It was an opening I was waiting for.

"A big ocean, Detective? Are you suggesting that Mr. Elliot had a boat and dumped the gun out in the middle of the Pacific?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then, like what?"

"I am just saying the gun could have ended up in the water and the currents took it away before our divers got out there."

"It could have could have ended up out there? You want to take Mr. Elliot's life and livelihood away from him on a ' ended up out there? You want to take Mr. Elliot's life and livelihood away from him on a 'could have,' Detective Kinder?"

"No, that's not what I am saying."

"What you are saying is that you don't have a gun, you can't connect a gun to Mr. Elliot, but you have never wavered in believing he is your man, correct?"

"We had a gunshot residue examination that came back positive. In my mind that connected Mr. Elliot to a gun."

"What gun was that?"

"We don't have it."

" Uh-huh, and can you sit there and say to a scientific certainty that Mr. Elliot fired a gun on the day his wife and Johan Rilz were murdered?"

"Well, not to a scientific certainty, but the test-"

"Thank you, Detective Kinder. I think that answers the question. Let's move on."

I flipped the page on my notepad and studied the next set of questions I had written the night before.

"Detective Kinder, in the course of your investigation, did you determine when Johan Rilz and Mitzi Elliot became acquainted?"

"I determined that she hired him for his interior decorating services in the fall of two thousand five. If she was acquainted with him before that, I do not know."

"And when did they become lovers?"

"That was impossible for us to determine. I do know that Mr. Rilz's appointment book showed regular appointments with Mrs. Elliot at one home or the other. The frequency increased about six months before her death."

"Was he paid for each one of those appointments?"

"Mr. Rilz kept very incomplete books. It was hard to determine if he was paid for specific appointments. But in general, the payments to Mr. Rilz from Mrs. Elliot increased when the frequency of the appointments increased."

I nodded like this answer fit with a larger picture I was seeing.

"Okay, and you have also testified that you learned that the murders occurred just thirty-two days after the prenuptial agreement between Walter and Mitzi Elliot vested, thereby giving Mrs. Elliot a full shot at the couple's financial holdings in the event of a divorce."

"That's right."

"And that is your motive for these killings."

"In part, yes. I call it an aggravating factor."

"Do you see any inconsistency in your theory of the crime, Detective Kinder?"

"No, I do not."

"Was it not obvious to you from the financial records and the appointment frequency that there was some sort of romantic or at least a s.e.xual relationship going on between Mr. Rilz and Mrs. Elliot?"

"I wouldn't say it was obvious."

"You wouldn't?"

I said it with surprise. I had him in a little corner. If he said the affair was obvious, he would be giving me the answer he knew I wanted. If he said it was not obvious, then he came off as a fool because everyone else in the courtroom thought it was obvious.

"In retrospect it might look obvious but at the time I think it was hidden."

"Then how did Walter Elliot find out about it?"

"I don't know."

"Doesn't the fact that you were unable to find a murder weapon indicate that Walter Elliot planned these murders?"

"Not necessarily."

"Then it's easy to hide a weapon from the entire Sheriff's Department?"

"No, but like I told you, it could have simply been thrown into the ocean off the back deck and the currents took over from there. That wouldn't take a lot of planning."

Kinder knew what I wanted and where I was trying to go. I couldn't get him there so I decided to use a shove.

"Detective, didn't it ever occur to you that if Walter Elliot knew about his wife's affair, it would have made better sense just to divorce her before the prenuptial agreement vested?"

"There was no indication of when he learned of the affair. And your question does not take into account things like emotions and rage. It was possible that the money had nothing to do with it as a motivating factor. It could have just been betrayal and rage, pure and simple."

I hadn't gotten what I wanted. I was annoyed with myself and chalked it up to rust. I was prepared for the cross but it was the first time I had gone head-to-head with a seasoned and cagey witness in a year. I decided to back off here and to hit Kinder with the punch he wouldn't see coming.

Forty-five

I asked the judge for a moment and then went to the defense table. I bent down to my client's ear. asked the judge for a moment and then went to the defense table. I bent down to my client's ear.

"Just nod like I am telling you something really important," I whispered.

Elliot did as instructed and then I picked up a file and went back to the lectern. I opened the file and then looked at the witness stand.

"Detective Kinder, at what point in your investigation did you determine that Johan Rilz was the primary target of this double murder?"

Kinder opened his mouth to respond immediately, then closed it and sat back and thought for a moment. It was just the kind of body language I was hoping the jury would pick up on.

"At no point did I ever determine that," Kinder finally responded.

"At no point was Johan Rilz front and center in your investigation?"

"Well, he was the victim of a homicide. That made him front and center the whole time in my book."

Kinder seemed pretty proud of that answer but I didn't give him much time to savor it.

"Then his being front and center explains why you went to Germany to investigate his background, correct?"

"I did not go to Germany."

"What about France? His pa.s.sport indicates he lived there before coming to the United States."

"I didn't go there."

"Then, who on your team did?"

"No one. We didn't believe it was necessary."

"Why wasn't it necessary?"

"We had asked Interpol for a background check on Johan Rilz and it came back clean."

"What is Interpol?"

"It stands for International Criminal Police Organization. It's an organization that links the police in more than a hundred countries and facilitates cross-border cooperation. It has several offices throughout Europe and enjoys total access and cooperation from its host countries."

"That's nice but it means you didn't go directly to the police in Berlin, where Rilz was from?"

"No, we did not."

"Did you directly check with police in Paris, where Rilz lived five years ago?"

"No, we relied on our Interpol contacts for background on Mr. Rilz."

"The Interpol background pretty much was a check of a criminal arrest record, correct?"

"That was included, yes."

"What else was included?"

"I'm not sure what else. I don't work for Interpol."

"If Mr. Rilz had worked for the police in Paris as a confidential informant on a drug case, would Interpol have given you this information?"

Kinder's eyes widened for a split second before he answered. It was clear he wasn't expecting the question, but I couldn't get a read on whether he knew where I was heading or if it was all new to him.

"I don't know whether they would have given us that information or not."

"Law enforcement agencies usually don't give out the names of their confidential informants w.i.l.l.y-nilly, do they?"

"No, they don't."

"Why is that?"

"Because it might put the informants in danger."

"So being an informant in a criminal case can be dangerous?"

"On occasion, yes."

"Detective, have you ever investigated the murder of a confidential informant?"

Golantz stood up before Kinder could answer and asked the judge for a sidebar conference. The judge signaled us up. I grabbed the file off the lectern and followed Golantz up. The court reporter moved next to the bench with her steno machine. The judge rolled his chair over and we huddled.

"Mr. Golantz?" the judge prompted.

"Judge, I would like to know where this is going, because I'm feeling like I'm being sandbagged here. There has been nothing in any of the defense's discovery that even hints at what Mr. Haller is asking the witness about."

The judge swiveled in his chair and looked at me.

"Mr. Haller?"

"Judge, if anybody is being sandbagged, it's my client. This was a sloppy investigation that-"

"Save it for the jury, Mr. Haller. Whaddaya got?"

I opened the file and put a computer printout down in front of the judge, which positioned it upside down to Golantz.

"What I've got is a story that ran in Le Parisien Le Parisien four and a half years ago. It names Johan Rilz as a witness for the prosecution in a major drug case. He was used by the Direction de la Police Judiciaire to make buys and get inside knowledge of the drug ring. He was a CI, Your Honor, and these guys over here never even looked at him. It was tunnel vision from the-" four and a half years ago. It names Johan Rilz as a witness for the prosecution in a major drug case. He was used by the Direction de la Police Judiciaire to make buys and get inside knowledge of the drug ring. He was a CI, Your Honor, and these guys over here never even looked at him. It was tunnel vision from the-"

"Mr. Haller, again, save your argument for the jury. This printout is in French. Do you have the translation?"

"Sorry, Your Honor."

I took the second of three sheets out of the file and put it down on top of the first, again in the direction of the judge. Golantz was twisting his head awkwardly as he tried to read it.

"How do we know this is the same Johan Rilz?" Golantz said. "It's a common name over there."

"Maybe in Germany, but not in France."

"So how do we know it's him?" the judge asked this time. "This is a translated newspaper article. This isn't any kind of official doc.u.ment."