mention that.
âItâs a fact, though, that Charlie could have told you a few things you wanted to know, isnât it? About the Stone trial?â
Parma didnât like the question. âItâs true that I had a few questions about that trial I could have asked Charlie,â he admitted.
âIn fact, you believed Charlie took a dive on that case. And you wanted to know who got to him.â
Parma smiled, his boyish face taking on a paternal look. âCassandra, you must go to a lot of movies. Itâs true Iâve always wondered if Charlie hadnât been a less enthusiastic witness than I wanted him to be, but I certainly wouldnât allege publicly that he âtook a dive,â as you put it.â
âMaybe not publicly. How about privately?â
âI think my private thoughts will stay private,â he said coldly. âAnd now if thereâs nothing else.â¦â
âThere is.â I was crisp and to the point. If he didnât want to air his opinions, fine, but I still wanted the answers to some questions. âIâm interested in the type of security arrangements Blackwell was held under eight years ago.â
Parma sighed. âCassandra, all this was a long time ago, and I frankly havenât got the time to spend on it. However, I donât wish to appear unhelpful, so Iâll let you talk to one of my assistants. Mr. Chessler will be able to answer any questions.â He looked at his watch. âIâm late for an appointment, so if youâll excuse me.â He stood up, called his secretary and walked me out of the room. We shook hands again, and I thanked him with as much graciousness as I could muster.
The red-haired secretary led me to another, smaller office down the hall. I wondered if the assistant would be programmed to give me a different version of the bumâs rush Iâd just gotten from the boss.
This time there was only one window, facing the Hudson River and New Jersey. From here, even New Jersey looked good.
The man behind the desk was about thirty-two, with thinning blond hair and mild blue eyes behind slightly tinted aviator glasses. Heâd taken off the jacket from his three-piece suit, leaving a gray, pin-striped vest and pants, a pink shirt, and a tie of light blue, silver, and pink paisley. Very preppy-looking. He probably had little alligators on his underwear.
He stood up, offered his hand, and said, âIâm Dave Chessler.â I shook his hand. They were big on shaking hands in this place. Maybe I should have worn white gloves. He motioned me to a guest chair in front of his desk, which was neither as large nor as tidy as Parmaâs.
âWould you like some coffee?â he asked. I nodded. Coffee would be nice, and besides, he couldnât throw me out as quickly as Parma had if I were drinking his coffee.
He called for a secretary to get us coffee. Iâd expected the usual office instant with powdered creamer, so I was pleasantly surprised to taste a rich dark blend with a hint of French roast. Real half and half. In china mugs, not styrofoam. I decided I approved of Chessler.
When weâd both sipped our coffee, he set his mug on the desk, leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. Itâs a common enough gesture, but it brought Nathan back so sharply that tears came into my eyes. Angrily, I brushed them away, hoping Chessler hadnât noticed.
He had. âWhatâs the matter?â he asked, in a voice that was light and pleasant. Altogether he wasnât the kind of man Iâd expected to find among Del Parmaâs scalp-hunters.
âNothing. You just reminded me of someone.â I quickly turned businesslike. âMr. Parma said you might be able to help me. I need some information about the Burton Stone trial. Specifically about Charlie Blackwell. He wasââ
âOh, I know who Charlie is. Or was. Of course, that trial was before my
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