'And when you entered the home of Guy Bernhardt the night before last, what did you find?'
'Guy Bernhardt was aiming a shotgun at Chrissy Bernhardt, and she was aiming a Beretta 950 at him.'
Abe had me identity the two weapons, the massive shotgun and the little pistol.
'Did either party threaten to shoot the other?' Abe asked.
'They each threatened the other,' I said.
'What did you do, Jake?'
'I asked Guy to put down the shotgun, and he refused.'
'Then what happened?'
'Two shots were fired, one by each of the parties.'
'Who fired the first shot?'
Chrissy looked at me with haunting green eyes. Seeking, pleading. Abe Socolow stood a foot away, his hand resting on the witness chair. Twenty-three grand jurors, solid citizens all, waited for me to answer.
So I did.
I followed Charlie's advice.
Half of it, at least.
I did what I thought was right.
