by Parnell Hall
“Premeditation,” Tracy said. “Timberlaine bought this gun days before the auction. How was he to know he was going to get pissed off at Potter and shoot him?”
“Exactly,” Steve said. “The way Vaulding’s laid out the case, when Timberlaine bought the gun there was no way in hell he knew he was going to use it to kill Potter. The question is, why did he buy it? We know he bought it to switch with the other gun, the one he found substituted for the real one. Vaulding doesn’t concede the existence of the other gun, so his theory can’t be Timberlaine bought it for that. His theory has to be Timberlaine bought it to switch with the original gun. And why in the name of God would Timberlaine want to do that?”
“You got me,” Taylor said. “I can’t explain it.”
“Yeah, well you don’t have to, Mark. At least until Vaulding finds out you bought that gun.”
“Shit.” Taylor heaved himself out of the chair. “Can I get back to the office now?”
“I suppose so. What are you working on?”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“Oh?”
“My operative isn’t back yet. I’m trying to find out who sold her the gun.”
Steve grinned. “Are you telling me I’m paying you to investigate your own actions?”
“I told you it was embarrassing.”
“Any luck yet?”
Taylor shook his head. “Not a thing.”
“That’s good. If you can’t find out, it’s a cinch Vaulding can’t either.”
“Yeah. Unless he trips over the back trail I’m leaving now.”
“Yeah, right. Except he wouldn’t know what you were after. That’s where this is so bad it’s good. If Vaulding finds out you’re asking about guns he’ll think that’s perfectly logical. There’s no way in hell he’s going to figure you’re trying to find out who sold a gun to you.”
“One would hope. So can I get back to the office?”
“I suppose so. I—” Steve broke off at the sound of the outer office door opening. “Hang on. We got company.”
Tracy went out and came back moments later with Carrie Timberlaine and her fiancé, Donald Walcott.
The young man was quite upset. He had a paper in his hand, which he held up in front of him. “They subpoenaed me,” he said disgustedly. “Can you believe that? Right in our own house. Just rang the bell and nailed me. Now I gotta testify for the prosecution.”
“Can they do that?” Carrie Timberlaine said. “Can they make him testify if he doesn’t want to?”
Steve frowned. “Let me see the subpoena.”
Donald passed it over.
Steve took it, looked at it. “I’m afraid they got you,” he said.
“Yeah, but for what? I don’t know anything.”
“Except what Timberlaine told you.”
“Isn’t that hearsay?”
Steve shook his head. “Anything anybody else told you is hearsay. Anything the defendant told you can be considered an admission against interest and you can testify to it.”
“Yeah, but what? I mean, it’s not like Russ took me aside and said, ‘By the way, I’m going to kill Jack Potter tomorrow.’”
“Of course not. Most likely it’s about the gun.”
Donald frowned. “What about it?”
“Well, look. You knew why I was there that weekend, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. Sure. Why?”
“Well, there’s that. You knew it was because Timberlaine had found a gun substituted, right?”
“Yeah, right. But how does that hurt him? That’s been his story all along.”
“You didn’t also happen to know anything about Timberlaine buying a gun and pulling a little substitution of his own?”
“Is that what he says he did?”
Steve grimaced. “Look. I’m not giving out any information, and you’re better off not getting any. I’m trying to figure out why the prosecution would subpoena you. After what went on in court today, I figure it had to be something that confirmed that Timberlaine bought the gun.”
“Well, it isn’t.”
“I’m glad to hear it. But what the hell is it?”
“I have no idea.”
“Well,” Steve said. “There’s one way to find out.”
“What’s that.”
Steve jerked his thumb. “Obey that subpoena.”
35.
JUDGE HENDRICK LOOKED DOWN from his bench. “Once again we have matters to take care of before we begin. Mr. Vaulding, I understand you served a subpoena yesterday.”
“That’s right, Your Honor.”
Judge Hendrick frowned. “Mr. Vaulding, yesterday we listened to the testimony of Mr. Henson, who was not on your original list of witnesses.”
“We just found him, Your Honor.”
“So I understand. Judging by the service of this subpoena, I gather we are about to be treated to the testimony of another witness not on your list.”
“Again, the information just became known to us, Your Honor.”
“I’m sure that it did. But I must say it’s quite a coincidence for it to happen with such amazing regularity.”
“I assure you it’s not by design, Your Honor.”
“I didn’t say it was. I just remarked on the coincidence. You may take the statement I am about to make as entirely coincidental, also. This is a courtroom, not a sideshow. I intend to see that evidence is presented in an orderly manner. And that it is presented for the benefit of the jury, not for the benefit of the press.”
“Oh, Your Honor,” Vaulding said.
Judge Hendrick held up his hand. “One moment, Mr. Vaulding. I’m not through.” He lifted a newspaper from the top of his bench, turned it around and held it up.
It was a copy of the Daily News with the headline, PISTOL PETE: SURPRISE WITNESS.
Judge Hendrick held up another newspaper.
It was the POST with the headline, PISTOL PETE: HE BOUGHT THE GUN.
“I do not intend to have this case tried in the newspapers,” Judge Hendrick said.
“Your Honor, I’m not responsible for the press.”
“Surprise witnesses make news.”
“I’ve already explained that was not my intention.”
“Maybe not, but this is deplorable. I would like to point out that the jury has not been sequestered.”
“They’ve been instructed not to read the papers.”
“Not to read them, yes. But these are front-page scare headlines. You can’t miss them.”
“They are not my work.”
“That’s not the point. The point is, surprise witnesses and surprise testimony are the type of theatrics that create front page news. And if I found this was being done deliberately, I would not like it. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Good. Now, what with all the surprise witnesses and early adjournments it seems a long time ago, but I believe yesterday morning Mr. Manning was on the stand. His cross-examination was interrupted until he could bring some photos into court. May I ask if he has done so?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“He’s present and ready to proceed?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Very well. Let’s bring in the jury and return Mr. Manning to the stand.”
When that had been accomplished, Judge Hendrick turned to Steve Winslow and said, “You may proceed.”
Steve crossed in to the witness. “Mr. Manning, yesterday you were asked to bring into court photographs of the fatal bullet photographed in a comparison microscope with test bullets from the gun, People’s Exhibit Four. Have you done so?”
“Yes, I have.”
“You have those photographs with you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“How many are there?”
“Referring only to the photographs showing the comparison of the fatal bullet to bullets fired from the gun, People’s Exhibit Four?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“There are five.”
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�Five pictures showing that comparison?”
“That’s right.”
“I ask that they be marked for identification as Defendant’s Exhibits A-One-through-Five.”
“Your Honor,” Vaulding said. “I believe those are a prosecution exhibit.”
“Well, the defense is producing them. You chose not to,” Judge Hendrick said. “Mark them Defendant’s Exhibits A-One-through-Five.”
When the exhibits had been marked, Steve picked up the pictures, riffled through them. He selected one, approached the witness.
“Mr. Manning, I hand you the picture marked for identification Defendant’s Exhibit A-Three and ask you what it shows?”
“It shows the comparison of the fatal bullet and the test bullet on the comparison microscope.”
“Which is which?”
“The fatal bullet is the top half, the bullet from People’s Exhibit Four is the bottom half.”
“The bullets are in alignment?”
“Yes, they are.”
“Mr. Manning, I notice scratches on the bottom half not present on the top half.”
“Yes. As I said, those are the scratches made when someone used some sort of etching tool to deface the barrel of the gun.”
“Then these scratches represent marks that do not line up?”
“Naturally.”
“I count four scratches of that nature, is that right?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Then take a look.”
Manning studied the photograph. “Yes. There are four.”
“How many marks do you find that do line up?”
Again Manning studied the photograph. “I count three.”
“Four that don’t, three that do?”
Manning frowned. “That is an unfair way of presenting the evidence.”
“Oh? Why is that?”
Manning hesitated a moment, then blurted out, “You make it sound like a ball score, with my side losing.”
Laughter rocked the courtroom. Everyone broke up, spectators and jurors alike.
Judge Hendrick, sensing everyone needed relief from the tension of the case, gave it a few moments before banging the gavel. “That will do,” he said. “Proceed, Mr. Winslow.”
Steve smiled. “Well-said, Mr. Manning. I’m sorry if I gave that impression. But four to three, that’s what we just counted up, isn’t it?”
“You can’t go by that,” Manning said. “The two things are in no way equivalent. There are four scratches where someone marked the barrel of the gun that prevent us from seeing the scratches that would line up. Despite this, we’re still able to line up three. That does not yield a score of four to three. If the murderer had only scratched the gun barrel twice, would we then have a score of three to two and say the identification won? Not at all. The two things are unrelated. Except, if there were only two scratches made by the file, we could see even more scratches that matched. You see what I’m saying?”
Steve smiled, “Yes, I do, Mr. Manning, but the fact remains you have only three scratches in this photograph that line up.”
“I’ve explained that.”
“Yes, you have. What I want to know is, is that sufficient to make the identification?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Is it, Mr. Manning? Didn’t you testify yesterday that there were individual characteristics and class characteristics?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, couldn’t these be class characteristics, common to all Colt ,45s?”
Manning hesitated a moment.
Steve’s eyes widened. “Is that right, Mr. Manning? Is that what they are?”
“No, it is not,” Manning said angrily. “And I resent the suggestion. If I hesitated for a moment, it is because I wanted to be absolutely fair. You mentioned class characteristics. There is one of the scratches in the photograph that is consistent with being a class characteristic. I would go so far as to say it is indeed a class characteristic. But there is only one of which I would say that.”
“One of the three?” Steve asked.
“Yes. One of the three.”
“You’re saying now you think that is a class characteristic?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then that leaves two scratches that are not class characteristics?”
“That’s right.”
“You are now saying two scratches are sufficient for making the identification.”
“No, I’m not,” Manning said. “I’m merely saying the bullets match.”
“But you must have some basis for saying so.”
“I’m saying so on the basis of my examination. If you want to break that down and say I’m going on the basis of two scratches, I suppose you can do so, but that’s not an accurate assessment of the situation. Aside from the scratch we call the class characteristic, there are two scratches that are a definite match. And there is every indication there would be more matches if it weren’t for the defacing of the barrel of the gun.”
“Mr. Manning, isn’t that like saying, I didn’t find the defendant’s fingerprints, but if I had found them they’d be there?”
“Objection.”
“Sustained.”
“Mr. Manning, how can you testify that scratches that aren’t there probably exist?”
Manning smiled. “Because I have matched the bullet. So I know if the gun barrel hadn’t been defaced, those scratches on the test bullet would match those on the fatal bullet.”
“Isn’t that circular logic, Mr. Manning? You know those scratches exist because the bullets match, but you base your conclusion that the bullets match partly on those scratches that you assume must be there.”
“Objection.”
“Overruled.”
“No, I do not. And I think I’ve made a fair and accurate appraisal of the evidence, and given you my professional opinion.”
“All right,” Steve said. “Let’s move on to the other pictures. Did you bring in the photographs of the other test bullet, the one fired from the gun, People’s Exhibit Three?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Could you produce those pictures, please?”
“Your Honor, I object to the introduction of these pictures in evidence,” Vaulding said.
“We’re not introducing them in evidence now. We’re marking them for identification.”
“Nonetheless, I object to them.”
“Your objection is noted. The court reporter will mark the pictures. How many are there?”
“Four,” Manning said.
“Very well. Let’s have them marked Defendant’s Exhibits B-One-through-Four.”
When the pictures had been marked, Steve Winslow selected one and approached the witness. “Mr. Manning, I hand you a photograph marked Defendant’s Exhibit B-Two and ask you what it depicts?”
“That shows a test bullet fired from the gun, People’s Exhibit Three, on the comparison microscope with the fatal bullet.”
“The bullets are aligned?”
Manning frowned. “Once again, the bullets are not aligned. An attempt was made to align them, which I could not do. Let me put it this way. The bullets are aligned in as much as it was possible to do so. There was only one real point of similarity.”
“And what does that indicate to you?”
“That the bullets don’t match.”
“I know. I understand that’s your contention. I mean, what do you think that point of similarity represents?”
“That would be an example of class characteristic.”
“The class characteristic caused the match?”
“That’s right.”
“Tell me, would that be the same class characteristic that is shown in the test bullet fired from People’s Exhibit Four?”
“As to that, I’m not sure.”
“Well, take a look.”
Steve handed him back the other photo.
Manning studied the two photographs side by side. “It would appear to be the same mark.”
/> “The same class characteristic?”
“That is correct.”
“So these photos show the fatal bullet and the test bullets in basically the same position?”
“Yes, they do.”
“I see. Tell me, Mr. Manning. Did you by any chance compare a test bullet from the gun, People’s Exhibit Four, with a test bullet from the gun, People’s Exhibit Three, on the comparison microscope.”
Manning stared at him. “Of course not. What would be the point? We know they’re from different guns.”
“But they each lined up with the fatal bullet. At least in this one regard. It makes me wonder how well they would line up with each other.
“Your Honor, at this point I would like to ask that the witness be instructed to make that comparison.”
“Oh, Your Honor,” Vaulding said. “That’s totally irrelevant and immaterial. We’re talking about two separate guns.”
“And bullets that match, at least in one respect.”
“It’s not a case of these bullets possibly matching. We have the guns here in court. Each one fired a bullet. The test bullets we fired ourselves. We know they don’t match. There’s no reason we should have to prove that.”
“I’m obviously not trying to prove that, Your Honor,” Steve said. “Both bullets do match the fatal bullet, at least in one aspect. I think I have a right to know how well they match each other.”
“I think so, too,” Judge Hendrick said. “And it is so ordered. Mr. Winslow, will that conclude your cross-examination at this time?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Mr. Vaulding, do you have any redirect on the evidence so far, or would you care to wait till the witness is recalled?”
“You’re bringing him back again, Your Honor?”
“I’ve already said so, Mr. Vaulding. You may question the witness then, now, or both. What is your intention?”
“I have no questions at this time.”
“Very well. The witness is excused, but you will return tomorrow morning, having made that comparison.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Very well. Call your next witness.”
“Call Donald Walcott.”
As Donald Walcott took the stand, it occurred to Steve maybe he should have coached him a little. The young man exuded resentment. Steve realized Vaulding probably would have had no problem getting him declared a hostile witness. Still, there was no need to dump it in his lap.