The Final Detail
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no sense. First off, why would Esperanza kill Clu? What's her motive?"
"The DA seems to think she killed him for the money."
"Right. And I think it's fair to say we both know better."
Win paused, nodded. "Esperanza would not kill for money, no."
"So we have no motive."
Win frowned. "I'd say that conclusion is at best premature."
"Okay, but now let's look at the evidence. The gun, for example."
"Go on," Win said.
"Think this through for a second. Esperanza has a major altercation with Clu in front of witnesses, right?"
"Yes."
Myron held up a finger. "One, would Esperanza be dumb enough to kill Clu so soon after a public fight?"
"Fair point," Win conceded. "But perhaps the battle in the garage just raised the stakes. Perhaps after that Esperanza realized that Clu was out of control."
"Fine, let's say that Esperanza was still dumb enough to kill him after the fight, She'd have to know she'd be a suspect, right? I mean, there were witnesses."
Win nodded slowly. "I'll go with that."
"So why was the murder weapon in the office? Esperanza isn't that stupid. She's worked with us before. She knows the ins and out. Hell, anybody with a television set would have known you're supposed to dump the gun."
Win hesitated. "I see what you're saying."
"So the gun had to be planted. And if the gun was planted, then it follows that the blood and the fibers were planted too."
"Logical." Win doing his best Mr. Spock. The Bat-phone rang again. Win picked up the receiver and dispatched the matter in seconds. They went back to thinking.
"On the other hand," Win said, "I have never encountered a perfectly logical murder."
"What do you mean?"
"Reality is messy and full of contradictions. Take the OJ. case."
"The what?"
"The O.J. case," Win repeated. "If all that blood was spilled and the Juice was drenched in it, why was so little found?"
"He changed clothes."
"So? Even if he did, you'd expect to find more than a few dashboard splatters, wouldn't you? If the Juice drove home and showered, why was no blood found on the tiles or in the pipes or what have you?"
"So you think O.J. was innocent?"
Win frowned again. "You are missing my point."
"Which is?"
"Murder investigations never make complete sense. There are always rips in the fabric of logic. Unexplainable flaws. Perhaps Esperanza made a mistake. Perhaps she did not believe the police would suspect her. Perhaps she thought the weapon would be safer in the office than, say, her house."
"She didn't kill him, Win."
Win spread his hands. "Who amongst us is incapable -given the right circumstances-of murder?"
Heavy silence.
Myron swallowed hard. "For the sake of argument, let's assume the weapon was planted."
Win nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on Myron's.
"The question is, who set her up?"
"And why," Win added.
"So we need to make a list of her enemies," Myron said.
"And ours."
"What?"
"This murder charge is seriously wounding both of us," Win said. "We thus have to look at several possibilities."
"For example?"
"First," Win said, "we may be reading too much into the frame-up."
"How so?"
"This may not be a personal vendetta at all. Perhaps the murderer heard about the garage altercation and concluded that Esperanza would make a convenient patsy."
"So then this is all just a way of deflecting attention from the real killer? Nothing personal?"
"It's a possibility," Win said. "No more or less."
"Okay," Myron agreed, "what else?"
"The murderer wants to do Esperanza great harm."
"The obvious choice."
"For whatever that's worth, yes," Win said. "And possibility number three: The murderer wants to do one of us great harm."
"Or," Myron said, "our businesses."
"Yes."
Something like a giant cartoon anvil landed on Myron's head. "Someone like FJ."
Win merely smiled.
"And," Myron went on, "if Clu was doing something illicit, something that needed large amounts of cash-"
"Then FJ and his family would be a prime possible recipient," Win finished for him. "And of course, if we forget the money for a moment, FJ would relish any opportunity to crush you. What better way than decimating your business and incarcerating your best friend?"
"Two birds, one stone."
"Precisely."
Myron sat back, suddenly exhausted. "I don't relish the idea of tangling with the Aches."
"Neither do I," Win said.
"You? Before, you wanted to kill FJ."
"That's just my point. I can't anymore. If young FJ is behind this, we have to keep him alive in order to prove it. Trapping vermin is chancy. Simple extermination is the preferred course of action."
"So we've now eliminated your favorite option."
Win nodded. "Sad, no?"
"Tragic."
"But it gets worse, old friend."
"How's that?"
"Innocent or guilty," Win said, "Esperanza is concealing something from us."
Silence.
"We have no choice," Win said.
"The DA seems to think she killed him for the money."
"Right. And I think it's fair to say we both know better."
Win paused, nodded. "Esperanza would not kill for money, no."
"So we have no motive."
Win frowned. "I'd say that conclusion is at best premature."
"Okay, but now let's look at the evidence. The gun, for example."
"Go on," Win said.
"Think this through for a second. Esperanza has a major altercation with Clu in front of witnesses, right?"
"Yes."
Myron held up a finger. "One, would Esperanza be dumb enough to kill Clu so soon after a public fight?"
"Fair point," Win conceded. "But perhaps the battle in the garage just raised the stakes. Perhaps after that Esperanza realized that Clu was out of control."
"Fine, let's say that Esperanza was still dumb enough to kill him after the fight, She'd have to know she'd be a suspect, right? I mean, there were witnesses."
Win nodded slowly. "I'll go with that."
"So why was the murder weapon in the office? Esperanza isn't that stupid. She's worked with us before. She knows the ins and out. Hell, anybody with a television set would have known you're supposed to dump the gun."
Win hesitated. "I see what you're saying."
"So the gun had to be planted. And if the gun was planted, then it follows that the blood and the fibers were planted too."
"Logical." Win doing his best Mr. Spock. The Bat-phone rang again. Win picked up the receiver and dispatched the matter in seconds. They went back to thinking.
"On the other hand," Win said, "I have never encountered a perfectly logical murder."
"What do you mean?"
"Reality is messy and full of contradictions. Take the OJ. case."
"The what?"
"The O.J. case," Win repeated. "If all that blood was spilled and the Juice was drenched in it, why was so little found?"
"He changed clothes."
"So? Even if he did, you'd expect to find more than a few dashboard splatters, wouldn't you? If the Juice drove home and showered, why was no blood found on the tiles or in the pipes or what have you?"
"So you think O.J. was innocent?"
Win frowned again. "You are missing my point."
"Which is?"
"Murder investigations never make complete sense. There are always rips in the fabric of logic. Unexplainable flaws. Perhaps Esperanza made a mistake. Perhaps she did not believe the police would suspect her. Perhaps she thought the weapon would be safer in the office than, say, her house."
"She didn't kill him, Win."
Win spread his hands. "Who amongst us is incapable -given the right circumstances-of murder?"
Heavy silence.
Myron swallowed hard. "For the sake of argument, let's assume the weapon was planted."
Win nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on Myron's.
"The question is, who set her up?"
"And why," Win added.
"So we need to make a list of her enemies," Myron said.
"And ours."
"What?"
"This murder charge is seriously wounding both of us," Win said. "We thus have to look at several possibilities."
"For example?"
"First," Win said, "we may be reading too much into the frame-up."
"How so?"
"This may not be a personal vendetta at all. Perhaps the murderer heard about the garage altercation and concluded that Esperanza would make a convenient patsy."
"So then this is all just a way of deflecting attention from the real killer? Nothing personal?"
"It's a possibility," Win said. "No more or less."
"Okay," Myron agreed, "what else?"
"The murderer wants to do Esperanza great harm."
"The obvious choice."
"For whatever that's worth, yes," Win said. "And possibility number three: The murderer wants to do one of us great harm."
"Or," Myron said, "our businesses."
"Yes."
Something like a giant cartoon anvil landed on Myron's head. "Someone like FJ."
Win merely smiled.
"And," Myron went on, "if Clu was doing something illicit, something that needed large amounts of cash-"
"Then FJ and his family would be a prime possible recipient," Win finished for him. "And of course, if we forget the money for a moment, FJ would relish any opportunity to crush you. What better way than decimating your business and incarcerating your best friend?"
"Two birds, one stone."
"Precisely."
Myron sat back, suddenly exhausted. "I don't relish the idea of tangling with the Aches."
"Neither do I," Win said.
"You? Before, you wanted to kill FJ."
"That's just my point. I can't anymore. If young FJ is behind this, we have to keep him alive in order to prove it. Trapping vermin is chancy. Simple extermination is the preferred course of action."
"So we've now eliminated your favorite option."
Win nodded. "Sad, no?"
"Tragic."
"But it gets worse, old friend."
"How's that?"
"Innocent or guilty," Win said, "Esperanza is concealing something from us."
Silence.
"We have no choice," Win said.
