Table of Contents
BOOKS BY STUART WOODS
FICTION
Lucid Intervals
Kisser
Hothouse Orchid
Loitering with Intent
Mounting Fears
Hot Mahogany
Santa Fe Dead
Beverly Hills Dead
Shoot Him If He Runs
Fresh Disasters
Short Straw
Dark Harbor
Iron Orchid
Two-Dollar Bill
The Prince of Beverly Hills
Reckless Abandon
Capital Crimes
Dirty Work
Blood Orchid
The Short Forever
Orchid Blues
Cold Paradise
L.A. Dead
The Run
Worst Fears Realized
Orchid Beach
Swimming to Catalina
Dead in the Water
Dirt
Choke
Imperfect Strangers
Heat
Dead Eyes
L.A. Times
Santa Fe Rules
New York Dead
Palindrome
Grass Roots
White Cargo
Deep Lie
Under the Lake
Run Before the Wind
Chiefs
TRAVEL
A Romantics Guide to the Country Inns of Britain and Ireland (1979)
MEMOIR
Blue Water, Green Skipper (1977)
This book is for Bonnie Piceu and Paul Dietz.
Ed Eagle sat at his breakfast table and watched his new wife, Susannah Wilde, cook his breakfast. He was a lucky man, he thought.
She set down two plates of huevos rancheros and joined him.
What are you doing today? he asked. He was concerned that she might become bored, and he didnt want that.
Im having lunch with a producer I worked with a few years back, Dan Karman. You remember that novel I bought a few weeks ago?
Yes, sure.
Dannys written a screenplay based on it, and were going to talk about shooting it in Santa Fe. Susannah was a well-known actress.
Sounds great, Eagle replied, and he meant it. He didnt want her spending a lot of time in L.A., shooting a movie.
What are you up to? Susannah asked.
The usual. Im having a first meeting with a man whos been charged with murdering his wife. It happened early this morning.
You meet such nice people in your work, she said.
Oh, this ones quite a nice fellow, Im told, and he might even be innocent.
I thought all your clients were innocent.
Hes not my client yet, Eagle replied. If hes not innocent now, he will be by the end of the day.
Susannah laughed. Thats my Ed, she said, pouring him a second cup of coffee. Do you remember a film producer named James Long?
Eagle put down his coffee. I certainly do, he replied. Hes the guy who furnished Barbaras alibi in her trial for murdering those people at the Hotel Bel-Air, when she thought she was murdering me.
Long has his own production company, backed by inherited wealth, and Danny thinks he might be a good choice to get this film made. How would you feel about that?
Eagle shrugged. I dont have anything against the guy, he said. I suppose hes as much Barbaras victim as I. She drugged him, left the house, shot those two people, then returned before he woke up. He thought she was in bed with him the whole time, and testified to that.
Long might be the best way to go, she said. He puts up a big chunk of the production money, then raises the rest from private investors, so he doesnt have to take any crap from a studio.
Sounds good, but how does he distribute?
He has a good track record for making successful films on moderate budgets, so the distributors look on him favorably. Shouldnt be a problem.
I liked the novel, Eagle said. I hope you get a good screenplay.
You can read it tonight, she said, clearing the table.
AN HOUR LATER Eagle sat in the attorneys visiting room at the Santa Fe Municipal Jail, waiting for his prospective client. He read through a single-page report put together by an associate in his firm.
Terrence Hanks, known as Tip, is a twenty-nine-year-old golf professional, born in Delano, Georgia, a small town, and educated in the public schools and on a golf scholarship at Florida State University. He got his PGA Tour card six years ago and moved to Santa Fe two and a half years ago, building a house out at Las Campanas.
Ten months ago he married Constance Clay Winston, the ex-wife of another golf pro, Tim Winston. She and Hanks were having an affair while she was still married to Winston.
Yesterday, Hanks returned home after uncharacteristically missing the cut at a tournament in Dallas. His story is that he found his wife in their bed, dead of a gunshot wound to the head. He called 911.
The police found a handgun near the bed that had Hankss fingerprints on it and charged him with murder. He was referred to you by his personal attorney, Earl Potter, who, as you know, doesnt do criminal work.
Hanks is a relatively successful tour player, earning an average of a little over a million and a half dollars a year since getting his card, so he can afford representation.
Precious little information, Eagle thought, but it was a start. He looked up to see a young man being escorted into the room, and he waited while he was unshackled. He was maybe six-one, a hundred and seventy, tanned and freckled, with a mop of sun-bleached hair that reminded Eagle of a younger Jack Nicklaus.
Hanks stuck out his hand. Im Tip Hanks, Mr. Eagle, he said, and his handshake was cool, dry and firm.
Eagle shook the hand. Call me Ed, he said, and have a seat.
Earl Potter speaks highly of you, Hanks said.
Earls a good lawyer and a good fellow, Eagle replied. Tell me how you ended up in here, and please remember, everything you say to me is privilegedthat is, I cant disclose what you say to anyone, and no court can force me to do so, unless I believe you intend to commit a crime, in which case Im bound to report that to the court.
Earl has already explained that to me, Hanks replied. Id like you to represent me, if youre available.
Did Earl also explain that if you admit guilt to me, I cant put you on the stand to testify that youre innocent?
He did, and I understand that, too. For the record, Im not going to admit guilt, because Im completely innocent of killing my wife. Will you represent me?
Tell me what happened this morning, and then well talk about representation.
I played in a charity tournament in Dallas, starting with the pro-am on Wednesday. I played badly, and I missed the cut. Do you know what that means?
Yes, Im a golfer.
I had planned to fly home yesterday, but I had a couple of drinks with two other guys who also missed the cut, and that turned into an early dinner. We finished about seven, and I went to my room, called my wife and told her Id be home around noon today. Then I got into bed and turned on the TV. I woke up about three A.M. with the TV on, and I couldnt get back to sleep. Finally, around four A.M. I got up, got dressed and went to the airport.
Which airport?
Love Field.
Which FBO?
Vitesse.
I dont know it, Eagle said. I usually fly into Signature.
Youll save money on fuel by going to Vitesse.
What do you fly?
A Piper Meridian.
This was a single-engine turboprop, similar to the JetProp Eagle had once owned. What time did you take off?
About five twenty. I was lucky with the winds, and I landed in Santa Fe at eight fifteen. My car was there, and I got home about eight forty.
Did you notice anything unusual when you arrived?
