“I’ve never feared change, Jack. I see it as an opportunity.” She got up. “I’m out of here. When does the kangaroo court resume?”

Jack looked at his watch. “Nine minutes. Nina-”

“What?”

“Relax a little with the constant pen and paper, okay? It makes the judge nervous. And you might want to slap a little lipstick on or powder your nose or something. Look like a winner. You look too worried.”

Wanting to fume in private, Nina went down a floor, an old trick of hers when she wanted to be alone, and paced around in that hallway. Nine minutes passed, then they returned to their tables in the ice-cold court.

Judge Brock entered and they all stood and sat down again in a clumsy shared motion. The clerk detached, plugging her headphones into some distant place like Mars, her eyes looking somewhere into the middle distance of the room where there was nothing but dead air to view. Officer Scholl was advised that she was still under oath.

“Good morning, Officer,” Jack said, receiving a curt nod in return.

“So you already knew Ms. Reilly from traffic court?”

“Yes.”

“You hand out the traffic citations, she fights them?”

“That’s about it.”

“How many times have you come up against Ms. Reilly?”

“Oh, five or six.”

“And every single time, she beat your ticket, didn’t she?”

“Objection,” said Nolan.

“Goes to bias.”

“Overruled.”

“She beat you, didn’t she?” Jack said with a little smile.

“I can’t remember every case.”

“Do you need me to refresh your recollection by having you go through this stack of records here and then putting in evidence each of the instances?”

“She got her client off on the tickets each time.”

“You say she resorted to trickery. What tricks did she pull?”

“She took advantage of the situation. She attacked the calibration of the radar gun. She continued cases until I or the other officers had a conflict and couldn’t make it to the court appearance, and got a dismissal that way. She knew we couldn’t remember every detail of a traffic stop from months before. She made one little inconsistency look like we were lying.”

“‘We were lying’? Wasn’t it just you up there?”

“She made it look like I was lying, which I wasn’t.”

“So you were humiliated by her tactics?”

Scholl flushed. “I take personal pride in my work.”

“She blighted your otherwise good record?”

“My record is otherwise very good.”

“Did the issue of your frequent losses in court on cases against defendants of Ms. Reilly come up during discussions with your superior officer about an upcoming promotion to the Detective Unit?”

Scholl paused and thought before she spoke. “Yes.”

“Did you get the promotion?”

“No.”

“Do you attribute your failure to be promoted to Ms. Reilly?”

“I can only say the citations were good, and I was accused of lying on the stand, and the judge dismissed the citations. And this was a factor.”

“Did she ever get sanctioned by a court for her tactics?”

“I wouldn’t know about that.”

“Did she ever get found in contempt?”

“I have no way of knowing.”

“So she attacked the prosecution’s case and got her clients off on the tickets,” Jack mused as if to himself. “Guess that didn’t make her too popular with law enforcement up at Tahoe.”

“Exactly. She could not be trusted.”

“It sure didn’t make her very popular with you, did it?”

“I-I didn’t like her tactics.”

“You didn’t like her success, you mean. How do you like criminal-defense attorneys in general, from your viewpoint in law enforcement?”

“They are a necessary ev-they are part of the system.”

Smiling, Jack said, “They could all get shipped off to Timbuktu and you wouldn’t miss ’em, would you?”

“Not really.”

“I appreciate your forthrightness,” Jack said. He had a rhythm going, Nina thought. He wasn’t half bad. A small relief released some of the built-up pressure in her chest.

“Now, you mentioned that it didn’t help your investigation that Ms. Reilly wouldn’t tell you her clients’ names.”

“I felt she was not cooperating with the investigation.”

“Ever heard of Rule 1.6 (a)?”

“I’m not a lawyer.”

“Indeed you aren’t. Let me put it this way. Did you know that there is a rule of practice for attorneys that prohibits them from revealing any information relating to the representation of a client unless the client consents after consultation?”

“Not even the name?”

“Not even the name.”

“No. I didn’t know that.”

“And Ms. Reilly did give you the names as soon as she had talked to her clients?”

“Yes, but without knowing more about what was in the files we couldn’t tell if the theft might be related to one of the clients.”

“What about the attorney-client privilege? Ever heard of that?”

“Yes, but I’m not a lawyer. Like I said.”

“But it caused you trouble, Ms. Reilly fulfilling her duties as a lawyer?”

“I’m just saying-”

“Did she do anything besides protect the confidentiality of the files that caused you a problem?”

Officer Scholl thought that through. “I felt she was defensive about her relationship with Nicole Zack. I felt that individual was a suspect.”

“Didn’t you tell her Ms. Zack was bad news, in so many words?”

“It’s the truth.”

“And she defended Ms. Zack to you?”

“She wouldn’t hear a word against her.”

“Let me ask you this. Did you at any time in your investigation develop a shred of evidence, a scintilla of evidence, that Ms. Zack had anything to do with this theft?”

“No. But I still-”

“Now then. You testified that Ms. Reilly is a touchy-feely type who has gone so far as to hug a client in your presence?”

“That’s correct.”

“In what circumstances did she do this?”

“Well, the jury came in.”

“With a verdict?”

“Yes.”

“An acquittal?”

“Yes.”

“And they hugged each other?”

“That’s right.”

“Do you believe that hugging a client after an acquittal leads to moral turpitude, oh, for example, sleeping with her male clients?”

“Objection! There’s so much wrong with that question I don’t know where to start,” Nolan said, on her feet.

“Why, Counsel, isn’t that exactly what you were trying to imply?” Jack said innocently.

“Rephrase it, Counsel,” Judge Brock said, amusement twitching the corners of his mouth.

“Well, you know that Ms. Reilly is accused of sleeping with one of South Lake Tahoe’s finest, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think she gets too intimate with her clients?”

“She befriends them. She hugs them.”

“Shocking, isn’t it.”

“Counsel, let’s move on,” Brock said.

“Just one last thing. When you found Ms. Reilly’s vehicle, it was full of papers and used coffee cups?”

“It was pretty trashed.”

“Do you attribute that to Ms. Reilly’s generally being a trashy person?”

“What kind of question is that?” Nolan said. “I object. Counsel is making fun of the witness.”

“She’s calling my client trashy, Your Honor.”

“Move on.”

“Was the truck locked when it was found?”

“No.”

“Anyone could have had a few Gatorades and left them in the back. The thief could have gotten thirsty while riding around in the stolen vehicle, isn’t that correct?”

“Correct or incorrect, it’s irrelevant and it’s frivolous,” Nolan said.

“Anyone could have left that trash,” Jack said. “I feel it’s a relevant point.”

“Objection sustained,” the judge said.

“Did you have the Gatorade bottles tested for DNA? Trashy people drink out of the bottle, you know.”

“We don’t have the resources to go that far for a simple auto theft.”

“How about the coffee cup?”

“It looked like it had been there a long time.”

“You assumed it was Ms. Reilly’s cup?”

“Well, it seemed to be.”