That brought a few appreciative chuckles from the gallery.
“Were you alone?”
“Nah. I was with a couple of pals.”
“But were there other people in the bar? Other than your group?”
“Oh, yeah. Of course.”
“Anyone who might be in the courtroom today?”
“Him.” Peabody pointed across the courtroom. “The defendant. Zakin.”
Granny nodded. “Anyone else?”
“Gardiner. The guy who got killed. I didn’t know who he was at the time, but when I saw his picture in the paper later, I recognized him.”
“When did you first observe Mr. Gardiner?”
“I had to excuse myself at one point-’round about eleven thirty or so, I think. The bathroom is in the back; you walk down a kinda long corridor till you get there. When I was on my way out, I saw Mr. Gardiner in the corridor, facing me.”
“And was he alone?”
“No. He was with the defendant. Zakin.”
Granny nodded appreciatively. “So they did know each other after all. Were they talking?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am. I guess you could call it that. It was a pretty … heated conversation.”
“And what do you mean by that?”
“Well, it didn’t take much to see there was some serious bad blood between the two. They were shouting at each other, calling names. At one point Zakin shoved Gardiner backward, hard. That sort of thing.”
“And did you hear what they were talking about?”
Peabody shifted his weight. “Now, you understand-I’m not one to butt in on something that’s none of my beeswax-”
“Of course not,” Granny reassured him. “But I’m sure in that narrow corridor it was impossible to avoid overhearing.”
“Well, yeah. Exactly. Plus, they were blocking the way and kinda oblivious to everything else. I couldn’t get past them.”
“So what was it you heard?”
“Well, I never figured out what exactly it was they were so mad at each other about. But I heard Gardiner tell Zakin-”
“Objection,” Ben said. “She’s trying to drag hearsay into the courtroom again.”
“Your honor,” Granny said, “once again, this testimony is being offered only to put the defendant’s statements in context and to show the defendant’s state of mind, his obvious hostility toward the murder victim.”
“That’s a grossly prejudicial bit of speechifying,” Ben said. “And I-”
“Plus,” Granny continued, rolling right over his objections, “I would point out that Mr. Gardiner is deceased, which is the whole reason for this trial. The declarant is definitely unavailable; I can’t call him to the stand. The only way I can get this critical piece of evidence before the jury is via Mr. Peabody.”
Judge Pickens nodded. “The objection is overruled. Please proceed.”
The witness continued. “So I heard Gardiner tell Zakin that he has to stop, has to stop immediately.”
“And what was Mr. Zakin’s response?”
“He just kinda laughs, real obnoxious-like, you know. Sort of a sneer, really. He says, ‘Oh yeah? And what if I don’t?’ ”
“Did Mr. Gardiner reply?”
“Oh, yeah. He got all quivery. He was shaking head to toe. His eyes were rolling around in their sockets-it was like he had the d.t.’s or something.” Peabody gripped the rail before him. “And then he threatened Zakin.”
“He did?” Granny leaned in close, subtly cueing the jury to do the same, to hang on every word. “How so?”
“Gardiner said he had connections to powerful people. He said he had the goods on someone who could hurt Zakin and his friends real bad-all he had to do was snap his fingers and make it happen.”
“Indeed.” Granny edged toward the jury box, holding their attention, drawing out the suspense. “And what was Mr. Zakin’s response to this threat?”
“He gets real up close and personal to Gardiner, see? Grabs his collar and practically lifts him up in the air.”
“Do you remember what he said?”
“Oh, yeah. Yeah. I don’t think I’ll forget that as long as I live. I’ve never seen such a mean, hateful look. He stares right into Gardiner’s face and growls, ‘Don’t threaten me, chump. Or it’ll be the last thing you ever do.’ ”
Granny paused, letting the words hang in the air, forcing the jurors to play the line over and over in their heads. “The last thing you ever do.” She let several more seconds of silence elapse before finally returning to her table. “No more questions, your honor.”
Ben was hoping for a recess, but his hopes were not fulfilled. “Do you have any questions for this witness, Mr. Kincaid?”
“Yes, your honor. May I have just a minute to confer with my client?”
Judge Pickens grudgingly nodded.
Ben leaned close to Zak and whispered so that no one else could hear. “What’s going on here? You told me you never met Gardiner.”
“Well, I didn’t,” Zak insisted. “I mean, not really. It was just that one time in the corridor.”
Ben’s eyes flared. “You lied to me. Again!”
“It’s not like I planned to meet him!” Zak insisted. He seemed frenetic, grasping. “All I wanted to do was take a leak, and this moron stops me in the corridor. I didn’t even know who he was till he told me.”
“You lied to me,” Ben said. “You lied to your own lawyer.”
“Oh, what the hell’s the big deal? The jury was going to find out anyway. It’s not like you could’ve stopped it.”
“If I’d known, I could’ve prepared the jury for it. I could’ve warned them that there was an angry meeting, but that it’s no proof of murder. Instead, I told them you’d never met the man, which wasn’t true. They think I lied to them.” Ben glanced back over his shoulder at the jury box. “And they’re not likely to forget it.”
“Mr. Kincaid,” Pickens said, drumming his fingers. “If you intend to cross-examine, now’s the time.”
Ben turned away from Zak. There was nothing he hated worse than crossing a witness who had basically just told the truth. People shouldn’t be victimized for doing their civic duty. But he had to do something to undercut this testimony. If the jury believed Zak had threatened Gardiner just before he was killed, how could they help but convict him?
Well, at least there was one obvious cross-ex point he could score.
“Mr. Peabody,” Ben began, “you’re aware that my client was the leader of the local Green Rage team, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes. Sure.”
“And you’re aware that they oppose many of the activities of the loggers in the area.”
“Sure. I read the papers.”
“So how can we know that your testimony isn’t tainted by your pro-logger bias?”
“My what?”
“You said you’ve lived here all your life. You must have friends, family. Your customers at the grocery store.”
“Not really. Actually, we Peabodys may be the only family in Magic Valley that’ve never had anything to do with the logging industry. Frankly, I tend to side with the environmentalists.”
Ben felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. And the only thing that could possibly make him feel any worse was seeing Granny fold her arms across her lap, a self-satisfied ear-to-ear grin plastered across her face.
“Mr. Kincaid?” Pickens said. “Will there be any more questions?”
Ben’s brain was racing. One of the cardinal rules of cross-ex was: Never quit on a down note. But he had been scraping just to come up with one line of questioning, and it had exploded in his face. How could he poke holes in the testimony of a witness who was telling the truth?
“I guess not,” Ben said. He left the podium and slithered back to defendant’s table. This was, he thought, in all likelihood the worst cross-ex of his entire career. His client lied to him, the prosecutor blindsided him, and he couldn’t do a thing about it.
The judge began
his pre-lunch spiel to the jury. Zak leaned close to Ben and whispered, “Hey, this isn’t going too well, is it?”
Ben just couldn’t come up with the words.
Chapter 54
After the disaster of the morning, Ben had hoped for a long lunch break, if not a recess for the day. He didn’t get his wish. Judge Pickens called for a short lunch break, then asked everyone to be back in the courtroom by one. It seemed the prosecution was almost finished, and he wanted to get through them all by the end of the day.
“Well,” Christina said, as she returned to the courthouse after lunch, “it wasn’t a great morning. A few setbacks, a few big surprises. Things can only get better.”
Ben tried to smile. “I hope you’re right.”
Unfortunately, she wasn’t. As it turned out, the biggest surprises were yet to come. Starting with this one:
“The State calls Rick Collier to the stand.”
Rick? Both Ben and Zak flew to their feet. Rick? The second in command at Green Rage? The man who’d just been discharged from the hospital? He couldn’t be testifying for the prosecution!
But he was.
Ben ran to the judge’s bench, Granny clicking her heels close behind him.
“What’s going on here?” Ben demanded. “He’s not on their witness list!”
“And I apologize for that, your honor. I really do.” Granny was doing her best to seem contrite. “But this witness just came to our attention this morning.”
“Baloney,” Ben barked. “They must’ve subpoenaed him.”
“We did not,” Granny said emphatically. “He’s a volunteer.”
Ben stared at her, flabbergasted.
“You can check that with my staff if you wish. We had no idea he was coming; he just showed up-with important information that has a direct bearing on this case. I wasn’t even there when he arrived; I didn’t find out about it until the lunch break.”
She rustled around in her leather satchel, then drew out a file folder.
“We’ve prepared this motion to amend the witness list, your honor, and I filed it on my way back to the courtroom.” She handed a copy to the judge, then to Ben. “I know this is irregular-”
“Irregular?” Ben barked. “It’s outrageous!”
“But we simply had no choice,” Granny urged. “And when you hear what he has to say, your honor, I think you’ll agree that justice is best served by letting him speak.”
“Your honor,” Ben cut in, “I must object to this in the strongest possible way. This is trial by ambush! We’ve had no time to prepare.”
Judge Pickens held up his hand, his signal that Solon was about to speak. “I’m going to let the man have his say.”
“But your honor!”
Pickens looked at Ben sternly. “I’ve ruled, Kincaid, so stop arguing. If you need extra time to prepare your cross-examination, I’ll give it to you. If you need any other accommodation, I’ll consider it. I’m sympathetic-this is an unusual situation. But Granny’s right-we don’t serve justice by silencing important witnesses. I’ll let him speak, then let you do whatever you need to do to have a fair opportunity to cross.”
“Your honor, this is reversible error!”
“I don’t think so. I’m sure Granny has documented the fact that the witness arrived at the last minute”-Granny nodded-” and under those circumstances, there’s precedent for allowing him to testify, so long as the defense is treated fairly. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. Now stop arguing and let’s get on with the show.”
Ben returned to defendant’s table, a grim expression set on his face. Critical information, Granny had said. Rick had critical information about this case. What could it be?
“What’s going on?” Zak asked, yanking Ben’s shoulder. “He’s not going to testify against me, is he?”
Ben nodded curtly.
“Would you state your name, please?” Granny asked, after Rick was sworn.
“Rick Collier. That’s short for Richard.” Ben noted that Rick was pointedly not looking toward defendant’s table.
“And what do you do for a living?”
Rick shrugged. “Well, it’s not much of a living, but I’m currently working in the Green Rage organization.”
“Really? So you worked with George Zakin?”
“Extensively. I was generally considered the next in the chain of leadership. After Zak.”
“What’s going on here?” Zak whispered in Ben’s ear. “He can’t testify against me. He’s my friend!”
I wonder, Ben thought silently. I just wonder.
Granny continued her direct examination. “Would you say you spoke with Mr. Zakin on a regular basis?”
“Oh, yeah.” He flipped his ponytail back. “Like every day.”
“About Green Rage matters?”
“Sure. But not only that. We confided in each other, you know? We told secrets.”
Secrets. The word carved out a hollow space in Ben’s chest. He didn’t like the sound of that at all.
“Would you say Mr. Zakin was a dedicated environmentalist?”
“Oh, yeah. Absolutely. And then some. He was always pushing. Always urging us to do a little more.”
“A little more … what?”
Rick shifted his weight. He was still studiously not looking toward defendant’s table. “Well, Zak’s favorite line was ‘It’s not enough to talk the talk. You gotta walk the walk.’ ”
“Walk the walk,” Granny echoed. “And what exactly did that mean?”
“It meant take action. It’s true. People in the environmental world tend to gripe a lot about everything that’s wrong, but they’re hesitant to do anything about it. But not Zak. He was always ready to take action to promote the cause. He was willing to do anything. Absolutely anything.”
“Like planting bombs?” Granny suggested.
“Objection,” Ben said. “Leading.”
Judge Pickens waved his hand in the air, as if he thought this objection was the most trivial annoyance in the world. “Sustained,” he said wearily.
Granny amended her question. “What kind of action was he advocating?”
“Tree spiking. Sabotaging cars and equipment. And planting bombs.”
“Mr. Zakin advocated bombs?”
“Oh hell, yeah. Man, he was the expert on the subject. He could tell you all about what kind of ingredients to get to make a certain kind of bomb. Where to get them. How to make a small, contained implosion or a large, widespread explosion. Apparently he’d done a lot of bomb work in the past. Green Rage had never been involved in that sort of thing before. But as soon as Zak was on board, he started pushing for it.”
“Were the other members receptive to this idea?”
“A few were. Hotheads like Al Green. But most of us thought it was too dangerous. Sure, we want to save the forests, but despite what people say, we really aren’t willing to put trees before people.”
Granny adopted a level, earnest tone. “Mr. Collier, I need to ask you another question-a very important question, so please think carefully before answering. Do you know if George Zakin has ever planted a bomb?”
Rick didn’t hesitate a moment. “Oh, yeah. I know he has.”
“Do you know if he planted the bomb that killed Dwayne Gardiner?”
Again no hesitation. “I’m certain of it.”
“And why is that?”
Rick turned to face the jury before answering. “Because he told me he was going to do it.”
A gasp pealed out from the back of the gallery. More audible murmuring and whispering followed. Judge Pickens banged his gavel on the bench, but a good half a minute passed before he brought the courtroom back to silence.
Granny didn’t hold back. “And why would he want to plant a bomb? To further the environmental cause?”
“Nah.” Rick’s lips turned down at the edges. “To get Dwayne Gardiner.”
The air in the courtroom seemed to become thick, heavy, as if everyone and everything were suspen
ded in time.
“Let me make sure I understand you, Mr. Collier. Are you saying Zakin planted the bomb with the express intention of harming Mr. Gardiner?”
“I think so, yeah.”
“And why would he want to do that?”
Rick glanced up at the judge, the jury, out into the gallery-almost everywhere except at Zak. “Because he was sleeping with Gardiner’s wife.”
If the reaction in the courtroom had been audible before, it was near deafening now. Several people-reporters, probably-leaped to their feet and headed out the back doors to spread the word of this major new development. Whispering and gossiping went from a buzz to a roar. Judge Pickens pounded his gavel furiously, threatening to clear the courtroom, trying to restore order.
Ben took advantage of the momentary chaos to have a short, curt conversation with his client. He was so angry he could barely speak. “You told me you didn’t know Gardiner,” he said bitterly. “You said you had no connection to him.”
“But I didn’t!” Zak said, imploringly. “I never met him till that night in the bar. It was his wife-”
Ben placed his hand on his forehead. This was just hopeless.
As soon as the courtroom was quiet enough for her to proceed, Granny did so. “And how do you know Mr. Zakin was having an affair with Lu Ann Gardiner?”
“He told me,” Rick replied. “Hell, he told me frequently. I gotta tell you, Zak may be a great environmentalist, but when it comes to women, he’s kind of a pig. Of the chauvinist variety.”
“How do you mean?”
“He was constantly trying to pick up women, in some of the sleaziest ways you can imagine. He’d lie, cheat, steal-whatever it took.”
“And is this how he attracted the attention of Mrs. Gardiner?”
“More or less, yeah.”
“How do you know?”
“I was there when it happened. I was in the bar when he first picked her up.”
“And when was that?”
“Oh, about three weeks before the murder. Apparently they really hit it off, ’cause they were banging away”-he stopped, looked up at the judge-“oh-excuse me. They were, uh, engaging in, uh, carnal relations every chance they got. Zak was having a great time. Till the angry husband found out.”
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