Pickens nodded.
“And the jurors are going to come from around here, aren’t they?”
“Yes, of course, but-”
“How can we hope to pretend that the jury can be unbiased and unaffected by all the turmoil? This city is up in arms.”
“It’s not my fault your man is a terrorist. We all pay for the sins of our past.
“It’s not a sin to want your grandchildren to know what a forest looks like,” Ben said. “But it would be a sin to allow George Zakin to be railroaded just because the community is in a stir about eco-terrorists. Regardless of the evidence, the jury will associate him with the turmoil in the community. Even if only subconsciously, they’ll vote guilty in the hope that it will put their anxiety to rest.”
“You’ll have the right to question the jurors during voir dire,” Pickens said. “And I can promise you I won’t allow any irrelevant matters to be brought up during trial.”
“But eco-terrorism is not irrelevant,” Granny said, rising to her feet. “To the contrary, the defendant’s political and environmental beliefs form the basis for … one theory of motive.”
“You see?” Ben said. “You know what she’s saying? She’s saying she has no intention of avoiding those irrelevant matters. Just the opposite. She’s going to fan the flames and milk the controversy for everything it’s worth. She’s going to try to whip the jury into a frenzy, to try to scare them into voting guilty.”
Pickens shook his head. “I will say this only one more time, Mr. Kincaid. I will not permit
In other words, Ben thought, you don’t plan to do a damn thing. “Judge, please-this is not right. You’ve got to stop this from happening.”
“What do you expect me to do? Cancel the trial? Set your man free?”
“No. Just move the trial somewhere else. Grant my motion for a change of venue.”
“I’ve already ruled on that motion.”
“I’m urging it again.”
“Mr. Kincaid, once I’ve ruled-”
“Your honor, the circumstances have changed. This town has changed.”
Pickens’s voice rose sharply. “I will not revisit a matter that has already been resolved. I gave your motion my full and complete consideration at the appropriate time. I will not second-guess every decision throughout the course of the trial.”
“Then at least grant me a continuance, your honor. Postpone the trial for a week, maybe two. Give the town some time to cool down.”
“That’s what this is all about, isn’t it, Kincaid? A delay game. You delay the trial by changing the venue, by postponing the start date. Buying your man time.”
“Your honor, that’s not-”
“Well, I won’t be a party to it. This murder trial will begin Monday morning, as scheduled. And that’s the end of it.”
“Your honor, please!”
Pickens pointed his gavel at Ben. “Kincaid, I’ve already ruled.”
“But-”
“Kincaid, if I hear one more word out of you, I’ll have you locked up!”
Ben bit down on his lip.
“I’ve put up with you as long as I have because I know you’re from out of town. Maybe it’s considered acceptable to treat the court in this contemptuous manner where you come from, but I will not tolerate it. Understand me?”
Ben slowly nodded, smoldering.
“Now I expect you to be in this courtroom ready to try your case Monday morning at nine sharp. And no more bellyaching, whining, or trying to get out of it. Got it?”
Ben wanted to say something, but thought better of it. He could see the sergeant at arms edging closer, just waiting for Judge Pickens to give him the nod. “Got it. Your honor.”
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. You need anything, Granny?”
“Not at all,” she said, smiling. “The prosecution is ready to proceed.”
“I’m glad to hear someone is.” He banged his gavel. “This pretrial hearing is ended.”
Everyone in the courtroom who wasn’t already standing rose, and barely a second later, Pickens had disappeared into chambers.
Granny offered Ben a smile. “Smooth work with the judge,” she said. “I think you’re really starting to grow on him.”
Ben gathered his things and left.
Ben hadn’t been on the street for five minutes before he stumbled across trouble. There was a crowd gathering off Garfield, not far from Bunyan’s. About forty people were huddled together in two distinct groups. He couldn’t make out any of the many voices he heard, but he could tell the voices were loud. And angry.
As he approached, he saw Deirdre and Doc and Molly and two other Green Rage team members. He was glad to see they were all right. Apparently they had been at the camp when the strike team arrived to destroy it. They’d had to flee, before they became victims like the others.
Most of the onlookers, the ones in the larger group, were loggers, or so Ben guessed. A few appeared to be mere spectators, locals probably, passersby attracted by the noise and conflict. But Ben noticed that all of them were standing behind the loggers. Green Rage stood alone.
“I want to know who did it!” Deirdre was screaming. “And I want to know now!
The response was loud and confused. There was no designated speaker for the loggers; several spoke at once. Ben managed to pick up some pieces. “Don’t know what you’re talking about” and “Go back where you came from.” Another voice rang out from the back: “Not like your people ain’t destroyed our stuff!”
“That’s different. This was scientific equipment. It couldn’t have been used to hurt anyone or anything.”
“Tell it to someone who cares!” the voice in the rear shouted.
“Three of my friends have been hurt,” Deirdre said. “One of them is in the hospital. He’s been whipped! Do you understand what I’m saying?
More scattered, simultaneous responses. “Don’t know nothin’ ’bout it” and “Probably deserved it.” The crowd became louder and jeering. Several people shot unkind epithets in Deirdre’s direction, most relating to her appearance or making sexual innuendos.
“And he wasn’t the only one!” Molly added. “A
The crowd became more subdued. Apparently this bit of information was not yet common knowledge.
“We will not be frightened off!” Deirdre cried. “We will not let you destroy the forest!”
That brought the crowd back to life again. The shouting rose to a fever pitch. Fists were clenched. The two groups moved closer together.
Ben cut his way through the ranks, trying to intercede. “Deirdre, what are you doing? You’re not a rabble- rouser.”
“They destroyed my gear,” Deirdre said, a catch in her throat. “They almost killed my-Rick. I have to do something.”
“But this isn’t accomplishing anything.”
The corner of her lips turned slightly. “You might be surprised.”
“All this is doing is stirring up more unrest. Now let’s stop it.”
Deirdre glanced over Ben’s shoulder. “Well, perhaps you’re right.”
“I know I am.” He turned to face the loggers. “That’s it, folks. Show’s over. Go home.”
Grumbling and swearing, the crowd dispersed. A moment later, Deirdre said good-bye and started moving away with her Green Rage companions.
Three of the loggers had been driving pickups. Almost simultaneously, the pickups roared to life, shot into drive, lurched out of the parking lot …
