“I tried to get in here this morning to watch the trial, but it was too crowded. And it’s a good thing for you. Because I went back to my apartment and watched it on TV. I didn’t realize what I had until I heard that Mr. Stone talking about J. Edgar Hoover. I ran—”

“Mr. Cage,” Judge Franklin presses. “I’m ready to give this case to the jury.”

I hold up my hand. “Jenny, for God’s sake, get to the point.”

“It’s the tapes.”

I blink in bewilderment. “Tapes?”

She reaches into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a black Maxell cassette tape. “This,” she says. “It’s one of the tapes I stole from Clayton Lacour’s office. Remember? The mobbed-up lawyer who handled my adoption? When I stole all the files relating to Marston, I stole his phone tapes too. Lacour’s conversations with Marston. Twelve tapes. And on this one he’s talking about your case. About Del Payton. He never actually says the name, so I never realized what I had. But when that poor Beckham woman started saying the name Ray Presley, something zinged in my mind. I couldn’t place it until Mr. Stone started talking about J. Edgar Hoover. I had to fast-forward through eight different tapes before I found it. I sprinted the three blocks over here.”

“Jenny, what is it? What do they say?”

She shakes her head, her eyes brimming with secret joy. “Just get the judge to play it. You won’t believe it.”

I close my eyes, thinking furiously.

“Mr. Cage, I’ve had enough,” says Judge Franklin. “Does the defense rest?”

I take the tape from Jenny, get to my feet, and lay my hands on the table. “No, Your Honor. I request a conference in chambers. Critical new evidence has just come to my attention. I believe it will be conclusive evidence, and—”

“Objection!” Livy cries, shaking her head. She has already seen the tape in my hand. She probably thinks it’s Dwight Stone’s recording of her father and Ray Presley talking in the gazebo of Tuscany. “No such evidence was disclosed to us!”

“Your Honor, I didn’t know about it myself until a moment ago. The young lady behind me just brought it to my attention.”

Livy looks at Jenny with dread in her face.

“Who is that person?” Franklin asks.

Livy closes her eyes.

“Her name is Jenny Doe, Judge. Who she is, is less important than what she has.”

“What does she have?”

“A tape of Leo Marston discussing the Payton murder with a New Orleans attorney named Clayton Lacour.”

Judge Franklin looks to Livy for an objection, but Livy is still standing with her eyes closed, as though she can no longer stand the schizophrenic nature of what she is being called upon to do today. Prodded by Leo, Blake Sims gets to his feet.