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thinking about retrying you. It’s been pointed out to me that the evidence withheld from the defense wasn’t necessarily inconsistent with guilt. I think a lot of judges would have denied Teddy’s petition on that basis.”
    I tried to explain it as succinctly as I could. “All the evidence shows is that Caroline was with another man before her death. It doesn’t show that this other man killed her. In fact, some people might think that it supplies the missing link of motive. You come home in the middle of the day, find her in bed with another man, and in a jealous rage beat her to death.”
    â€œWe got lucky, is what you’re saying. Unbelievable.”
    â€œThere’s also the possibility of an appeal by the state. The court of appeals might look at this one and shrug. Harmless error is what they call it when they think you might be guilty anyway. If the judge denies bail, you might find yourself stuck in here longer than you think. It’s a dirty bargain, making you plead guilty to a crime you didn’t commit, but you’ve got to remember that this mess could drag on for years.”
    â€œI’m not pleading guilty to anything. They don’t even have probable cause.”
    â€œThen we’ve got to be ready to bring a bail motion at your hearing. Teddy can handle it. Or I can, if you want.”
    Teddy stirred in his chair, glanced at me. We hadn’t talked about this part. He was still technically the lead attorney on my father’s case, but he hadn’t made a court appearance since before the shooting, and a first-degree murder case wasn’t exactly the place to start.
    My father spoke carefully. “Teddy hasn’t been in front of a judge in over five years.”
    I didn’t say anything. But the expression on my face was enough.
    â€œOh, shit, kid. Now you’re going to make me cry. I feel rotten about it. I really do. But it’s my life here. Teddy did his job, now it’s time for you to come in and do what you do.”
    â€œYou’re the alpha dog, now,” Teddy said. “No point beating round the bush.”
    â€œIt’s not a good thing or a bad thing,” Lawrence continued. “It’s just a fact.”
    I nodded. “Okay, I’ll do the hearing. There’s no conflict with that, but you’ll need to find another attorney for the long haul if they don’t drop the case. There isn’t a better public defender’s office in the country than San Francisco’s.”
    My father nodded. It was settled, then. “What are my chances of making bail?” he wanted to know. “It’s not one of the legal issues I’ve kept up on. It’s not really a factor in my client group.”
    â€œDecent,” I said. “Let me ask you this. If you do get out, what are your plans?”
    â€œNo such thing as plans in here. Once you start making any, you’re finished for life inside.” He sat back and sighed heavily. “I wouldn’t impose on you, if that’s what you’re asking.”
    â€œI talked to Dot.”
    He seemed suddenly to become still. “And?”
    â€œYou told me you were going to give her the news, but she had to hear it from me. You can imagine how that made her feel.”
    â€œI couldn’t do it,” he said woefully. “Every day, I meant to call her, believe me.”
    He seemed truly ashamed, but also helpless and paralyzed by the new possibilities life had opened before him.
    I looked at him with pity and frustration. “What’s wrong with you? She’s clearly devoted to you, and for someone as independent as she seems, that’s saying a lot. What’s she do?”
    â€œTrauma nurse. She doesn’t like to talk about her work.”
    â€œSo you’re going to act like you don’t believe she’ll honor your engagement if and when you get out? What’s that say about your respect for