Trial Junkies

Hardwick shrugged. 'Depends on how fast I'm traveling, but I'd say about ten or fifteen minutes at the most.'

'Ten or fifteen minutes,' Abernathy said, then thanked Hardwick and turned to Waverly. 'Your witness, counsel.'

As if to demonstrate that Abernathy's show and tell was much ado about nothing, Waverly didn't get up from her chair. Instead, she flipped open a legal pad and glanced at it.

'Mr. Hardwick, on the subject of dog hair on your clothes, can you think of anyone other than pet stylists who might be subject to this problem?'

'Well, most dog owners, for one,' he said. 'Dogs shed quite a bit during the course of the average day.'

'And how many dog owners would you say there are in the Chicago area alone? Thousands? Millions?'

'Objection,' Abernathy said. 'Calls for speculation.'

'Question withdrawn.' Waverly made a quick notation on the pad, flipped the page, and switched gears. 'Mr. Hardwick, when Ms. Baldacci clocked out for those extended lunch hours, did she ever tell you why she needed the extra time?'

'She said she had personal business to take care of.'

'Did she ever elaborate on the nature of that personal business?'

'No,' Hardwick said.

'So you have no way of knowing where she went during her time off?'

'No,' Hardwick said.

'Do you have any way of knowing whether or not she walked to the Dumont Hotel?'

'No,' Hardwick said.

'In fact, you yourself testified that the walk to the Dumont takes about ten or fifteen minutes. When you went to the sushi restaurant nearby, did you ever need to take an extended lunch hour to get there and back?'

'No,' Hardwick said.

'So isn't it possible that the show and tell you and Mr. Abernathy just put on was much ado about nothing?'

'Objection,' Abernathy shouted.

'Sustained.'

Waverly scribbled something on the legal pad again, then flipped the page and continued. 'What about my client's demeanor at work? Was she ever uncooperative or did she show any anger toward you or her follow employees?'

'Not anger, no. And she was never uncooperative. But I did sometimes get the impression that I wasn't her favorite person in the world.'

'And why did you get that impression?'

Hardwick shrugged. 'Just a feeling I had. I have strict rules and I'm sure there's quite a bit of talk behind my back, but I'm there to run a business, not win a popularity contest.'

'Did she ever threaten you or anyone else in the salon with bodily harm?'

'No,' Hardwick said. 'Not that I'm aware of.'

'Did you consider her dangerous in any way?'

'No, not at all,' Hardwick said.

'And during the two months she worked for you, did she ever once mention her ongoing custody battle with her ex-husband? Or the name Jennifer Keating?'

'No,' Hardwick said. 'Beyond work concerns, she didn't really talk to me much at all. She simply did her job.'

'So did you ever confront her about these extended lunch hours and express your unhappiness about them?'

'Yes.'

'And when was this?'

'I believe it was the day Ms. Keating was laid to rest. Ronnie asked to leave an hour early to attend a funeral and I told her I'd give her thirty minutes and nothing more. That if she wanted a career at the Cuttery, I expected her to do her full eight hours every day from there on out.'

'And how did she react to this? Did she protest or complain? Get into an argument with you?'

'No,' Hardwick said. 'Although I can't imagine she was too happy about it. She did express concern about being late for the funeral, but I stood my ground and she went back to work.'

Waverly paused, seeming to mull something over, then said, 'Mr. Hardwick, they say an attorney should never ask a question she doesn't already know the answer to, but you strike me as a man of integrity who takes great pride in telling the truth. So I think this next question is worth the risk.'

Hardwick straightened in his chair, obviously surprised and pleased by the flattery.

'You worked with Ms. Baldacci nearly every day for two months,' Waverly continued. 'So when you learned about her arrest for murder, what was your very first reaction? The very first thing that came to mind?'

'Objection.'

'I'll allow it,' O'Donnell said.

Hardwick hesitated, glancing at Ronnie, then returned his gaze to Waverly. 'Well… to be perfectly honest, I couldn't quite believe it.'

'And why is that?'

'At the risk of sounding foolish, I work with animals every day and I've learned over the years that people are very much like their canine counterparts. There are those who bite and those who get bitten. And despite what she may have thought of me personally, Ronnie never struck me as the kind who bites.'

This, Hutch thought, was the most accurate characterization of Ronnie he'd heard. Hopefully the jury would take it to heart, as well.

Waverly dropped her pen to the legal pad. 'Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Hardwick. I have no further questions.'

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'Your Honor, the prosecution calls Ms. Nadine Overman to the stand.'

Hutch, Matt and Andy exchanged glances as the court deputy crossed to the witness room door, opened it a crack and ducked his head inside.

'Here we go,' Andy murmured. 'Judas is in the building.'

Gus leaned toward him. 'This woman is a friend of yours, right?'

'Depends on your definition.'

Hutch ignored the exchange. He was thinking instead about Abernathy's trial strategy. First, he had presented the lead investigating detective who, despite Waverly's expert cross, had provided two key pieces of evidence that wouldn't be forgotten-the sweatshirt and the phone calls. This was followed by Jenny's secretary, who further hammered home the importance of those calls, then Raymond Hardwick, demonstrating that Ronnie had had ample opportunity to make them.

Now it was Nadine's turn, and she would provide direct evidence against Ronnie's character, proving-in the minds of some, at least-that Ronnie had been hostile toward Jenny.

Hutch figured the forensic testimony would follow, confirming the origin of the blood on the hoodie, as well as digging deeper into the question of the dog hairs. And even though Waverly had managed to point out that those hairs could have come from just about anyone, the jurors were likely to believe the simplest explanation:

That they had originated with the killer.

And that killer was Ronnie.

It was a carefully constructed case full of circumstantial evidence, and by the time Abernathy was done, the jurors wouldn't even remember or care that Detective Meyer was a misogynist pig, or that Ronnie and Carlene Harding had never met face to face, or that Raymond Hardwick had claimed that his one-time employee was not a