“Did you feel,” she goes on, prodding a different nerve, “that John Portman had anything to do with your dismissal from the FBI?”
“I know he did.”
“How do you know?”
“Portman had known since the Payton case that I didn’t go along with what Hoover had done.”
“Allegedly done.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“I’m warning you, Mr. Stone,” Franklin cuts in.
“How did Mr. Portman influence your dismissal?” Livy asks.
“He reported all my conversations and movements to Hoover after the director took over the Payton case.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Because he sensed that I wasn’t going to toe the line. He sensed my sympathy for Del Payton and Ike Ransom. Hoover’s standard procedure would have been to tell Portman to keep a close eye on me and report back. This was Portman’s first major case. He would have kissed Hoover’s- He’d have done whatever Hoover told him to without question.”
“What else did Portman do?”
“Two days before I was fired, evidence pertaining to the Payton case was stolen from my apartment. Portman took that.”
“I thought you told us that Director Hoover requested that all the Payton evidence be forwarded to Washington.”
“I kept copies of certain things.”
“Against direct orders?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you think it was Portman who allegedly stole this material?”
“He left me a calling card.”
“A business card?”
“No. A map.”
Livy looks less certain here. “What kind of map?”
“My evidence was hidden behind a wall panel. After the theft the panel was purposefully left out of place. When I looked inside the wall, I found a map of Natchez, Mississippi. There’d been no map there before. That was Portman’s calling card. That was the only place we’d ever served together. I suppose he thought it displayed a certain wit.”
“How do you feel about Mr. Portman personally?”
“Since he sent four men to kill me last night, I don’t feel too well disposed toward him.”
“The jury will disregard that statement,” Judge Franklin cuts in. “Confine yourself to the question, Mr. Stone.”
“All right. I think John Portman is a rich, spineless bureaucrat who didn’t get spanked enough when he was a kid.”
Franklin turns red, but Livy is ecstatic. Stone is giving her exactly what she wants. Before Franklin can reprimand him, she turns to face the jury box.
“Mr. Stone, did you enter into a conspiracy with the author Penn Cage to ruin the careers of John Portman and Leo Marston?”
He blinks in surprise. “What? Absolutely not.”
“But you see the symmetry of the suggestion?”
“I do not.”
She turns back to him with a knowing smile. “Come, now. You’re a smart man. I’m suggesting that you and Mr. Cage made a deal of sorts. Mr. Cage hated Leo Marston, you hated John Portman. Alone, neither of you could do much to destroy those men. But together-”
“Objection,” I say at last.
Livy smiles. “I withdraw the question, Your Honor. And I have no further questions for this witness.”
I can’t understand why she’s releasing Stone so soon until she says, “If this is Mr. Cage’s final witness, I would very much like to call Mr. Cage at this time as a rebuttal witness.”
Her suggestion stuns me. All I can think to say is, “Ms. Sutter is out of order, Judge.”
“Just a moment,” says Franklin. “You are excused, Mr. Stone. But don’t leave the courthouse.”
Stone makes no move to leave the witness box. He looks down at Livy with contempt and says, “You’re not worth a hangnail on Catherine Neumaier’s little finger. Your father is a murderer, and you know it. But you stand there-”
“Mr. Stone!” snaps Franklin. “Leave the stand, or I’ll be forced to hold you in contempt.”
Stone looks away from Livy like a man looking away from a dead enemy, then limps off the stand with his soldier’s bearing. As he passes me, he stops, shakes my hand, and leans close.
“I told you you didn’t want me as a witness.”
I squeeze his hand and whisper, “Bullshit. I wanted the truth, and you gave it to me. The question is, was the jury ready for it?”
As Stone passes the spectators’ benches, his cane rapping on the hardwood floor, his daughter rises, takes his elbow, and helps him toward the doors.
“Ms. Sutter,” says Judge Franklin. “This is an unusual request. Whose testimony are you calling Mr. Cage to rebut?”
“Mr. Stone’s, Your Honor.”
Franklin considers this for a few moments. “Mr. Cage, do you plan to call additional witnesses?”
I had planned to recall Portman, but now that Livy has undercut everything Stone said by making him look bent on revenge, I’m not sure what to do. And now she wants to question me? I suppose she is finally answering the question of how far she is willing to go.
“I have no more witnesses, Your Honor.”
“Does the defense rest, then?”
A strange sense of sadness flows through me, not for myself but for Althea Payton, sitting out there in the benches. She nods at me as though to say, At least we tried. “Subject to calling rebuttal witnesses, the defense rests.”
“Very well. Please take the stand, Mr. Cage.”
Without looking at Livy, I mount the steps to the witness box and seat myself. Everyone in the room is watching me. My parents. The Paytons. Austin Mackey, who looks like he’s in shock from the revelations he’s heard in the past half hour. High in the back of the court, more faces watch from the balcony, and among them the larger gleaming eyes of the CNN and WLBT cameras.
One pair of eyes is not watching me. Livy Marston’s, and it’s a damn good thing. If she had the nerve to look me in the eye while playing out this obscene charade, I might decide to stand up and announce her sins to the world. But I won’t do that. And she knows it. It’s not in me to do something like that. But maybe it is in her.
“Mr. Cage,” she says, facing the jury. “Did you and I have a romantic relationship when we attended the St. Stephens Preparatory School?”
“Yes.”
“Was it a serious relationship?”
“Define serious.”
“An extended relationship of a sexual nature.”
She has guts, I’ll give her that. “Yes.”
“When did that relationship finally end?”
Two minutes ago. “Our freshman year of college.”
“Did it end that year because my father, Leo Marston, handled a malpractice suit against your father, Thomas Cage?”
“Yes.”
“In the course of that lawsuit, did your father suffer a near-fatal heart attack?”
