Chapters (64)
- PART ONE
- One
- Two
- Three
- PART TWO
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
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- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- PART THREE
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- PART FOUR
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- PART FIVE
- Forty-seven
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- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- PART SIX
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- ALSO BY MICHAEL CONNELLY
I had no questions for Murray either. He was on my witness list and I would be able to recall him during the defense phase if I needed to. But I wanted to wait for the prosecution’s next witness, Christopher Harber, who was Murray’s partner and a rookie in the Sheriff’s Department. I thought that if either of the deputies was to make a mistake that might help the defense, it would be the rookie.
Harber’s testimony was shorter than Murray’s and he was used primarily to confirm his partner’s testimony. He heard the same things Murray heard. He saw the same things as well.
“Just a few questions, Your Honor,” I said when Stanton inquired about cross-examination.
While Golantz had been conducting his direct examination from the lectern, I remained at the defense table for the cross. This was a ploy. I wanted the jury, the witness and the prosecutor to think I was just going through the motions and asking a few questions on cross. The truth was I was about to plant what would be a key point in the defense’s case.
“Now, Deputy Harber, you are a rookie, correct?”
“That is correct.”
“Have you ever testified in court before?”
“Not in a murder case.”
“Well, don’t be nervous. Despite what Mr. Golantz may have told you, I don’t bite.”
There was a polite murmur of laughter in the courtroom. Harber’s face turned a little pink. He was a big man with sandy hair cut military-short, the way they like it in the Sheriff’s Department.
“Now, when you and your partner arrived at the Elliot house, you said you saw my client standing out front in the turnaround. Is that correct?”
“That is correct.”
“Okay, what was he doing?”
“Just standing there. He had been told to wait there for us.”
“Okay, now, what did you know about the situation when the alpha car pulled in there?”
“We only knew what dispatch had told us. That a man named Walter Elliot had called from the house and said that two people were dead inside. They had been shot.”
“Had you ever had a call like that before?”
“No.”
“Were you scared, nervous, jacked-up, what?”
“I would say that the adrenaline was flowing, but we were pretty calm.”
“Did you draw your weapon when you got out of your car?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Did you point it at Mr. Elliot?”
“No, I carried it at my side.”
“Did your partner draw his weapon?”
“I believe so.”
“Did he point it at Mr. Elliot?”
Harber hesitated. I always liked it when witnesses for the prosecution hesitated.
“I don’t recall. I wasn’t really looking at him. I was looking at the defendant.”
I nodded like that made sense to me.
“You had to be safe, correct? You didn’t know this guy. You just knew that there supposedly were two dead people inside.”
“That’s right.”