Although he was shocked when murder charges were brought against him, Billy didn't regret what he'd done. There was no danger of him actually going to jail, whereas if Toni had been on trial, with her prior record, anything could have happened. He knew he'd had some bad press-he hadn't seen a TV in months but one of the prison guards had showed him the Newsweek piece-but unlike his father, Billy wasn't overly concerned about his reputation.
Once the trial's over, people will forget. Besides, once they see what I'm really like, they'll realize I'm not the monster they thought I was.
He had youth on his side, and innocence, and the love of a truly extraordinary woman. One day he and Toni would look back on this time and roll their eyes at the madness of it all.
The prison van rattled on.
Billy Hamlin's trial was to take place at the York County Courthouse in downtown Alfred. Superior-court judge Devon Williams would be presiding in Court Two, an elegant room at the front of the colonial-style building, with old-fashioned casement windows, wooden benches, and an original 1890s parquet floor, polished daily to an ice-rink-like sheen. The York County Courthouse represented all that was good and decent and traditional and ordered about this most conservative of states. Yet within its walls, all facets of human misery had come crawling. Grief. Corruption. Violence. Hatred. Despair. Behind the pleasant, white-pillared facade of the York County Courthouse, lives had been restored and destroyed, hopes fulfilled and crushed. Justice had been served. And in some cases, denied.
Toni Gilletti arrived at the courthouse flanked by her parents. A large crowd of spectators and reporters had gathered outside the court.
"Look at all those people," Toni whispered nervously to her mother. "Every hotel in Alfred must be full."
Sandra Gilletti smoothed down her fitted Dior skirt and smiled for photographers as the family entered the building. She was so glad she'd decided to go couture after all. Walter had worried it might be too much, but with the NBC news cameras trained directly on her, Sandra would simply have died if she'd worn something frumpy from a local department store.
"Well, the case has generated a lot of interest," she whispered back to Toni.
The way dog shit interests flies, Toni thought bitterly.
Her anger masked her fear. The prosecution had called her as a witness. She'd received the notice only a few days ago, much to her father's annoyance.
"Can't you get her out of it?" Walter Gilletti asked Lawrence McGee, the expensive Manhattan attorney he'd hired to advise them. "It's such short notice. She's had no time to prepare."
Lawrence McGee explained that Toni wasn't supposed to prepare. "All she has to do is stand up there and tell the truth. No one's contesting her evidence. Toni's police statement and Hamlin's tally exactly."
But of course, Lawrence McGee didn't know the truth. Nor did the police, or Toni's parents, or anyone except Toni herself and Billy. What if Billy changed his story under oath? What if his lawyer cross-examined her on the stand and bullied the truth out of her? Did Billy even know that the prosecution had called her as a witness? Would he hate her for testifying against him, for going along with the lie, or was that what he wanted? The mere thought of seeing his face again made Toni's heart race and her palms sweat, and not in a good way. She hadn't felt this frightened since Graydon Hammond had looked up at her with tears in his eyes and blubbered, "Nicholas has gone."
"Ooo, look. Those must be the parents." Sandra Gilletti sounded excited, like someone spotting at a celebrity wedding.
Toni spun around. She felt like she'd been stung. She'd seen pictures of the Handemeyers before, on the TV news, but nothing had prepared her for the reality. Ruth Handemeyer, Nicholas's mother, looked so like her son it was agonizing. She had the same butterscotch-blond coloring, the same saucerlike brown eyes. Except that where Nicholas's eyes had been playful and dancing, his mother's were glazed and deadened with grief. Toni couldn't take her eyes off Ruth Handemeyer as she made her dignified way to her seat, escorted by her husband and daughter.
Senator Handemeyer was older than his wife, in his early fifties, with close-cropped gray hair and a face that looked as if it had been chiseled out of granite. Rage blazed out of his dark blue eyes, but it was a controlled rage, a determined rage, the rage of a powerful, intelligent man. Not for Senator Handemeyer the wild, impotent roaring of the wounded tiger. This was a man hell-bent on vengeance, a man who had set out methodically to bring those responsible for his son's death to justice. Surveying the courtroom as if he owned it, Senator Handemeyer fixed his gaze briefly on Leslie Lose, Billy's lawyer. Ruffled, the attorney looked away. Next, to Toni's horror, the senator caught her eye. She stared back at him like a statue, her stomach liquefied with fear.
Can he see the guilt in my eyes?
Can he guess the truth?
But when Billy Hamlin walked into the dock, all the senator's attention focused on him in a wave of such pure hatred, there was no room for anything, or anyone, else.
If Billy was unnerved by the senator's withering gaze, he didn't show it. Instead, scouring the room for Toni's face, he saw her and smiled broadly. It was the same boyish, open smile Toni remembered from camp. She smiled back, buoyed by his obvious confidence.
This is a court of law, Toni reassured herself. Senator Handemeyer has a right to his grief, but Billy didn't murder anyone. The jury will see that.
Leslie Lose fiddled nervously with his gold cuff links. His client should not be smiling at the pretty prosecution witness like a lovesick puppy. Come to think of it, his client should not be smiling at all. A little boy had drowned. Guilty or not, Billy Hamlin ought to look as if he took that seriously.
Out of the corner of his eye, Leslie Lose saw Senator Handemeyer's broad shoulders tighten. His entire body was coiled like a spring, ready to wreak destruction on Billy Hamlin and, presumably, anyone who dared to help him.
For the first time since he'd taken the case, Leslie Lose began to wonder if he was out of his depth.
"All rise."
The proceedings got under way in what seemed to Toni like record speed. No sooner had both sides made their opening arguments than she found herself on the stand, being sworn in.
"Miss Gilletti, you were on the beach with the defendant on the afternoon in question. Did William Hamlin seem distracted to you?"
"I . . . I don't know. I don't remember."
She was so nervous, her teeth began to chatter. The entire room was looking at her. Terrified of accidentally making eye contact with Senator Handemeyer, or with Billy, she stared fixedly at the floor.
"You don't remember?"
Of course I remember. I remember everything. The rowing boat, Charles nearly killing those boys, Billy diving for pearls, disappearing under the water. I remember everything except Nicholas, because I wasn't watching. It was me! I let him die!
"No."
"Other witnesses have confirmed that William Hamlin was repeatedly diving for oysters that afternoon. That he was showing off for your benefit. Do you remember that?"
Toni looked down at her clasped hands. "I remember him diving. Yes."
"Despite being in sole charge of a group of young boys at the time?"
Toni mumbled something incoherent.
"Speak up, please, Miss Gilletti. You had originally been charged with taking the boys swimming that day. But you arranged to swap shifts with the defendant. Is that correct?"
No! Billy wasn't in charge. I was. It was my fault.
"Yes. That's correct."
"May I ask why?"
Toni looked up, panicked. Without thinking, she looked to Billy, as if asking for his help. What should I say?
"I'm sorry." She flushed red. "Why what?"
"Why did you agree to swap shifts, Miss Gilletti?"
For a horrible moment Toni's mind went blank. "Because . . ."
The word hung in the air, like a swinging corpse. The silence that followed felt endless. But at last Toni blurted out, "Because I was tired. I hadn't slept well the night before and I . . . I didn't want to take the boys when I wasn't a hundred percent focused."
She looked up at Billy again, who gave her an imperceptible nod. Well done. Good answer.
"Thank you, Miss Gilletti. Nothing further for now."
The prosecution's case wore on. Billy tuned in here and there, but mostly he just gazed at Toni.
She's even more beautiful than I remember her. We'll move to the West Coast after the trial. Start again, somewhere fresh.
He wished he could talk to her, tell her not to be afraid, that it was all going to be okay. The poor girl looked terrified, as if he were about to be led out to face a firing squad. It touched him that she cared so much. But there was really no need.
Billy knew he was going to be acquitted. Leslie, his lawyer, had told him so a thousand times. At the end of the day it didn't matter whether he or Toni had been watching Nicholas. What happened was an accident. Nobody murdered anybody. It was a mistake, a dreadful, tragic mistake.
The one thing that bothered him slightly was the number of witnesses who testified about his drug use. Yes, he smoked the odd joint and occasionally snorted a line or two of blow. But the "experts" on the stand made him out to be some sort of rampant addict, and Leslie didn't challenge their allegations.
Jeff Hamlin had the same concern. He took his son's attorney aside at the first recess.
"That drug counselor guy made Billy sound like a junkie. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because the drugs are a distraction, Mr. Hamlin. A sideshow. We don't want to get drawn into that."
"Well, the jury was sure as hell being drawn in. Did you see the look on the foreman's face?" Jeff Hamlin protested. "And the middle-aged woman at the back? She looked like she wanted to string Billy up right here in the courtroom."
"Billy's drug use or otherwise has no bearing on the case."
"The prosecution obviously thinks it has some bearing."
"That's because they have no case," Leslie Lose said confidently. "A fact I will abundantly prove tomorrow when we start Billy's defense. Please try not to worry, Mr. Hamlin. I know what I'm doing."
The prosecution took two days to present its case, which consisted of a thorough hatchet job on Billy Hamlin's character. Much was made of the toxicology report, and Billy's "substance abuse problems." Still more was made of his promiscuity, with various girls from Camp Williams tearfully admitting under oath to being "seduced" by the charming carpenter's son. Combined with Billy's admission, backed up by Toni Gilletti's evidence, that he had been in charge of the boys that day, the consensus was that the district attorney's office had done enough to prove involuntary manslaughter. But for second-degree murder, they needed more. They needed negligence on a gross scale, and they needed malice.
"The defense calls Charles Braemar Murphy."
Billy shot his attorney a puzzled look. Had they discussed this? Charles had never exactly been Billy's biggest fan.
"Mr. Braemar Murphy, you were present at the beach on the afternoon that Nicholas Handemeyer died, were you not?"
"I was." Charles nodded seriously. In an immaculately cut Halston suit and pale yellow silk tie, with his dark hair neatly parted to the side and a Groton class ring glittering on his little finger, he looked handsome, sober, and conservative-everything that the jury had been led to believe that Billy Hamlin was not.
"Tell us what you remember."
Charles took a deep breath. "I'd been on my parents' yacht for the day. I'm afraid I'd had a couple of glasses of wine, but I took one of the tenders over to the beach anyway, which was a stupid thing to do."
Toni watched the faces of the jurors, who were all listening intently. It was astonishing how forgiving they seemed to be of Charles's self-confessed drinking, in contrast to their disgust at Billy's supposed drug taking. Was alcohol just more socially acceptable? Or was it Charles's educated, upper-class manner that won them over?
Charles went on. "I was going at quite a clip, when I suddenly saw a rowboat directly in front of me, out in the shipping lanes. I swerved to avoid it and that's when I hit Billy. Not head-on, obviously. I'd have killed him. But I clipped him on the shoulder. I wasn't expecting to see a swimmer so far out."
"Where were the children at this point?"
"On the beach, playing," Charles said firmly.
That's odd, Toni thought. I'm amazed he even noticed the boys from that distance and after the shock of what happened out in the lanes.
"Was Nicholas Handemeyer with them?"
"I think so. Yes. There were seven boys, so he must have been."
A surprised murmur ran through the court. The Handemeyer parents exchanged distressed glances. Nicholas's elder sister, a pretty, dark-haired girl in her early teens, gripped her mother's hand. If Nicholas was safe and alive so late in the afternoon, whatever happened to him must have happened very quickly. Moreover, it probably happened when Billy Hamlin was on the beach, receiving medical attention. A mitigating circumstance if ever there was one.
"So your memory is that the children had been safe while in Billy Hamlin's care that day, until Billy himself was injured by your speedboat."
"Yes."
"Thank you, Mr. Braemar Murphy. No further questions."
It was all Jeff Hamlin could do not to punch the air in triumph. Good old Leslie knew what he was doing after all.
"A couple of questions, Mr. Braemar Murphy." The prosecutor was on his feet. "I understand that you and Miss Gilletti were dating at the time of these events. Is that correct?"
"It is." Charles sounded perplexed. The question hardly seemed relevant.
"Other counselors at Camp Williams have testified that Miss Gilletti and Nicholas Handemeyer had a close bond. Is that correct?"
"All the boys adored Toni."
"But Nicholas Handemeyer especially?"
The furrow in Charles's brow deepened. "I guess so, yes. He wrote her these little love poems. It was sweet."
Toni dug her nails into her thigh so violently she drew blood. She did not want to think about Nicholas's poems, scrawled on slips of paper and pushed hopefully under her cabin door. Her heart might shatter.
"Mr. Braemar Murphy, did you consider William Hamlin to be your rival for Miss Gilletti's affections?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Were you concerned that Mr. Hamlin was attracted to your girlfriend?"
"Not concerned, exactly, no."
"Really? You knew the two of them had slept together?"
A disapproving murmur rippled through the court.
"Yes. But it was a one-night stand. It didn't mean anything."
From the dock, Billy Hamlin glared at Charles murderously. How dare the smug bastard say that what he and Toni had meant nothing? His fists were clenched and he looked fit to burst, but he managed to contain himself.
"So you weren't worried?" the prosecutor continued.
"No."
"Not even after Billy Hamlin made threats against your life?"
The jury jerked to life as if awoken from a deep slumber. Toni Gilletti sat bolt upright. From the dock, Billy glanced anxiously at his father.
"Several other Camp Williams counselors have given statements that the night before Nicholas Handemeyer's death, Billy Hamlin was vocally declaring his love for Miss Gilletti at a camp party and threatening to, quote, annihilate, unquote anyone who dared come between them. Wouldn't that include you?"
"Billy didn't mean that," said Charles. "He was high."