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front of Banion. As if it really mattered. I’d probably go the rest of my life and never see him again, and Bill Lester would certainly understand that I was retired and the reasons why I didn’t want to represent Logan. And yet, the juices were flowing. They hadn’t done that in a long time. I was starting to plot trial strategy, thinking about how to get bail set, whose depositions to take, where to hire a DNA expert for the defense. I didn’t want to do this. Should I move for a change of venue? No, I wasn’t his lawyer. A lot of people on the mainland do not like Longboaters, thinking we are all as snobbish as some of the denizens of the high rises on the south end of the key. Would Logan be better off with say, an Orlando jury? Not my call. I was retired. I’d better bone up on the Florida Rules of Criminal Procedure. Why? I wasn’t taking the damn case. The phone rang.
    “Hey, Matt.” It was Logan, his voice strained.
    “Logan. Have they arrested you yet?”
    “You know, then. How?”
    “Bill Lester called about an hour ago and asked me to go to your condo with them. Where are you?”
    “That’s not important, Matt. I need to know if you are going to represent me.”
    “What’s going on Logan? Talk to me.”
    “If you’re my lawyer I can tell you anything and it will be privileged, right? You can’t tell anybody.”
    “That’s right, Logan, unless you tell me you’re going to commit a crime. In that case the privilege goes out the door.”
    “Tell me you’re my lawyer, Matt, and I’ll talk to you.”
    “Okay. I’ll be your lawyer. But only for now. As soon as we can get things sorted out, we’ll hire you a lawyer.”
    “Good enough, for now. I’m in Boston. I called my answering machine this morning, and there was a message on it telling me I had been indicted. I think it was Mary White, but I can’t be sure.”
    Mary White was a long time friend of almost everyone on the key. She had come down from Tennessee more than forty years ago, and had been married to a Manatee County cop all that time. He was near retirement, and did not go on patrol anymore. He had some sort of desk job, maybe warrants. He must have mentioned it to Mary, and she felt it was her duty to alert Logan.
    “What’s going on, Matt?”
    “I don’t know much. Bill Lester said that the medical examiner found that Connie had been raped, and the DNA in the semen matched the DNA from some hair taken from your comb. They just got the test results back. When are you coming in?”
    “I’m not, Matt.”
    “You’ve got to Logan.” I was alarmed. The worst thing Logan could do was become a fugitive.
    “There’s no bail for first degree murder, is there Matt?”
    “No, but maybe we can talk the judge into making an exception.”
    “I’m not willing to bet on that, Matt. I’ll keep in touch. I didn’t do this, Matt.”
    “Logan, I want to believe you, but the DNA is a killer.”
    “The semen was mine. We had sex that evening, rough sex. She liked it like that sometimes. But it wasn’t rape, and I didn’t kill her.”
    “You told me you hadn’t seen Connie that night after she left Moore’s.
    “I know,” he said. “That was a stupid thing to do, but once it was out of my mouth I was embarrassed to tell you I had lied. I’m sorry, Matt.”
    “Alright. I accept that, Logan. Give me the name of your Army buddy, the one you were with that night, and I’ll see about getting a statement that will give you a ready alibi. If we can show that the state’s case is weak, we’ll have a better chance at bail.”
    “I don’t know his name, Matt.”
    “Come on, Logan. An army buddy you spent an evening with and you don’t know his name?”
    “I’ll be in touch, Matt. Soon. I’ll call your cell phone at eight A.M. sharp, when I call. If you’re not there, I’ll call back every other hour on the hour until I get you. If you need me, call Fred.” He gave me his brother Fred’s number and hung up.
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