smiling. At her.
“I peeked in this morning. Saw your examination of that private eye. Fantastic job, Yuki,” he said. “I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, Len. LaVan just called us into chambers,” Yuki said, taking the chair in front of his desk.
“Oh? What was that about?”
“Hoffman had the defendant’s kids in the courtroom, half to gain sympathy from the jury, half to rattle me. I objected, but LaVan overruled me.
“So I’ve got the Martins’ nanny on the stand, and she says if she’d called the police on Candace, Dennis would still be alive. And, Len, the little boy just
screams
for his nanny. Nanny calls out to him from the stand, ‘There, there, I’m here, baby.’ ”
“Huh, huh, huh,” Parisi grunted sympathetically.
“Court’s adjourned for the day. The judge says to me and Hoffman, ‘You two. See you in back.’ He tells Hoffman, any more out of the kids, he’s barring them from the courthouse.”
“Good. LaVan doesn’t kid around.”
“Len, tell me what you make of this. Hoffman came up to me afterward,” Yuki told her boss. “He said, ‘You know, Ellen Lafferty’s testimony was a pack of lies.’ I said, ‘Well, I sure didn’t see that on cross.’ Hoffman wanted to talk to me about it, but I didn’t have time. I knew it was just going to be more of his B.S.”
“Sure. He’s trying to mess with your head, Yuki. Shake your confidence. Disrupt your momentum, that SOB. Listen, switching gears, I’ve been wanting to tell you. Craig Jasper is leaving. Moving to San Diego at the end of the month.”
Craig Jasper was a bright light in the department and had been Parisi’s protégé. Yuki told Red Dog she was sorry, but he waved the comment away.
“I see opportunities for you, Yuki. You just need a couple of wins under your belt.”
Yuki’s face brightened and she nodded. She would love to get an upgrade in status and pay grade. It was really time. The Martin case had been important a minute ago, and it just got more important.
“I’ve got a good feeling about this case,” she said, standing to leave.
“Me, too,” said Red Dog. And he smiled again.
Yuki fixed her makeup in the bathroom at the end of the hallway. She was psyched at the idea of the job and more responsibility, but it also meant more pressure. And she already had no shortage of that.
She had a date later with a guy who was almost too gorgeous for her. She hoped she could calm down and not talk too much, not scare the guy off.
They had a lot in common. The guy was a cop.
Chapter 23
I WAS LEAVING for the day when Phil Hoffman galloped up to me in the all-day lot across from the Hall. I like Hoffman, even though his job is getting off killers and perverts and other living human garbage. He was one of the few criminal defense attorneys I’d met who could actually pull off this kind of dirty work without acting smug about it.
On the other hand, Yuki was locked in mortal combat with Hoffman and she was my friend.
“Hey, Phil,” I said as he pulled up next to the spot where I’d parked my Explorer. I took off my jacket and tossed it into the backseat.
“Lindsay, I need your help.”
“Can we talk tomorrow?” I asked him. “I’ve been slogging through hell all day,” I said, thinking of the dozens of consecutivehours I’d been working on finding the Richardson baby.
“This will only take a minute.”
“Okay, then. Shoot.”
“You’re aware of Candace Martin?”
“Sure. My colleague Paul Chi worked the Martin case. And Yuki, of course.”
“Yes. That’s right,” Hoffman said, putting his briefcase down on the asphalt. He ran a hand through his hair. “Something new has come up regarding the testimony of one of the witnesses. I asked Yuki to hear me out, but I’m the enemy. She’s not inclined to believe anything I say.”
“Phil, why don’t you just say your piece in court?”
“If I could get Yuki’s ear out of court, it would be better for all concerned. This new
“I peeked in this morning. Saw your examination of that private eye. Fantastic job, Yuki,” he said. “I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, Len. LaVan just called us into chambers,” Yuki said, taking the chair in front of his desk.
“Oh? What was that about?”
“Hoffman had the defendant’s kids in the courtroom, half to gain sympathy from the jury, half to rattle me. I objected, but LaVan overruled me.
“So I’ve got the Martins’ nanny on the stand, and she says if she’d called the police on Candace, Dennis would still be alive. And, Len, the little boy just
screams
for his nanny. Nanny calls out to him from the stand, ‘There, there, I’m here, baby.’ ”
“Huh, huh, huh,” Parisi grunted sympathetically.
“Court’s adjourned for the day. The judge says to me and Hoffman, ‘You two. See you in back.’ He tells Hoffman, any more out of the kids, he’s barring them from the courthouse.”
“Good. LaVan doesn’t kid around.”
“Len, tell me what you make of this. Hoffman came up to me afterward,” Yuki told her boss. “He said, ‘You know, Ellen Lafferty’s testimony was a pack of lies.’ I said, ‘Well, I sure didn’t see that on cross.’ Hoffman wanted to talk to me about it, but I didn’t have time. I knew it was just going to be more of his B.S.”
“Sure. He’s trying to mess with your head, Yuki. Shake your confidence. Disrupt your momentum, that SOB. Listen, switching gears, I’ve been wanting to tell you. Craig Jasper is leaving. Moving to San Diego at the end of the month.”
Craig Jasper was a bright light in the department and had been Parisi’s protégé. Yuki told Red Dog she was sorry, but he waved the comment away.
“I see opportunities for you, Yuki. You just need a couple of wins under your belt.”
Yuki’s face brightened and she nodded. She would love to get an upgrade in status and pay grade. It was really time. The Martin case had been important a minute ago, and it just got more important.
“I’ve got a good feeling about this case,” she said, standing to leave.
“Me, too,” said Red Dog. And he smiled again.
Yuki fixed her makeup in the bathroom at the end of the hallway. She was psyched at the idea of the job and more responsibility, but it also meant more pressure. And she already had no shortage of that.
She had a date later with a guy who was almost too gorgeous for her. She hoped she could calm down and not talk too much, not scare the guy off.
They had a lot in common. The guy was a cop.
Chapter 23
I WAS LEAVING for the day when Phil Hoffman galloped up to me in the all-day lot across from the Hall. I like Hoffman, even though his job is getting off killers and perverts and other living human garbage. He was one of the few criminal defense attorneys I’d met who could actually pull off this kind of dirty work without acting smug about it.
On the other hand, Yuki was locked in mortal combat with Hoffman and she was my friend.
“Hey, Phil,” I said as he pulled up next to the spot where I’d parked my Explorer. I took off my jacket and tossed it into the backseat.
“Lindsay, I need your help.”
“Can we talk tomorrow?” I asked him. “I’ve been slogging through hell all day,” I said, thinking of the dozens of consecutivehours I’d been working on finding the Richardson baby.
“This will only take a minute.”
“Okay, then. Shoot.”
“You’re aware of Candace Martin?”
“Sure. My colleague Paul Chi worked the Martin case. And Yuki, of course.”
“Yes. That’s right,” Hoffman said, putting his briefcase down on the asphalt. He ran a hand through his hair. “Something new has come up regarding the testimony of one of the witnesses. I asked Yuki to hear me out, but I’m the enemy. She’s not inclined to believe anything I say.”
“Phil, why don’t you just say your piece in court?”
“If I could get Yuki’s ear out of court, it would be better for all concerned. This new
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