“You don’t have any authority in one of those sites, you know. They’re federal property.”
Coughlin ignored that.
“Ketcham positively identified one of the Five Squad as the guy who raped the granddaughter, and gave us a sworn statement to the effect. Plus, that the same guy had stolen twenty thousand dollars from him.”
“I wonder how convincing a witness Mr. Ketcham would be,” Giacomo said.
“I went to Hanging Harriet McCandless—Tony Callis did—and got her to overturn the magistrate’s decision to grant bail to Amos Williams and one of his thugs, a scumbag named Baby Brownlee. Jason Washington got them to give statements saying they had more cocaine at the time of their arrest than Five Squad turned in as evidence, and more cash, and in the case of Brownlee, a gold Rolex that until a couple of hours ago seemed to have disappeared.”
“Same question, Denny. I wonder what sort of witnesses Mr. Williams and Mr. Brownlee would make against fine police officers? Frankly, I would be prone to ask them, several times, so the jury would be sure to hear their answer, whether the police or the district attorney had offered them anything—like immunity from prosecution—in exchange for their agreeing to say these terrible things about these fine police officers.”
“Baby Brownlee’s gold Rolex showed up this morning in a safe-deposit box in Harrisburg, the only key to which was in the hands of another fine pure-as-the-driven-snow police officer assigned to the Narcotics Unit’s Five Squad. And there was some fifty thousand-plus in cash in the same box.”
“I presume you think you can prove the watch in question is actually Mr. Brownlee’s?”
“He bought it at Bailey, Banks and Biddle. They made a record of the serial number.”
“Very interesting story, Denny. Is that all of it?”
“Not quite,” Coughlin said. “I had breakfast with Savarese this morning.”
“Did you really?”
“I told him that we didn’t want to subject his granddaughter to the humiliation of having to testify against her rapist, and that what we proposed to do was have him plead guilty to enough charges of violating the civil rights—”
“Violating somebody’s civil rights? Whose civil rights?” Giacomo interrupted.
“Williams’s and Brownlee’s, for sure. Probably some others. We picked up everybody they arrested within the last ten days when their bail was revoked, and reinterviewed them. We’re prepared to go further back, if necessary.”
“Why would you believe that an attorney would recommend that this guy cop a plea like that? It seems to me that, in this case, there is very little chance that the victim would ever testify
against him.”
“Savarese put it another way,” Coughlin said. “He said he didn’t think there could be a trial if there was no one around alive to try.”
“He has a point,” Giacomo said. “You didn’t think that simple observation about life in general could in any way be construed as a threat against anyone, did you?”
“Manny, he as much as told me he’s going to kill this guy just as soon as he finds out who he is.”
“Not in so many words, right?”
“Not in so many words.”
“If Mr. Savarese is, in your opinion, so prepared to cause the unlawful deaths of others, in particular those who have in some way caused harm to members of his family, why do you suppose he didn’t do something dreadful to Mr.—Ketcham, you said?—”
“Ronald R. Ketcham,” Coughlin furnished.
“—when he had the opportunity?”
“Peter Wohl thinks Savarese wanted him to starve to death,” Coughlin said.
My God, that’s probably exactly what Savarese intended to do.
“What do you want from me, Denny?”
“I want—what the hell, you’d have his name in a couple of minutes anyway—Officer Herbert Prasko to roll over on the Five Squad. In exchange for which, he’ll get a twenty-year plea bargain, which means probably seven years in a federal prison.”
“Why should I encourage him to do that?”