Stone held up a hand. “First, Tommy, Jim, we’re going to need immunity for Evan and his girlfriend, Gigi Jones.”
“Immunity from what?”
“From any possible criminal involvement in any crime.”
“Hang on,” Rawlings said. “From any involvement in any crime?”
“That’s what my client needs to feel comfortable discussing the homicide with you.”
“I don’t know about that,” Rawlings said. “Will you excuse us for a moment?”
“Of course,” Stone replied. He and Evan walked out of the offi ce and took chairs in the hall. They could see Tommy and Rawlings arguing. Arms were being waved. Finally, they were told to come back into the conference room.
“All right,” Rawlings said, “I’ll offer immunity from prosecution for any crime associated with the death of Charley Boggs. That’s the best I can do.”
“All right,” Evan said.
“We’re going to need that in writing,” Stone said. Evan interrupted. “That won’t be necessary, Stone. I trust Mr. Rawlings and Lieutenant Sculley.”
“Evan …”
“I’m ready to speak on this subject,” Evan said. Stone shrugged. “All right, but remember, Mr. Rawlings, I’m holding you to this agreement, and Tommy is a witness.”
“Yeah, I’m a witness,” Tommy said. “Now spit it out, Mr. Keating.”
And Evan spat it out.
15 9
36
EVA N KEA T I N G R E G A R D ED the two men across the table calmly. “Charley Boggs is not dead,” he said. Rawlings looked at Stone. “For this we came? The guy is still alive?”
“Wait a minute,” Tommy Sculley said, “I have the feeling there’s more. Go on, Evan.”
“I’m Charley Boggs,” Evan said.
Tommy screwed up his face. “You’re Charley Boggs?”
“Yes.”
“Then who was the guy we found floating in Garrison Bight?”
“That was Evan Keating.”
Stone decided to keep his mouth shut, since he was as baffl ed as everybody else.
“Let’s see some I.D.,” Tommy said.
“My I.D. was in Evan’s pocket,” the new Charley Boggs said. “Do you still have it?”
“No,” Tommy said, “it was sent to his parents.”
“Then I’m afraid I can’t help you with I.D.; I only have Evan’s.”
1 6 0
L o i t e r i n g w i t h I n t e n t