
“He came home, gave me that, and went to sleep. He said he’d be in court by ten.”
I nodded. He deserved the the chance to sleep late.
“Well, he did good.”
“Did you watch the whole thing? He said watch it to the end.”
I pushed the play button. Lankford and Marco grew tired of waiting for the door to be answered and walked off the porch. I waited. Nothing happened. No action on the porch.
“What am I looking—”
Then I saw it. It was barely a shadow on the other side of the porch, but I saw it. One or both of the men walked down the side of the house.