The Night Fire (Harry Bosch #22) - Michael Connelly Page 0,9
Judge Montgomery?”
“I did, yes.”
“You saw that he was stabbed three times in close proximity under the right armpit, correct?”
“Yes, I did.”
Saldano stood and objected.
“Your Honor, where is he going with this?” she asked. “This is beyond the scope of my cross-examination.”
Falcone looked at Haller.
“I was wondering the same thing, Mr. Haller.”
“Judge, it is somewhat new territory but I did reserve the right to recall Dr. Stein. If the prosecution wants, we can go to lunch and I will recall him right afterward, or we can just take care of this right here. I’ll be quick.”
“The objection is overruled,” the judge said. “Proceed, Mr. Haller.”
“Thank you, Judge,” Haller said.
He turned his attention back to the witness.
“Doctor, there are vital blood vessels in the area of the body where Judge Montgomery was stabbed, are there not?”
“Yes, blood vessels leading directly to and from the heart.”
“Do you have Mr. Herstadt’s personal files?”
“I do.”
“Did he ever serve in the military?”
“No, he did not.”
“Any medical training?”
“None that I am aware of.”
“How could he have known to stab the judge in the very specifically vulnerable spot under the judge’s—”
“Objection!”
Saldano was back on her feet.
“Judge, this witness has no expertise that would allow him to hazard even a guess at what counsel was about to ask him.”
The judge agreed.
“If you want to pursue that, Mr. Haller, bring in a wound expert,” Falcone said. “This witness is not that.”
“Your Honor,” Haller said. “You sustained the objection without giving me a chance to argue the point.”
“I did and I’d do it again, Mr. Haller. Do you have any other questions for the witness?”
“I don’t.”
“Ms. Saldano?”
Saldano thought for a moment but then said she had no further questions. Before the judge could tell the jury to take a lunch break, Haller addressed the court.
“Your Honor,” he said, “I expected Ms. Saldano to spend most of the afternoon on cross-examination of Dr. Stein. And I thought I would take up the rest of it on redirect. This is quite a surprise.”
“What are you telling me, Mr. Haller?” the judge asked, his tone already tinged with consternation.
“My next witness is my DNA expert coming in from New York. She doesn’t land until four o’clock.”
“Do you have a witness you can take out of order and bring in after lunch?”
“No, Your Honor, I don’t.”
“Very well.”
The judge was clearly unhappy. He turned and addressed the jury, telling its members they were finished for the day. He told them to go home and avoid any media coverage of the trial and to be back in the morning at nine. Throwing a glare at Haller, the judge explained to the jurors that they would begin hearing testimony before the usual ten o’clock start in order to make up lost time.
Everyone waited until the jurors had filed into the assembly room and then the judge turned more of his frustration on Haller.
“Mr. Haller, I think you know I don’t like working half days when I have scheduled full days of court.”
“Yes, Your Honor. Neither do I.”
“You should have brought your witness in yesterday so that she would be available no matter how things progressed in the case.”
“Yes, Your Honor. But that would have meant paying for another night in a hotel and, as the court knows, my client is indigent and I was appointed to the case by the court at significantly reduced fees. My request to the court administrator to bring my expert in a day earlier was denied for financial reasons.”
“Mr. Haller, that’s all well and good, but there are highly qualified DNA experts right here in Los Angeles. Why is it necessary to fly your expert in from New York?”
That was the first question that had come to Bosch’s mind as well.
“Well, Judge, I don’t really think it would be fair for me to have to reveal defense strategy to the prosecution,” Haller said. “But I can say that my expert is at the top of the game in her specialty field of DNA analysis and that this will become apparent when she testifies tomorrow.”
The judge studied Haller for a long moment, seemingly trying to decide whether to continue the argument. Finally he relented.
“Very well,” he said. “Court is adjourned until nine o’clock tomorrow. Have your witness ready at that time, Mr. Haller, or there will be consequences.”