“Do you own a gun?” asked Andrews.
“I do. I have a concealed-carry permit for it.”
“Can you provide it to us?”
“For what? Ballistics?”
Andrews didn’t answer.
“Sure, I can get it for you. It hasn’t been fired in months. I just occasionally take it to the shooting range.”
“Do you need a gun?” asked White.
“Well, the Second Amendment says I can have one regardless of whether I need one or not. And Florida law is very liberal on gun rights. And I’m a criminal defense attorney. My clientele can be violent. And when they don’t like the job I did for them? And they have relatives and friends who might want to send me a message? So I bought a gun.”
“Did you ever appear before Judge Cummins?” asked White.
“Come on. Julia would never have allowed that. We were friends from law school even before we started dating. She would have recused herself.”
“So, you have a gun and you broke up with the judge who described you as controlling to someone,” said Andrews. “And she had inquired about getting security because she had received threats.”
“I also have an alibi. And I never threatened Julia. I would never have hurt her. And, like I said, I’ve moved on.” He studied Andrews. “Come on, Doug. Just because I routinely beat the Bureau in court is no reason to come here and act all pissed off.”
Decker glanced sharply at Andrews. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”
Langley chuckled. “I’m president of the local criminal defense lawyers’ association. I’ve gone up against the Feds more times than I can remember. My record speaks for itself.”
“I will concede that you have gotten more guilty people off than not,” said Andrews through gritted teeth.
“We can debate the guilty part forever. And they don’t pay me to lose, Doug, do they?”
“Can we have the contact information for your new girlfriend?” said Decker.
“Rose can provide it. And you can send someone by my house for the pistol. I keep it there in a gun safe. I’ll meet them there.”
“So, have you gotten any guilty clients acquitted lately?” asked White.
“Every day is a new opportunity,” he retorted.
“To catch bad guys, at least for us,” said White. “Just wondering if we’re sitting in the presence of one.”
“You can waste time digging into me if you want. I can’t stop you.”
“Squeaky clean, are you?” she said.
“Who really is?”
“So, we’ll find stuff?”
“Anything’s possible. I bet I could find stuff on each of you. So what?”
“Is that a threat?” interjected Andrews.
Langley glanced at him, his expression one of indifference. “It’s a hypothetical, at best.” He looked at Decker. “I understand someone else was killed along with Julia.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“Literally everywhere.”
“A man who was employed by Gamma Protection. You know them?”
“Kasimira Roe’s company.”
“You know her?”
“I’ve met her. At some conferences and stuff. Super smart and focused.”
“Did you know her father?”
“No. So, Julia needed protection? What from?”
“She was a judge. They’re targets,” Decker said. “Just like defense attorneys.”
Langley smiled at this remark. “I can take care of myself.”
“Did she mention to you about needing security?” added White.
“No, but we’ve been broken up for a while. Who was the guard that was killed?”
“You didn’t hear that ‘literally everywhere’？” said Decker.
“Guess not.”
“Alan Draymont.”
Langley shook his head. “Don’t know the man.”
“You said the breakup was mutual,” said White. “You sure about that?”
“Julia was a beautiful woman with money. But I didn’t get the idea that she ever intended to settle down again. Maybe that was part of it.”
“Did you propose and she rejected you?” said White.
“To tell the truth, I could have seen myself proposing to her.”
“But?” said Decker.
“But the answer would’ve been no.”
“Maybe you weren’t her type,” said White.
Langley looked over at her. “I don’t think it was that. I think she was afraid.”