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“What’s important is that I have documentation of Teffinger doing something that you’ll find very interesting.”
    “Such as what?”
    “Such as killing a woman,” Preston said. “Now let me cut to the chase. I’m looking for $500,000. That’s the price and it’s not negotiable.”
    Silke lit a cigarette.
    “Let’s meet,” she said.

    10
    Day Three
    June 6
    Tuesday Morning
     
    Neverly Cage pushed through the front door of Silke’s law office, still not sure whether she would be true to her employer and tell her about the dirt she got Saturday night on Teffinger or whether she’d be true to her promise to give him 48 hours.
    Silke was out back in the alley, pacing with a Camel in her hand.
    “Huge break,” she said.
    “Why, what happened?”
    “I got a call from a mystery guy named Preston,” Silke said. “He claims to have a cell phone video of Nick Teffinger killing a woman Saturday night.”
    The words hit Neverly with the force of a fist.
    “How can that be?”
    “He was making out with a girlfriend down in the old warehouse district,” she said. “Teffinger and some woman showed up. Teffinger tied her to a pole and then started to beat the shit out of her. The guy tried to get Teffinger to back off but Teffinger attacked him with a broken beer bottle.”
    “No way.”
    Silke smiled.
    “The whole thing’s on tape,” she said. “A fight ensued and the guy got chased off. Teffinger thought he left but he didn’t. The guy was still there and saw what happened next.”
    “Which is what?”
    “Teffinger went back to the tied-up woman and slit her throat open with the beer bottle.”
    “Are you serious?”
    Silke nodded.
    “He wants five-hundred k for the tape. I already talked to Zero about it. He says to pay it and pay it fast.”
    Neverly tilted her head.
    “Can you get it into evidence?”
    Silke frowned.
    “That’s where it gets a little muddy,” she said. “The guy tried to blackmail Teffinger but he didn’t have any money. Then he read the paper this morning about the trial coming up next week and the fact that Teffinger was a key witness. He decided to forget about getting money out of Teffinger and getting it out of me instead.” She took a long drag, held it in and then blew out. “He says he’ll come to court and authenticate the tape. Either him or his girlfriend or both of them.”
    “But he tried to blackmail Teffinger.”
    “Right, I know,” Silke said. “He’s not going to bring it up though, not on direct examination. The only way it will come up is if Teffinger brings it up. By that time, the tape will already be in evidence. Even if it’s not in evidence yet, it will still come in. The blackmail part of the equation doesn’t go to the authenticity of the tape. It only goes to the credibility of the man as to what he saw afterwards that didn’t get on the tape.” She smiled. “Actually, when you think about it, the blackmail part actually helps us as much as it hurts. It shows that the guy really did see the murder. Otherwise, he’d have nothing to blackmail Teffinger about.”
    Neverly nodded.
    It made sense.
    “Have you seen it yet?”
    “No, but I will tonight,” Silke said. “The guy says Teffinger’s face is clearly visible and so is his truck, including the license plae. I can get an expert to testify that it hasn’t been tampered with, assuming it hasn’t.” She sat down on the step and flicked the butt. Then she looked at Neverly and said, “So what have you turned up on your end? Anything?”
     
    Neverly’s blood pounded.
    Teffinger murdered a woman.
    Screw him.
    “He was with a woman Saturday night at a club downtown called the D-Drop,” she said. “I got pictures of them.”
    “Show me.”
    She did.
    She showed her pictures of Teffinger getting sloppy drunk with a raven-haired beauty, letting his hands roam under the woman’s short little sundress, then driving away drunk with her, and even sideswiping a car en route.
    Silke