interesting to probe.
“They hung around, that’s all.”
“Hung around?” Gianelli said, still probing.
“They never came inside. I didn’t see them up close ’til . . .” Marcy let her voice trail off, then she went on, and Vicky could sense the effort she was making. “I heard them arguing outdoors,” she said. “After they left, I asked Ned who they were, and he told me not to worry, it didn’t have anything to do with me. Just something between him and some guys on the rez.”
“Any other time that you saw them?” Gianelli said. He had pulled a notepad out from under some papers and was jotting something down.
“Three, four times,” Marcy said.
Gianelli let the pen drop on top of the pad. “You’ve been on the reservation for two weeks, isn’t that what you said? You’re telling me you saw them three or four times in the last two weeks?”
Marcy shook her head. “I never said that. Only the one time last week. The other times were in Jackson.”
“Let me get this straight,” Gianelli said. “You saw Hawk and Lookingglass in the Jackson Hole area?”
“And that girl.”
Vicky shifted sideways. “We have to talk before you say anything else,” she said.
“No,” Marcy said.“I want to tell what I saw. Roseanne Birdwoman was with them in Jackson, and she came to the house with them that one time.” She leaned forward and grabbed on to the edge of the desk. “You should arrest her, too. Maybe she was waiting for them outside when they killed Ned. She could’ve been in the truck.”
“Did you see the truck they were driving?”
“White Ford. I looked out the window when I heard ’em drive up the night they killed Ned. I remember shouting, ‘Ned, those freaky guys are here again.’ Then they burst through the door.”
“Let’s get back to Jackson Hole,” Gianelli said. “Where did you see them?”
“At my condo in town. They stayed outside and talked real loud. I was watching out the window. They were real mad about something. They took some cartons out of Ned’s van.”
“What are we talking about?” Gianelli said. “Drugs?”
Vicky was on her feet. “Okay, this interview is over,” she said. “My client has positively identified Dwayne Hawk and Lionel Lookingglass as the men who came to Ned’s house last night, assaulted her, and shot Ned. There’s nothing else she has to say.”
“This goes to motivation, Vicky,” Gianelli said, standing up. “Why did they contact Ned Windsong? What were they involved with?”
“You’ll have to ask them.” Vicky leaned over and tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Let’s go,” she said.
It was a moment before the girl started to unfold herself from the chair. Vicky placed an arm around her shoulders and led her across the office, back down the corridor, and out the door. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as they retraced their steps down to the sidewalk.
THERE WAS NO one in the office. The surface of Annie’s desk was cleared, the chair pushed in, the computer turned off. Annie and Roger had both left early. “This will take a few minutes,” Vicky said, ushering the girl into her private office.
Marcy dropped into a side chair. “You’re mad at me,” she said, and for a moment, Vicky thought she might burst into tears.
“I’m not mad at you, but if I’m going to represent you, you’ll have to trust me,” Vicky said, walking around the desk to her own chair. “Tell me everything you know about Dwayne Hawk and Lionel Lookingglass and Roseanne Birdwoman. There can’t be any secrets between us, because if there are, I can’t help you.”
“I don’t understand,” the girl said. “I was telling the truth.”
“Okay, okay.” Vicky waved a hand between them. “You didn’t mention them to me.”
“I already told you. I didn’t think about them until I saw the photos. Then I knew who they were, and I remembered that Roseanne was with them. Ned said she wouldn’t leave him
“They hung around, that’s all.”
“Hung around?” Gianelli said, still probing.
“They never came inside. I didn’t see them up close ’til . . .” Marcy let her voice trail off, then she went on, and Vicky could sense the effort she was making. “I heard them arguing outdoors,” she said. “After they left, I asked Ned who they were, and he told me not to worry, it didn’t have anything to do with me. Just something between him and some guys on the rez.”
“Any other time that you saw them?” Gianelli said. He had pulled a notepad out from under some papers and was jotting something down.
“Three, four times,” Marcy said.
Gianelli let the pen drop on top of the pad. “You’ve been on the reservation for two weeks, isn’t that what you said? You’re telling me you saw them three or four times in the last two weeks?”
Marcy shook her head. “I never said that. Only the one time last week. The other times were in Jackson.”
“Let me get this straight,” Gianelli said. “You saw Hawk and Lookingglass in the Jackson Hole area?”
“And that girl.”
Vicky shifted sideways. “We have to talk before you say anything else,” she said.
“No,” Marcy said.“I want to tell what I saw. Roseanne Birdwoman was with them in Jackson, and she came to the house with them that one time.” She leaned forward and grabbed on to the edge of the desk. “You should arrest her, too. Maybe she was waiting for them outside when they killed Ned. She could’ve been in the truck.”
“Did you see the truck they were driving?”
“White Ford. I looked out the window when I heard ’em drive up the night they killed Ned. I remember shouting, ‘Ned, those freaky guys are here again.’ Then they burst through the door.”
“Let’s get back to Jackson Hole,” Gianelli said. “Where did you see them?”
“At my condo in town. They stayed outside and talked real loud. I was watching out the window. They were real mad about something. They took some cartons out of Ned’s van.”
“What are we talking about?” Gianelli said. “Drugs?”
Vicky was on her feet. “Okay, this interview is over,” she said. “My client has positively identified Dwayne Hawk and Lionel Lookingglass as the men who came to Ned’s house last night, assaulted her, and shot Ned. There’s nothing else she has to say.”
“This goes to motivation, Vicky,” Gianelli said, standing up. “Why did they contact Ned Windsong? What were they involved with?”
“You’ll have to ask them.” Vicky leaned over and tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Let’s go,” she said.
It was a moment before the girl started to unfold herself from the chair. Vicky placed an arm around her shoulders and led her across the office, back down the corridor, and out the door. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as they retraced their steps down to the sidewalk.
THERE WAS NO one in the office. The surface of Annie’s desk was cleared, the chair pushed in, the computer turned off. Annie and Roger had both left early. “This will take a few minutes,” Vicky said, ushering the girl into her private office.
Marcy dropped into a side chair. “You’re mad at me,” she said, and for a moment, Vicky thought she might burst into tears.
“I’m not mad at you, but if I’m going to represent you, you’ll have to trust me,” Vicky said, walking around the desk to her own chair. “Tell me everything you know about Dwayne Hawk and Lionel Lookingglass and Roseanne Birdwoman. There can’t be any secrets between us, because if there are, I can’t help you.”
“I don’t understand,” the girl said. “I was telling the truth.”
“Okay, okay.” Vicky waved a hand between them. “You didn’t mention them to me.”
“I already told you. I didn’t think about them until I saw the photos. Then I knew who they were, and I remembered that Roseanne was with them. Ned said she wouldn’t leave him
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