Fracture Page #3
It's for the Glock 45...
we found at the scene.
Now, we got no other
sign of a gun so far.
No weapon.
No powder on his hand...
no blood on his clothes.
That's four shots fired.
Four bullets missing from the case.
floor with no prints on 'em.
And a gun that's never been fired.
The guy's screwing with us.
He's stacking the deck.
She's pretty.
Look, the gun is in this house.
Maybe he was wearing gloves.
Maybe he had time to change.
But it's in the house...
and I'll tell you why
it's in the house.
Because people
were watching the house.
And he never came out.
And I could be wrong...
but I don't think that the gun
grew little gun legs...
and ran out of the house.
So, if you need more guys...
I'm all for it.
That's disability insurance.
- Uh-huh.
- Most of our employees get that.
It's only an additional $6.84 a month.
All right.
Just be sure you sign the one
with the devil in blood.
It's not binding otherwise.
Just going into a meeting.
I wanted to stop by and make sure...
you're getting everything you need.
I'm getting more than I need.
Will you walk with me?
Yeah.
I'll send him right back.
Oh, no problem.
We were just finishing paperwork...
and ordering furniture...
and I was gonna give him
some swatches and chips.
Which I thought
was something to eat...
- didn't I?
- Yeah, you did.
- He he.
- Ha ha ha.
All right.
I like that.
- Oh, I like that one, too.
- Yeah.
No purple.
Let me handle it.
"More than I need," huh?
Oh, I was just talking
about the furniture.
Well, don't get too attached.
You're not gonna be here much.
Two weeks from Tuesday...
whole team's getting
on a plane to Chicago.
Why, what's going on in Chicago?
Warfield.
Warfield?
Ain't that the biotech guy
who stole like, uh...
from his own company?
That biotech guy who had
no idea whatsoever...
what his CFO was doing?
Oh, right.
This is a test, Willy.
Burt told me to give
you a trial by fire.
I'm good at trials by fire.
He wants you up to speed...
depositions in two weeks.
No problem.
What about closing out your old job?
- Yeah?
- Beachum.
No, Danny, no.
No, no, no, no.
L... no.
The idea is to get things outta here.
Oh, is that the idea?
Well, sorry.
Enjoy a jelly bean.
Hmm. Thanks.
What color did you get?
Yellow.
Oh, that's popcorn. That's gross.
Well, thanks.
Told ya.
Danny, this isn't ev... uhh.
All right.
All right.
Sorry.
How's my wife?
Uh, I don't know.
Sure she's been better, though.
I heard somewhere,
I think it was on NPR...
that you're supposed to talk
to people who are in a coma.
It may help them
or get through to them.
Uh-huh.
But you're probably too busy...
getting up to speed
on the Warfield case, I suppose.
Excuse me?
Hmm?
Oh, no, I'm not...
I'm not judging you, Willy.
No. Anyone coming
from what you came from...
then paying your way through
East Okie cowshit college...
and Tulsa Law by writing papers...
for Princeton kids on the internet...
My God, $60,000 in debt...
and 97% conviction rate.
Wow.
You deserve it, kiddo.
What have you been doing?
Oh, I'm permitted the use
of a private investigator.
Not to investigate me.
Why not? You're investigating me.
Because you shot your wife.
Allegedly. That's how it works, right?
If I can't introduce something
in court as evidence...
it doesn't exist legally.
L... I... I'm not gonna play
games with you.
I'm afraid you have to, old sport.
What is this?
Wha... what is it?
Some kinda, uh,
form of communication?
Uh-huh. You sent me a box of papers.
It's called disc...
It's called discovery, all right?
That's where the state
is legally obligated...
to provide all the evidence...
to the defendant...
so you can prepare your defense.
There's nothing in it, Willy.
You haven't actually
discovered anything.
That's one point of view.
Another might be that
I've hit the mother lode.
Oh, have they found the gun?
I don't need the gun to convict you.
Huh.
Tell me something.
Does it bother you that I call you Willy?
No.
No.
Willy.
Willy, I'd like you to
consider becoming my lawyer.
I'll pay you lots of money.
I'm prosecuting you.
Yes, but I'm giving you a chance...
to get on the other side
of this unholy mess...
while you still can.
Right.
Are you out of your mind?
Ha ha.
I think, on advice of counsel...
I'll decline to answer that one.
All right. Well, look, I'm gonna...
thank you for your offer.
I'm gonna stay right where I am.
At least for one more week.
Look, just keep this.
Don't send it back.
You need that.
You also need to come up
with a witness list.
No, I'll leave all
the witness crap to you.
Right. 'Cause you're not gonna...
You're not gonna call any witnesses.
No, I'm innocent, remember,
until proven guilty.
Whatever.
You heard the judge.
You know that's not
grounds for an appeal.
Ah, what the heck.
Jury of my peers,
and so on and so forth.
Right.
You know, my grandfather
was, uh, an egg farmer.
This isn't gonna be about your, uh...
rough childhood, is it?
No, I used to candle eggs at his farm.
Do you know what that is?
You hold an egg up to the light
of a-a candle and, uh...
you look for imperfections.
The first time I did it...
he told me to put all the eggs
that were cracked...
or flawed into a bucket
for the bakery.
And, uh, he came back
an hour later...
and there were 300 eggs
in the bakery bucket.
He asked me what
the hell I was doing...
but I found a flaw
You know, thin places
in the shell and, uh...
fine hairline cracks.
You look closely enough...
you'll find everything
has a weak spot...
where it can break, sooner or later.
You looking for mine?
What is it?
You're a winner, Willy.
Heh heh heh.
Yeah.
Well, I guess the joke's
on me, then, isn't it?
You bet your ass, old sport.
What time was that?
About, uh, 5:
00.Then she went into the house.
Prior to that...
had you seen Mr. Crawford
arrive at the house?
Yes.
When was that?
Earlier than usual.
Uh, maybe 4:
00.Did Mr. Crawford park in the carport?
No, he always parks in the garage.
He's very careful with his car.
Would you say that Mr. Crawford...
was a very careful man?
Oh, yes.
Always.
Thank you.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Mr. Crawford.
Uh, yes, Your Honor?
Uh, hello, Ciro.
No, M... Mr. Crawford.
It... It's your turn to
cross-examine this witness.
Oh, no.
No questions.
What time?
We called in SWA as soon as we knew...
there was a possible
hostage situation...
and then I tried to establish contact...
through the front gate intercom.
Any answer?
- None.
- What then?
Two other uniform squads arrived.
We established a perimeter...
outside the walls
as quickly as possible...
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