Judge's List by John Grisham Read Free Book Online Page B

you don’t want me to take notes.”
    “Not yet.”
    “Danny Cleveland, the reporter, was 2009. So was he the third?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    Lacy exhaled in exasperation. “Forgive me, Jeri, but I’m pulling teeth here. I’m getting frustrated again.”
    “Be patient. Number three, on my list anyway, was a girl he knew in law school.”
    “A girl?”
    “Yes.”
    “And why did he kill her?”
    The coffee arrived and they went silent. Jeri mixed in cream and took her time. She glanced around casually and said, “Let’s deal with that one later. We’ve talked about three. That’s enough for now.”
    “Sure. But just curious—do you have more proof in the other three than you have for the first ones?”
    “Not really. I have motive and I have method. That’s all. But I’m convinced they’re all linked to Bannick.”
    “Got that. He’s been on the bench for ten years. Do you suspect him in any case after he became a judge? In other words, is he still at it?”
    “Oh yes. His last one was two years ago, a retired lawyer living in the Keys. A former big firm guy they found strangled on his fishing boat.”
    “I remember that. Kronkite, or something like that?”
    “Kronke, Perry Kronke, eighty-one years old when he caught his last fish.”
    “It was a sensational case.”
    “Well, at least for Miami. Down there they have more murdered lawyers per capita than any other place. Quite a distinction, huh?”
    “Drug trafficking.”
    “Of course.”
    “And the connection to Bannick?”
    “He was an intern in Kronke’s firm in the summer of 1989, then he got stiffed when there was no job offer. Evidently it really pissed him off, because he waited two decades to get revenge. He has remarkable patience, Lacy.”
    It took Lacy a moment to absorb this. She sipped her coffee and looked out the window.
    Jeri leaned in and said, “In my opinion, as a pseudo expert in serial killers now, it was his biggest mistake, so far. He murdered an old lawyer with many friends and who once had a fine reputation. Two of his victims were men of stature—my father and Kronke.”
    “And their murders were twenty years apart.”
    “Yes, that’s his MO, Lacy. It’s unusual but not unheard of for sociopaths.”
    “I’m sorry but I’m not up on the lingo here. I deal with judges who are mentally sound, for the most part, and screw up when they ignore cases or mix personal business with their judicial duties.”
    Jeri smiled knowingly and sipped her coffee. Another glance around, then, “A psychopath has a severe mental disorder and antisocial behavior. A sociopath is a psychopath on steroids. Not exactly medical definitions but close enough.”
    “I’ll just listen and you keep talking.”
    “My theory is that Bannick keeps a list of people who have harmed or slighted him. It could be something as trivial as a law professor who embarrassed him, and it could be something as devastating as a scoutmaster who sexually abused him. He was probably okay until he was raped as a child. It’s hard to imagine what that would do to a kid. That’s why he has always struggled with women.”
    Again, her certainty was disarming, yet astonishing. She had been chasing Bannick for so long, his guilt had become a hard fact.
    She continued, “I’ve read a hundred books about serial killers. From the gossipy tabloids to the academic treatises. Virtually none of them want to get caught, but yet they want someone out there—the police, the victims’ families, the press—to know they are at work. Many are brilliant, some are incredibly stupid. They run the gamut. Some kill for decades and are never caught, others go crazy and do their work in a hurry. These usually make mistakes. Some have a clear motive, others kill at random.”
    “But they’re usually caught, right?”
    “Hard to say. This country averages fifteen thousand murders a year. One-third are never solved. That’s five thousand this year, last year, the year before.