Double Take - Catherine Coulter [40]
“The investigators found the knife he’d used on the Pallacks in the basement. Their dried blood was on it—at least it was their blood type, no DNA then. Rumors began to churn that he’d killed some other people before the Pallacks, that he was a serial murderer, and they were just his latest victims.
“He went to trial and was found guilty despite all the big-bucks lawyers he hired for himself.”
Ruth said, “So Courtney James is still alive?”
Savich nodded. “He’s nearly eighty now, one of the grand old men of Attica. Since he’s got money, he spreads it around to his cellmates, for respect, for loyalty, for protection. No one gives him grief. He even gives the guards and their families Christmas presents.”
Ruth said, “How did his lawyers keep him from a death sentence?”
Savich said, “Back then there wasn’t a death penalty in New York, so he got two consecutive life sentences.”
Dix said, “You said the word got out that he killed other people in addition to the older Pallacks? What happened with that?”
“That was the scuttlebutt, but there were no specifics. Courtney James was tried only for the murder of the Pallacks, but you know what the jurors were thinking about whenever they looked at him.”
Ruth said, “Sounds to me like Thomas Pallack may have been the source of the scuttlebutt to make sure James would be found guilty.”
Dix said, “I think Pallack would make a great ambassador to France, don’t you?”
Ruth laughed. “Yeah. I’d like to find out what Thomas Pallack has to say to Mommy and Daddy every Wednesday and Saturday. ” She looked over at Dix, saw the sudden draw of pain in his eyes, and knew he was thinking about Christie. She jumped to her feet and headed to the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “Tea for you, Dillon, and bottled water for the rest of us, okay?”
She was carefully measuring some of Savich’s special black tea into an old Georgian pot, pouring the boiling water over the tea leaves, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“You’re doing good, kiddo. I know this is hard. Be patient, we’ll resolve everything, and then you and Dix can get on with your lives.”
Without a word, Ruth turned and buried her face against Savich’s shoulder, but she didn’t weep. She wasn’t about to let tears break through the floodgates. She was afraid they’d never stop, and that was the last thing Dix needed. Savich held her until she was together again.
He pressed her back. “You look beautiful, and my tea’s nicely steeped. Let’s talk about Atlanta, okay?”
Ruth and Savich had no sooner handed out the drinks when the front door burst open and three kids came tearing in, two of them reeking of teenage testosterone and a sugar high, Sean so excited he was bouncing up and down. Lily and Simon followed behind them, smiling and exhausted.
Savich sent a thank-you to his sister and her husband.
Rob said, “Hey, Dad, Fatal Vengeance II—we had to cover Sean’s eyes a couple of times, but it was cool.”
Rafe said, “Well, not enough blood and guts, but it still wasn’t too bad.”
“Mama, the popcorn was great and I told the hero just how to cut the bad guys down.”
“It was a bad girl, Sean,” Rob said. “She was gorgeous but bad to the bone, Dad. She was tough, moved real cool, you know? Just like Ruth.”
When the boys finished their blow-by-blow, Sean said with great relish, “Then she got her head blowed off.”
Ruth said, “Fourteen large popcorns, Lily?”
“Maybe twenty,” Simon said, laughing. “Don’t worry, the movie was more action-adventure, not all that much gore.”
“Yeah, kind of tame,” Rob said and headed toward the bowl of popcorn on the table in front of his father.
Before Dix and Ruth and the boys headed out, Savich said to him, “I’ll e-mail you everything I’ve got. Then you and