Iâm sure there were days . . .â Gina Roake shook her head.
âEven so.â Torrey spread his hands wide as if to tell her thatâs what he meantâit could look very bad for Abby Oberlin. He let a silence gather and then sighed heavily, a brief wash of compassion coming to his face. âMs. Roake. Gina. Did I not ask you to come and see me as a courtesy?â
She nodded.
âWhy do you think that is?â He patted the folder again. âWhen, based on the accusations your clientâs brother has brought against her, I would have been justified sending out some officers to place her under arrest?â
âUnder arrest?â
âThatâs right. Her name in the paper with the whole story, everything Jim has accused her of.â
âNo, you canât do that. Itâs not . . .â Visibly, she brought herself under control. When she spoke after half a minute, her voice was calm, reasonable. âJim just wants money, Mr. Torrey. He has no career. Heâll never hold a job. Thatâs just who he is. Heâs desperate. Abby didnât do anything he says.â
Torrey crossed his hands on the Desk, reapplied the stern visage. âYou didnât answer my question.â
She wrung her hands. âIâm sorry. What was it again?â
âWhy do you think I asked you down here today?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, Iâll tell you.â The tone softened again. âIâve prosecuted more cases like this than Iâd care to tell you about, and Iâve developed a good sense, a very good sense if I may say so, of how these things play out. In this case, there was verifiable physical trauma to Abbyâs mother. A finder of fact will conclude that there are grounds for a hearing, and after that in all likelihood a full-fledged trial. You know this. Your client probably will be arrestedââhe held up a hand, stopping her protestââalthough bail will be reasonable. Sheâll spend, if sheâs lucky, about half a million dollars in attorneyâsfees, experts, investigation, which is good news for you, except that she wonât be able to take any of it out of the estate while itâs being contested. The process will take a minimum of two or three years out of your clientâs life and after all that, even if we donât prove she did anything sheâs charged with, some civil jury might give her brother all the money on the theory that definitely he did no harm and your client might have.â
Gina had all but collapsed back into the soft leather of the couch. âSo what do you suggest?â she asked helplessly, talking all but to herself.
He leaned forward, suddenly friend and perhaps savior. âThe truth is that I believe you. Jim doesnât care what happened to his mother, beyond that she is dead.â
âThatâs what Iâve beenââ
âBut thatâs not saying he wonât let all of this . . . unpleasantness . . . proceed. From where I sit, itâs a no-lose situation for him, and itâs no-win for your client.â
She came forward on the sofa. âSheâs not going to give him any of the money, Mr. Torrey. He doesnât deserve it. Heâs an evil man, and this is wrong.â
The chief assistant nodded in agreement. âNevertheless, if this prosecution moves forward, the next time I see you, we wonât be talking like this.â He leveled his gaze at her. âTell your client that although itâs a repugnant solution, if you throw a bone to her brother, I believe you could settle his civil claim. And if heâs satisfied, I donât think weâd see any need to file a criminal case. If I were her, from a purely self-protective, even selfish motive, Iâd think about that.â
âBut itâs so wrong . . .â
Torrey couldnât argue the point and