Rage of Angels

‘Yes or no, please.’

‘Yes.’

‘Has self-defense ever been a motive in any of those prison killings?’

‘Well, sometimes –’ He saw the expression on Jennifer’s face. ‘Yes.’

‘So, based on your vast experience, it is entirely possible, is it not, that Abraham Wilson was actually defending his own life when he killed Raymond Thorpe?’

‘I don’t think it –’

‘I asked if it is possible. Yes or no.’

‘It is highly unlikely,’ Patterson said stubbornly.

Jennifer turned to Judge Waldman. ‘Your Honor, would you please direct the witness to answer the question?’

Judge Waldman looked down at Howard Patterson. ‘The witness will answer the question.’

‘Yes.’

But the fact that his whole attitude said no had registered on the jury.

Jennifer said, ‘If the court please, I have subpoenaed from the witness some material I would like to submit now in evidence.’

District Attorney Di Silva rose. ‘What kind of material?’

‘Evidence that will prove our contention of self-defense.’

‘Objection, Your Honor.’

‘What are you objecting to?’ Jennifer asked. ‘You haven’t seen it yet.’

Judge Waldman said, ‘The court will withhold a ruling until it sees the evidence. A man’s life is at stake here. The defendant is entitled to every possible consideration.’

‘Thank you, Your Honor.’ Jennifer turned to Howard Patterson. ‘Did you bring it with you?’ she asked.

He nodded, tight-lipped. ‘Yes. But I’m doing this under protest.’

‘I think you’ve already made that very clear, Mr Patterson. May we have it, please?’

Howard Patterson looked over to the spectator area where a man in a prison guard uniform was seated. Patterson nodded to him. The guard rose and came forward, carrying a covered wooden box.

Jennifer took it from him. ‘The defense would like to place this in evidence as Exhibit A, Your Honor.’

‘What is it?’ District Attorney Di Silva demanded.

‘It’s called a goodie box.’

There was a titter from the spectators.

Judge Waldman looked down at Jennifer and said slowly, ‘Did you say a goodie box? What is in the box, Miss Parker?’

‘Weapons. Weapons that were made in Sing Sing by the prisoners for the purpose of –’

‘Objection!’ The District Attorney was on his feet, his voice a roar. He hurried toward the bench. ‘I’m willing to make allowances for my colleague’s inexperience. Your Honor, but if she intends to practice criminal law, then I would suggest she study the basic rules of evidence. There is no evidence linking anything in this so-called goodie box with the case that is being tried in this court.’

‘This box proves –’

‘This box proves nothing.’ The District Attorney’s voice was withering. He turned to Judge Waldman. ‘The State objects to the introduction of this exhibit as being immaterial and irrelevant.’

‘Objection sustained.’

And Jennifer stood there, watching her case collapse. Everything was against her: the judge, the jury, Di Silva, the evidence. Her client was going to the electric chair unless …

Jennifer took a deep breath. ‘Your Honor, this exhibit is absolutely vital to our defense. I feel –’

Judge Waldman interrupted. ‘Miss Parker, this court does not have the time or the inclination to give you instructions in the law, but the District Attorney is quite right. Before coming into this courtroom you should have acquainted yourself with the basic rules of evidence. The first rule is that you cannot introduce evidence that has not been properly prepared for. Nothing has been put into the record about the deceased being armed or not armed. Therefore, the question of these weapons becomes extraneous. You are overruled.’

Jennifer stood there, the blood rushing to her cheeks. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said stubbornly, ‘but it is not extraneous.’

‘That is enough! You may file an exception.’

‘I don’t want to file an exception. Your Honor. You’re denying my client his rights.’

‘Miss Parker, if you go any further I will hold you in contempt of court.’

‘I don’t care what you do to me,’ Jennifer said. ‘The ground has been prepared for introducing this evidence. The District Attorney prepared it himself.’

Di Silva said, ‘What? I never –’

Jennifer turned to the court stenographer. ‘Would you please read Mr Di Silva’s statement, beginning with the line, “We’ll probably never know what caused Abraham Wilson to attack …”?’

The District Attorney looked up at Judge Waldman. ‘Your Honor, are you going to allow –?’

Judge Waldman held up a hand. He turned to Jennifer. ‘This court does not need you to explain the law to it. Miss Parker. When this trial is ended, you will be held in contempt of court. Because this is a capital case, I am going to hear you out.’ He turned to the court stenographer. ‘You may proceed.’

The court stenographer turned some pages and began reading. ‘We’ll probably never know what caused Abraham Wilson to attack this harmless, defenseless little man –’

‘That’s enough,’ Jennifer interrupted. ‘Thank you.’ She looked at Robert Di Silva and said slowly, ‘Those are your words, Mr Di Silva. We’ll probably never know what caused Abraham Wilson to attack this harmless, defenseless little man …’ She turned to Judge Waldman. ‘The key word, Your Honor, is defenseless. Since the District Attorney himself told this jury that the victim was defenseless, he left an open door for us to pursue the fact that the victim might not have been defenseless, that he might, in fact, have had a weapon. Whatever is brought up in the direct is admissible in the cross.’

There was a long silence.

Judge Waldman turned to Robert Di Silva. ‘Miss Parker has a valid point. You did leave the door open.’

Robert Di Silva was looking at him unbelievingly. ‘But I only –’

‘The court will allow the evidence to be entered as Exhibit A.’