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It was just a matter of time.
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Toward the end of the week, I got a call from Ray Gruliow. His had been one of the names Id given to William Havemeyer, and Hard-Way Ray had agreed to represent him. "The poor son of a bitch," he said. "Hes the last person youd figure to commit murder. Its not my kind of case at all, you know. Hes not poor, hes not black, and he hasnt tried to blow up the Empire State Building. "
"Hell ruin your image. "
"Right, hell unbesmirch it. You know, if it werent so clearly contrary to his own wishes, Id kind of like to try the case. I think I could get him off. "
"How, for Gods sake?"
"Oh, who knows? But you could start by putting the system on trial. Heres a poor mutt who works hard all his life, never saves a dime, and his company shows its gratitude by forcing him out. Then youve got his wifes death, years of pain and suffering, all of which cant help but impinge on his emotional state. Of course the first thing I do is get that confession ruled inadmissible. "
"Which one? After I got him on tape, he walked into the Sixth Precinct and told them the same story all over again. After theyd given him the Miranda warning. And they videotaped the whole thing, including Miranda. "
"Fruit of the poisoned tree. The first confession was improperly obtained-"
"The hell it was. "
"-so that makes all further confessions suspect. "
"That doesnt make any sense. "
"Well, probably not, but Id think of something. The point is thats not what he wants, but I think I can carry on enough when I sit down with the DAs guy to strike a pretty good deal for him. " He speculated some about that, and then said, "I wonder what happens to the money. "
"What money?"
"The hundred and fifty thousand. Integrity Life paid the claim, double indemnity and all, and the moneys sitting in Havemeyers savings account in Lakewood. He hasnt spent a penny of it. "
"I dont suppose he gets to use it to pay his attorney. "
"He doesnt get to do anything with it. You cant legally profit as the result of the commission of a crime. If Im convicted of killing you, I cant inherit your property or collect on your life insurance. Basic principle of law. "
"And a reasonable one, from the sound of it. "
"I dont think anybodys likely to argue the point, though its had a few unfortunate effects. There was that dame who killed the diet doctor a few years back. Her lawyer could have pleaded her guilty with extenuating circumstances, and just about got her off with time served and community service, but she had no money of her own and she stood to inherit under the terms of the docs will. But she had to be found not guilty for that to happen, so the lawyer gambled and lost, and his client wound up with long prison time. Now was his decision colored by the knowledge that she had to inherit for him to get paid? No, absolutely not, because we attorneys are never influenced by such considerations. "
"Thank God for that," I said.
"Havemeyers going to plead," he said, "so the moneys not going to be his. But what happens to it?"
"The insurance company gets it back. "
"The hell they do. They collected premiums all those years, they accepted the risk, and they owe the money. The full amount, too, because murder fits the definition of accidental death. Theyve got to pay it to somebody, but to whom?"
"To Byron Leopolds estate, I guess. Which means a couple of AIDS charities. "
"That would be true," he said, "if Leopold still owned the policy. In that case Havemeyer would be excluded as beneficiary and Leopolds estate would receive the funds. But Leopold transferred ownership of the policy for value received. Hes out of the picture. "
"What about Havemeyers heirs?"
"Uh-uh. Havemeyer never has title to the money. He cant pass on whats never been his in the first place. Never mind the fact that nobody can inherit anything from him while hes still alive. But that does bring up a question. Havemeyer owned the policy and named himself as beneficiary. But did he name a secondary beneficiary, in the event that he might predecease Leopold? He might not have bothered, figuring that if he died before Leopold did, the money payable to him on Leopolds death would simply be paid to his estate. "
"Havemeyers estate, you mean. "
"Right. In other words, why bother to designate a secondary beneficiary if the moneyll go to him anyway? There are reasons, as it happens. The money doesnt have to wait until the estate goes through probate. But he might not have been so advised, or he might not have bothered. But if he did, can the secondary beneficiary benefit?"
"Why not? He wouldnt be excluded because he wasnt a party to the murder. "
"Ah, but did Havemeyer enter into the viatical transaction with the prior intent of killing Leopold?"
"He says not. "
"Good for him, but how do we know one way or the other? And if he did, cant we argue that his criminous intent in fact nullifies the viatical transaction, thereby restoring ownership of the policy to Byron Leopold?"
"So the charities would get the money. "
"Would they? Were they his designated beneficiary before the viatical transaction?"
"Jesus," I said.
"I assume that was an interjection," he said, "and not the name of his beneficiary. "
"I know his beneficiary," I said. "She had to acknowledge that she knew shed been removed as beneficiary before the viatical transaction could go through. "
"Sure, thats standard. How do you happen to know her?"
"Shes a friend of mine, shes in the program. She got me started looking into his death in the first place. "
He laughed aloud. "What do you know about that? She didnt know it, but she was acting in her own self-interest. "
"You mean shes going to wind up with the money?"
"Shes got a damn good claim," he said. "If Havemeyer had it in mind to commit murder, as his subsequent actions would strongly imply, the viatical transaction can be declared null and, void. If its void, and policy ownership thereby returns to Leopold, and if she was his beneficiary until such time as he deleted her in order to proceed with the transaction, Id say shes effectively reinstated by the transactions nullification. Id certainly be happy to argue that point. Unless I was retained by the charities named in his will, in which case Id be every bit as happy to argue that his failing to make the woman his heir was evidence of intent to benefit them and not her, and…"
The rest was too legalistic and convoluted for me, but the gist of it was that Ginnie might ultimately come into $150,000. "Tell her to call me," he said. "I cant represent her, but Ill find her somebody who can. "
* * *
Ginnie was astonished, of course, and her first reaction was that she wasnt entitled to the money. Suppose she just let the charities have it? I pointed out that Byrons intent seemed clear to me, and that she could always ease her conscience down the line by giving part of the proceeds to the charities.
"Anyway," I said, "you earned it. If you hadnt got me started looking for Byrons killer, the money would never get out of Lakewood, Ohio. What Havemeyer didnt spend on pizza and tea bags hed leave to his relatives. "
"If anybody earned it," she said, "you did. Suppose we split it. "
"What, you and I?"
"You, me, and the charities. Three-way split. "
"Thats too much for me," I said, "and probably too much for the charities, but we can thrash that out later on. In the meantime, call the lawyer. "
* * *
I dont know if there was a connection, but the day after I had that conversation with Ginnie I went out and did my Christmas shopping. I didnt know that shed wind up with the insurance proceeds, nor could I presume on the basis of an impulsive remark of hers that shed share what she got with me. But the prospect of a windfall, however slender and remote, evidently succeeded in infusing me with the Christmas spirit. I didnt empty my pockets into the Salvation Army kettles, I didnt sashay down the street whistling "Away in the Manger," but I did somehow mana
ge to brave the crowds in the midtown stores and buy enough presents to cover all the bases.
A shop on Madison Avenue was the source of gifts for my sons, Mike and Andy, and Mikes wife, June, and I was able to arrange to have everything shipped-the briefcase and woven-leather handbag to Michael and June in San Jose, the binoculars to Andy in Missoula, Montana, where hed recently wound up after brief stints in Vancouver and Calgary.
I thought Id have trouble with Elaines present-I always do-but then I saw a pair of earrings in a shop window and knew instantly that theyd look great on her. Chunky little hearts in frosted glass, accented with deep blue stones. They were Lalique, the saleswoman informed me, and I nodded solemnly as if I knew what that meant. I gathered it was good.
The next morning, or the one after that, I went out after breakfast and read the paper across the street at the Morning Star. Then I walked on down to the main library at Fifth and Forty-second. I stayed there until I got hungry, had lunch on a bench in Bryant Park, eating quickly because it was a little too cold to sit there comfortably. When I was done I went back inside again and spent some more time looking things up and making notes.
Walking home, I stopped at a glitzy diner at Fifty-sixth and Sixth and had a cup of coffee and a piece of pie. I thought about what I knew, or thought I knew, and tried to figure out what I was going to do with it.
There was nothing about Will on the news that night, and nothing in the morning papers. Marty McGraws column was given over to his thoughts on the latest tussle between the citys mayor and the states junior senator. They were both Republicans, both Italian Americans, and they couldnt have had more contempt for each other if one were a Serb and the other a Croat.
I picked up the phone and called a few cops, including Harris Conley and Joe Durkin. Then I tried Marty McGraw, but I couldnt reach him and nobody knew where he was.
I had an idea where Id find him.
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"Well, look whos here," he said. "Im flattered all to hell and back, because unless you turned into a pervert or developed a taste for low company, you must have come here just to see me. "
"I figured there was a chance Id find you here. "
He tilted back his head, looked at me through half-lidded eyes. He had an empty shot glass and half a glass of beer in front of him, and I gathered it wasnt his first of the morning. But he looked and sounded entirely sober.
"You figured there was a chance youd find me here," he said. "Well, I always said you were a great detective, Mattie. Tomorrow youll show up with Judge Crater, and the day after that youll tell the world who really snatched the Lindbergh baby. You figure theres a connection?"
"Anythings possible. "
"Sure. Those could even be real. "
I looked where he was gesturing, and saw a waitress in the standard Bunnys Topless getup-high heels, mesh panty hose, scarlet hot pants with white cottontail, and nothing above the waist but the rabbit ears and too much eye makeup. Her face, for all the makeup, was impossibly young, and her breasts had the gravity-defying insouciance of silicon.