"All right," Marsh said. "Show me what you have. " Boon talked for 20 minutes about the 199 gathering. He walked Marsh through every detail he could verify. The date established from records he'd located, the location, Ray Dutton, and what Dutton had represented the man in the blazer as needing. What the club had provided through a bank contact and what PICE had done with it to end Dale Whitfield's candidacy before the race was over.
Marsh listened without taking notes, which Boon understood to mean she was storing everything and would write it down later in a place that wasn't this table. When he finished, she was quiet a moment. Can you identify the man in the photograph as Grady Pierce from the image alone? She said, not with certainty from the image. The focus is poor and the angle isn't ideal.
But I was present. I saw him that day. I can place him at that gathering in a sworn statement. A sworn statement from a man with a documented history involving a motorcycle club. Marsh said not unkindly, just accurately.
The way a person stated the terrain they'd all be walking through. Dismissed weapons charge from 993. Boon said, "No convictions, no subsequent charges. A good defense attorney will make the history louder than the dismissal. Marsh said, "I know. " Boon said, "I'm telling you what I have, not arguing it's sufficient by itself. " Marsh nodded once.
"What else? " Ruth placed Walt's box on the table. She'd spent the past 2 weeks going through it completely, organized it the way Walt would have, chronologically, with each document labeled and cross-referenced. And at the bottom of the box, inside a folder she'd opened for the first time 10 days ago, she'd found a summary sheet in Walt's handwriting. His own index to his own investigation, dates, names, the nature of each document, written in the careful, precise hand of a man who had spent 11 years working in banking before he ever set foot in this diner. The summary sheet was written for someone who hadn't met Walt yet, someone who would arrive after him, someone who would need to be able to use the work without having watched it being built.
Marsh read it, read it again, set it down, and looked at Ruth. Walt wrote this, she said. Yes. When the folder was dated four months before he died, I don't know exactly when he wrote it, but it was during that period. Marsh looked at the summary sheet a third time.
Not reading it now, but looking at it, the way you looked at something when you were calculating what it meant and what it could become. Walt worked in banking before you two married, she said. 11 years regional bank. He understood financial documentation at a level most people don't. This summary, Marsh said, is written by someone who knew exactly what an investigator would need, who understood what constituted a pattern versus a coincidence, who understood the difference between circumstantial documentation and the kind that supports a finding.
She looked at Ruth. He was building a case. He was building something, Ruth said. He didn't tell me the details. He was protecting me from them.
Marsh was quiet a moment. I need to tell you something, she said. She said it carefully, each word placed deliberately. Walt's accident. I was not sheriff in 2015.
I took office in 2017 and inherited a closed case file. I reviewed it during my first month because I reviewed all closed cases from the previous 5 years that had any ambiguity in the documentation. She looked at Ruth directly. Walt's file had ambiguity. Ruth's hands tightened slightly around her coffee cup.