worked hard every day manipulating the system on behalf of their clients, but the rules were applied fairly. The system worked because the judges and jurors were impartial and unbiased. To allow Lucien Wilbanks and the Padgitts to corrupt the process would cause irreparable damage.
There was a consensus that a hung jury was entirely possible. As a believable witness, Lydia Vince left much to be desired, but the jurors were not as savvy about fabricated testimony and crooked clients. The lawyers agreed that Fargarson, 'the crippled boy,' appeared hostile to the prosecution. After two full days and almost fifteen hours of watching the jurors, the lawyers felt they could read them.
Mr. John Deere also had them worried. His real name was Mo Teale and he'd been a mechanic down at the tractor place for over twenty years. He was a simple man with a limited wardrobe. Late Monday afternoon when the jury was finally selected and Judge Loopus sent them home to hurriedly pack for the bus, Mo had simply loaded up his week's supply of work uniforms. Each morning he marched into the jury box wearing a bright yellow shirt with green trim and green pants with yellow trim, as if he was ready for another vigorous day of pulling wrenches.
Mo sat with his arms crossed and frowned whenever Ernie Gaddis was on his feet. His body language terrified the prosecution.
Harry Rex thought it was important to find Lydia's estranged husband. If they were in fact going through a divorce, it was more than likely not an amicable one. It was difficult to believe she was having an affair with Danny Padgitt, but at the same time it seemed likely that the woman was no stranger to extramarital activity. The husband might have testimony that could severely discredit Lydia's.
Ernie wanted to dig into her private life. He wanted to create doubt about her finances so he could yell at the jury, 'How can she live so comfortably when she's unemployed and going through a divorce?'
'Because she got twenty-five thousand dollars from the Padgitts,' one of the lawyers said. Speculation about the amount of the bribe became a running debate as the night wore on.
The search for Malcolm Vince began with Harry Rex and two others calling every lawyer within five counties. Around 10 P.M. they found a lawyer in Corinth, two hours away, who said he had met with a Malcolm Vince once about a divorce, but had not been retained. Mr. Vince was living in a trailer somewhere out in the boondocks near the Tishomingo County line. He could not remember where he worked, but he was sure he had written it down in his file at the office. The District Attorney himself got on the phone and coaxed the lawyer back to the office.
At eight o'clock the next morning, about the time I was leaving Ginger at the motel, Judge Loopus readily agreed to order a subpoena for Malcolm Vince. Twenty minutes later, a Corinth city policeman stopped a forklift in a warehouse and informed its operator that a subpoena had just been issued for his appearance in a murder trial over in Ford County.
'What the hell for?' Mr. Vince demanded.
'I'm just following orders,' the policeman said.
'What am I supposed to do?'
'You got two choices, pal,' explained the cop. 'Stay here with me till they come get you, or we can leave now and get it over with.' Malcolm's boss told him to leave and hurry back.
After a ninety-minute delay, the jury was brought in. Mr. John Deere was as spiffy as ever, but the rest were beginning to look tired. It seemed like the trial had been going on for a month.
Miss Callie searched me out and gave me a restrained grin, not one of her spectacular day-brighteners. She was still clutching a small New Testament.
Ernie rose and informed the court that he had no further questions for Lydia Vince. Lucien said he was through with her too. Ernie said he had a rebuttal witness he would like to call out of order. Lucien Wilbanks objected and they haggled over it at the bench. When Lucien learned who the witness was, he became visibly upset. A good sign.
Evidently Judge Loopus was concerned about a bad verdict as well. He ruled against the defense, and a thoroughly bewildered Malcolm Vince was called into the packed courtroom to testify. Ernie had spent less than ten minutes with him in a back room, so he was as unprepared as he was confused.
Ernie started slow, with the basics-name, address, employment, recent family history. Malcolm somewhat reluctantly admitted being married to Lydia and shared her desire to escape from the union. He said he had seen neither his wife nor his child in about a month. His recent employment history was spotty at best, but he tried to send her $50 a week to support the child.
He knew she was unemployed but living in a nice apartment. 'You're not paying for her apartment?' Ernie asked with great suspicion, glancing warily at the jury.
'No sir, I am not.'
'Is her family paying for her apartment?'
'Her family couldn't pay for one night in a motel,' Malcolm said with no small amount of satisfaction.
Once excused, Lydia had left the courtroom and was probably in the process of fleeing the country. Her act was complete, her performance over, her fee collected. She would never again set foot in Ford County. It's doubtful her presence would have inhibited Malcolm's testimony, but her absence gave him free rein to take all the cheap shots he wanted.
'You're not close to her family?' Ernie asked, a throwaway question.
'Most of them are in jail.'
'I see. She testified yesterday that a couple of months ago she bought a 1968 Ford Mustang. Did you help her with this purchase?'
'I did not.'
'Any idea how this unemployed woman could make this purchase?' Ernie asked, glancing at Danny Padgitt.
'No.'
'Do you know if she's made any other unusual purchases lately?'
Malcolm looked at the jury, saw some friendly faces, and said, 'Yeah, she bought a new color television for herself and a new motorcycle for her brother.'
It appeared as if everyone at the defense table had stopped breathing. The strategy over there had been to sneak Lydia in quietly, let her tell her lies, verify the alibi, get her off the stand, then push the case to a verdict before she could be discredited. She had known very few people in the county and now lived an hour away.
The strategy was unraveling with disastrous results, and the entire courtroom could see and feel the tension between Lucien and his client.
'Do you know a man by the name of Danny Padgitt?' Ernie asked.
'Never heard of him,' Malcolm said.
'Your wife testified yesterday that she had been having an affair with him for almost a year.'
It's rare to see an unsuspecting husband confronted with such news in such a public manner, but Malcolm seemed to handle it well. 'That so?' he said.
'Yes sir. She testified the affair ended about two months ago.'
'Well, sir, I'll tell you—that's kinda hard to believe.'
'And why is that?'
Malcolm was squirming, suddenly interested in his feet. 'Well, it's really kinda personal, you know,' he said.
'Yes, Mr. Vince, I'm sure it is. But sometimes personal matters have to be discussed in open court. A man is on trial here, charged with murder. This is serious business, and we need to know the truth.'
Malcolm swung his left leg over his right knee and scratched his chin for a few seconds. 'Well, sir, it's like this. We stopped havin' sex about two years ago. That's why we're gettin' a divorce, you know.'
'Any particular reason you stopped having sex?' Ernie asked as he held his breath.
'Yes sir. She told me she hated sex with me, said it made her sick to her stomach. Said she preferred sex with, you know, other ladies.'
Though he knew what answer was coming, Ernie managed to appear sufficiently shocked. Along with everyone else. He backed away from the podium and huddled with Hank Hooten, just a brief break to allow the jurors to fully absorb the blow. Finally, he said, 'No further questions, Your Honor.'
