'Tell the judge what you saw.'
'Mr . . . Mr. Hayes . . . He was pressed up against the glass window.' He paused. 'It was awful,' he said, shaking his head as if to clear it of his memory of the event. 'There was blood all over the window. It was coming from his eye.'
'What did you see next?'
Buckley pointed at Dupre. 'He was stabbing him.'
'Could you see what Mr. Dupre was using?'
'No. He was moving it back and forth too fast.'
'Your Honor,' Kerrigan said as he picked up an evidence bag containing the shiv, 'Ms. Jaffe has agreed to stipulate, for purposes of this hearing, that Exhibit One is the weapon that was used to stab Mr. Hayes.'
'Is that right?' Robard asked.
'Yes, Your Honor,' Amanda answered.
'Officer Buckley, did you see what happened to Mr. Hayes as a result of Mr. Dupre's attack?'
'Yes, sir. He was bleeding badly from several places.'
'Did Mr. Dupre try to attack you?'
'I was pressed up against the glass trying to see how bad Mr. Hayes was hurt, and he made stabbing motions at me.'
'Where was Mr. Hayes at that time?'
'On the floor.'
'Your Honor, for purposes of this hearing, Ms. Jaffe has agreed to stipulate that Mr. Hayes died as a result of wounds inflicted by Mr. Dupre with Exhibit One.'
'So noted. Any further questions, Mr. Kerrigan?'
'No.'
'Ms. Jaffe?' Judge Robard asked.
'A few, Your Honor,' she said, standing and walking toward the guard. 'Officer Buckley, where did you first encounter Mr. Hayes?'
'When he came off the elevator he rang me to get into the hall with the interview rooms.'
'And you took him to the interview room where Mr. Dupre was waiting?'
'Yes.'
'Did you search Mr. Hayes before you let him into the interview room?'
Buckley looked surprised by the question. 'I don't ever do that. They search the lawyers downstairs before they send them up.'
'So your answer is that you did not search Mr. Hayes?'
'Right. Yes.'
'Did you have Mr. Hayes and Mr. Dupre in your sight continuously after you locked Mr. Hayes in?'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'Another lawyer came up on the elevator and I let him in to see a prisoner.'
'How long were Mr. Dupre and Mr. Hayes out of your sight from the time you locked in Mr. Hayes until you saw the two of them fighting?'
'I don't know. Probably a minute, maybe two.'
'So you have no idea what happened in the interview room between the time you locked Mr. Hayes in and the time you saw the men in the middle of their fight?'
'No, ma'am.'
'No further questions.'
'No further questions,' Kerrigan said, 'and no other witnesses, Your Honor.'
'Ms. Jaffe?' Robard asked.
'One witness, Your Honor. Mr. Dupre calls Larry McKenzie.'
'What?' the startled jail guard said.
Kerrigan and the judge also looked surprised but Robard recovered quickly and beckoned the redheaded bodybuilder to the stand. McKenzie glowered at Amanda as he walked past her, but Amanda was concentrating on her notes and didn't notice.
'Officer McKenzie,' Amanda asked when the guard was sworn, 'you were manning the reception desk at the jail on the day that Wendell Hayes was killed, were you not?'
'Yeah.'
'Please describe the reception area and the process you go through when an attorney comes to the jail for a
