And Never Let Her Go (57 page)

F
ERRIS
W
HARTON
made the opening statement for the state. He began with Anne Marie's own voice. Who better could tell the jury of the struggle she had put up to free herself from the man who now sat at the defense table?

“I finally have brought closure to Tom Capano. What a controlling, manipulative, insecure, jealous maniac. . . .”

With a conscientious juxtaposition of facts and time, Wharton told the jury that less than two weeks after that entry in Anne
Marie's diary, Tom had bought a huge cooler. “It wasn't the kind of cooler you might throw some sodas and some beers in,” he pointed out. “It was a 162-quart cooler. Huge. It was the kind of cooler you might take on a boat when you go fishing. . . . But it was a curious purchase for the defendant because although he could well afford it, he didn't have a boat and he had no interest in fishing.”

Moving on, Wharton described Tom's next step. “On May 13, he made another curious purchase, through a woman by the name of Debby MacIntyre,” he said, and told the jury about the little gun store out on Route 13. The gun she had bought had disappeared, but the cooler would end up as “Anne Marie Fahey's coffin. You see,” he said, “that person—Thomas Capano—had determined that if he could not manipulate Anne Marie Fahey into being with him, she would be with no one—
forever.”

Connolly and Wharton had agreed going in that they would not over-try this case; the facts were there, the witnesses were present who would corroborate the facts. And there were vital pieces of physical evidence waiting. Thus, in a very short time Wharton encapsulated the case against Tom: a jealous man, a woman who resisted, a gun, and a cooler. And now he proposed to introduce to the jury everyone who was involved with the case, beginning with Judge Lee and moving on to the prosecution and the defense teams, a gesture a surprised Joe Oteri did not appreciate. “If Your Honor please,” he objected, “I'll introduce myself and the group to the jury!”

“Your Honor,” Wharton countered with exaggerated innocence, “I think I'm entitled to do that.”

“You're entitled to do that,” Judge Lee said with a hint of a smile. “I'm sure you'll get a second chance, Mr. Oteri.”

Judge Lee set the tone of the trial in a courtroom so filled with emotion that it would be a continual balancing act. His sidebar conferences, out of the jury's hearing, would keep both sides defused, and his sotto voce comments were often hilarious. Lee had six attorneys (seven if you counted the defendant) with completely different personalities and, of course, different goals. He wanted everything on the record and he demanded order, but he understood that this marathon trial must never be allowed to veer out of control. Lee understood too well that the defendant had within him the capacity to turn the proceedings into a circus.

Ferris Wharton, even with a laid-back style and his easy connection to the jury, had an awesome task in front of him. For twenty-eight months now, federal and state investigators had been
uncovering evidence and witnesses to knit hundreds of details into a net that was about to drop over Tom Capano. The jury must be made to understand the evidence and, so very essential, the sequence of events. Information that had become second nature to the investigators had to be explained to twelve jurors who had come to this courtroom with open minds.

To help him track Tom through his alleged preparations for murder and the cover-up, Wharton had a huge chart prepared. The Middle Atlantic Great Lakes Organized Crime Law Enforcement Network, a government-funded organization that provided support and an information-sharing nexus to police and prosecutors and often built demonstration aids for trials, had constructed this chart. There were photographs of the houses and the buildings involved, of the vehicles and boats, and all of the receipts of credit-card transactions. As Wharton spoke, the jurors could follow the deadly time line themselves.

“We went to them with a vertical arrangement,” he recalled, “and they showed us it would be easier to follow if it was spread out horizontally—starting in Gerry Capano's driveway at 5:45
A.M.
on Friday morning, June twenty-eighth.”

Rising to present his opening statement to the jury and using the huge chart to illustrate his remarks, Wharton began to explain what had happened the morning after Anne Marie died. Gerry Capano's neighbor had seen Tom parked outside Gerry's house, and then watched as Gerry walked up to the passenger window.

“His brother asks him if he can take a boat ride,” Wharton said. “And that must have sent chills through Gerry Capano's body because he knew what that meant, because months before that date, his brother had talked to him about the need to use that boat to dispose of a body or bodies.”

Tom had borrowed money and a gun from Gerry back in February 1996—Wharton continued—to set up the story that he might have to kill blackmailers and extortionists who were threatening his children. “Tom Capano played the brother card hard,” Wharton said. When Tom came to his house and asked to use the boat, Gerry knew why. “So they agreed to meet later at Tom Capano's house, but Gerry had to do some things first. He had to pick up somebody and take him to work before he could leave. Now, they had a routine; Gerry would call as he's approaching Thomas Pitts's apartment to make sure he's out of bed and ready to be picked up. This is a bill from Gerry's phone which shows the call, 6:35
A.M.
, to Thomas Pitts. He picks him up and takes him to work.

“Ultimately, he rendezvoused with the defendant, but—before that happens—Tom Capano has some things to do, too. Seven o'clock or so, he goes to his wife's house. . . . Kay has a Chevy Suburban. It's a bigger car, more space. He switches cars. . . . And then he goes up to Tower Hill at 7:45 . . . and walks around the track for a while. He's got some time before Gerry will get back to his house. And he sees Debby MacIntyre—a chance encounter—as she's going to work at Tatnall School, and they say hello.”

Most mornings, Tom exercised at the track. There was a body waiting for him back at his house that morning but he had still taken pains to maintain his usual schedule.

“Then he goes home,” Wharton said, pointing to a picture, on the chart, of the Grant Avenue house, “and Gerry arrives. . . . Tom has got a cooler in the garage, a large cooler. He's got chains. He's got a lock. And Gerry helps him with the cooler to get that in the car.”

But Gerry didn't want to leave his truck at Tom's house—so the two brothers drove to the Acme supermarket's parking lot at Trolley Square. “There's also a MAC [ATM machine] at Trolley Square. And at 8:41
A.M.
, the defendant withdraws $200 from the MAC machine.”

What was Tom thinking as he heard all of the details, verifiable details, of what he had been confident was a completely secret day? Receipts, phone bills, minutiae had caught him as accurately as if a candid camera had literally been following him around.

“They head off to Stone Harbor. Nine-twenty-seven
A.M.
, they're en route,” Wharton continued. “The bill for Tom's portable phone reflects a call from outside of Delaware. And somewhere around 10:25
A.M.
, they arrive at Gerry's house in Stone Harbor.”

The jurors, who had just seen Gerry's huge house in Wilmington, blinked slightly as Wharton pointed to the photo of another half-million-dollar house, at the shore.

“One of the first things the defendant does when they get to Stone Harbor is get on Gerry's phone,” Wharton said. “He calls Debby MacIntyre on her line at Tatnall School at 10:31. It's only a minute conversation. He also calls Kay Capano's house at virtually the same time.”

Tom and Gerry bought gas at a marina in Stone Harbor from a young woman who recognized Gerry. They paid $138.86 cash. Because it was cash there was no receipt with a time on it, but the next charge on that Friday morning was at 11:33. “So about this time is when Tom and Gerry head out to sea on Gerry's boat.” Wharton tapped on the picture of a boat, the
Summer Wind,
which had carried
Anne Marie's body in the cooler. “Gerry Capano follows the sun. And he heads out sixty miles or so and he notices that the depth gauge is about 190 feet. And they throw Anne Marie Fahey in her coffin off the boat. But it doesn't sink. Even wrapped in chains, it doesn't sink.

“So to get that cooler to sink, Gerry takes out a shotgun that he keeps on the boat, which he uses for sharks, puts a slug in it—not buckshot, but a slug—and shoots the cooler. It let water come in so that it will sink.

“Still doesn't sink.”

Anne Marie's brothers and sister knew what had happened to her, but the retelling was agonizing for them. And the jurors' faces mirrored—what? Shock? Horror?

“Gerry brings the boat around,” Wharton continued, “to the side of the cooler, and they bring it in to the side. And Gerry's had enough at this point. This is wrong. This is
wrong,
and he goes to the front of the boat and looks away as his brother wrestles with the cooler, wrestles with the chains. He gives him an anchor—two anchors—and the defendant wraps the chains and the anchors around the body of Anne Marie Fahey, which is now taken out of the cooler, and Gerry turns around to see a foot, a part of a calf, sinking into the ocean.”

Wharton then told the jury of how the cooler had been disassembled, the lid thrown into the ocean one way and the main portion, marred now with two holes from the slug, another.

The two men were back in Stone Harbor by 3:30
P.M.
, when Tom made another call, Wharton told the jury.

Then they returned to the Grant Avenue house, where the two brothers dismantled the couch in the great room, with its “basketball-sized” bloodstain at shoulder height on the right side. Pointing again to his timeline chart, Wharton said, “This location is 105 Foulke Road. There's a project being conducted there. Louis Capano's business was renovating some of the buildings there. And they had these large Dumpsters—they're almost the size of railroad cars. They throw the couch into one of those Dumpsters and Gerry leaves.

“But Tom Capano's not done yet,” Wharton said. “He still has Kay's car. A little after six-eleven, he fills it up with gas at Deerhurst Exxon—$54.85 worth. Returns to Kay's, spends some time with his kids, goes home—goes to Debby MacIntyre's house and basically crashes at eleven o'clock. But he's not done yet. He's not done cleaning up. He's not done covering up what he had done on June twenty-seventh,
because on June twenty-ninth—the next day after the trip to Stone Harbor to dispose of Anne Marie Fahey—he buys a new carpet at Air Base Carpet. And the day after that, he buys stain remover at Happy Harry's.”

Wharton now had a more difficult task. He had to try to tell the jury who Anne Marie Fahey had been. To sum up a life in half an hour, to explain why a beautiful young woman had fallen in love with a married man seventeen years older, wouldn't be easy. He could only give the jurors the facts and impressions he had gleaned, to describe her transcendent beauty and her vast capacity for love. If he had been able to bring her back just for a moment to stand before the jury, he would have. But Anne Marie wasn't in the courtroom, at least not in the sense that anyone could see or hear. She could be portrayed only in words, photographs, and videotape.

Wharton moved on to the last night of Anne Marie's life. He described the strange evening at the Ristorante Panorama, where Tom and Anne Marie sat through a three-course dinner and barely ate—or even spoke. The timetable was extraordinarily important here. “So they leave the restaurant sometime around nine-twelve,” Wharton explained. “That's when the receipt is printed. It's a little unclear what happens next. It depends on who you believe.”

Did they return to Tom's house, or did he take Anne Marie home? Wharton told the jurors that someone was in her apartment between 9:45 and 10
P.M.
, according to Connie Blake, who lived beneath it, and not someone in high heels. Someone was also there at 11:52—someone who dialed *69 on her phone to determine who her last caller had been.

“And at 12:05
A.M.
,” Wharton said, “for some reason, Tom Capano decides it's necessary to call the Saul, Ewing answering service to get his voice mail . . . what that does, if you think about it, is place him in his house at that time.”

Less than six hours later, Tom was waiting in his brother Gerry's driveway for help with a “problem.”

Wharton touched on the carpet, the blood evidence, the cooler, the gun, and the bloody couch. He let the jury know that Gerry, Louie, and Debby had initially held back the facts of their participation in the case and had been allowed to plea-bargain in exchange for telling the truth. (If something is likely to come back and bite him, the prudent lawyer brings it up himself before the other side can spring it.)

“The state has the burden of proving the defendant's guilt beyond a reasonable doubt,” Wharton told the jurors. “The evidence
will show you that before Anne Marie Fahey stepped out of the Ristorante Panorama on June the twenty-seventh, she had a life, she had a family. She loved people and people loved her. She had friends. She had confidants. You will see and hear from many of them. Before Anne Marie Fahey stepped out of the Ristorante Panorama with Tom Capano, she had a job. She had responsibilities. The governor of the state depended upon her to make sure his schedule was set. After Anne Marie Fahey stepped out of the Ristorante Panorama with Tom Capano on June the twenty-seventh, no one—not her family, not her boyfriend, Mike Scanlan, not her many friends, not a single one of them, no one from work, not her employer, not the governor, not anybody—has had any contact at all with her.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Wharton concluded, “a person like Anne Marie Fahey, someone who loved so much and is loved by so many, just doesn't disappear. Someone like Anne Marie Fahey who is responsible just doesn't disappear without a trace unless something is terribly, terribly wrong. Something did happen which was terribly, terribly wrong to Anne Marie Fahey. The evidence will show you, ladies and gentlemen, that the man she described as ‘a controlling, manipulative, insecure, jealous maniac,' the man who would not even allow her to decide what she had for dinner on June 27, 1996, would not allow her to decide with whom she was going to spend the rest of her life. The evidence will show you, ladies and gentlemen, that Tom Capano murdered Anne Marie Fahey.”