"You explained the importance of the two pieces of steel plate, so I took my samples from the middle of one side so as not to affect the end with the tool markings. I placed each exhibit in a vise and made a vee-notch cut that allowed me to obtain two one-hundred-milligram-size samples."
"How big is that, Dr. Shirov?"
"Oh, say the size of a sunflower seed."
"And that was enough for an accurate test?"
"Yes."
"What did you do after you obtained the samples?"
"I put each sample in a pre-cleaned vial and washed it in distilled water to remove adhering material. Then I dried the samples overnight.
"The next day, I placed each sample in a pre-cleaned polyethylene vial and heat-sealed the vials. The sealed vials were the-' placed inside a polyethylene irradiation container, called a 'rabbit,' for irradiation in the nuclear reactor's pneumatic tube facility. This is similar to the pneumatic tube system used in drive-in banks, but ours ends up in the core of the reactor."
Reynolds returned to the counsel table and picked up two lead containers, approximately two inches in diameter and four inches tall and handed them to Dr. Shirov.
"Dr. Shirov, I am handing you what have been marked as Defense Exhibits 201 and 202. Can you identify these exhibits?"
"Certainly. These are what we call lead pigs and they are used for housing radioactive samples."
"Are the samples dangerous?"
"No. Not at this time."
"What is in these lead pigs?"
"The samples I took from Exhibits 36 and 37."
"If the state wished, could its own scientists retest these samples?"
"Yes, but they would probably want to use fresh samples from the steel plates."
"Thank you. Go on with your explanation, Doctor."
"I performed a five-minute irradiation on each sample. Then I retrieved the samples. Next I punctured the vials with a hypodermic needle and flushed out the radioactive argon gas produced when argon, which occurs naturally in air, is irradiated in a reactor. The vials were then placed in a clear plastic bag and put in front of a high-resolution gamma ray analyzer."
"Explain what you did next."
"When a substance is exposed to neutrons some of the atoms may absorb a neutron and become radioactive. These atoms decay differently depending on the identity of the original atom. No two radioactive nuclides decay with the same half-life and energy.
Therefore, by measuring the energy of the gamma rays emitted during decay at known times after these samples were removed from the reactor, I was able to identify many of the elements in the samples by analyzing the data from the gamma ray detector. I counted the gamma rays emitted at one, five, ten and thirty minutes after the end of the irradiation. I counted the sample again at two and twenty-four hours after the end of the irradiation. The data for each gamma ray count was stored on a disk for later analysis. After the data was on the disk, I used a computer program to identify the energies of the gamma rays."
"Dr. Shirov, what conclusions did you draw from the test data?"
"Mr. Reynolds, I have concluded, after reviewing the information obtained from the analysis, that there is no evidence to support a conclusion that the sample from Exhibit 36 and the sample from Exhibit 37 could have come from the same piece of steel plate. Furthermore, they could not have a common source of origin."
Tracy was stunned and she could tell by the look on Chuck Geddes's face that she was not alone. The two metal pieces so obviously fit that she had assumed they were joined once. Now it looked like she was wrong and the state's case was in shambles.
"Are you saying that Exhibit 36 and Exhibit 37 were never connected?"
Reynolds asked Dr. Shirov." "I am."
"What is the basis for your conclusion?"
"The fragments from Exhibit 37, the clean piece of steel plate, contained observable arsenic, antimony, manganese and vanadium. Exhibit 36, the sample that is charred and twisted, contains manganese, vanadium and aluminum, but no arsenic or antimony. It would not be possible for one piece of steel from a common plate to contain arsenic and antimony and another piece of steel from the same plate to be missing these elements."
"Exhibit 36 was in an explosion. Could that account for the missing elements?"
"Mr. Reynolds, it is not possible that the explosion changed the composition of the steel by removing two elements. It would be more likely that an explosion would add material."
"Dr. Shirov, did you conduct any more tests on the samples?"
"No. Since the observations were conclusive at this point, there was no purpose in further analysis."
"Thank you, Doctor. I have no further questions."
Chuck Geddes stood up. He was obviously fighting to control his emotions in front of the jury.
"May we approach the bench, Your Honor?"
Judge Baldwin motioned Geddes and Reynolds forward.
"Mr. Reynolds gave me Dr. Shirov's test results this morning . . ,"
Geddes whispered angrily.
"No need to go any further, Mr. Geddes," Judge Baldwin said.
"I assumed you'd want to reserve cross. Any objection, Mr. Reynolds?"
"No, Your Honor," Reynolds said graciously.
"Then let's take our morning recess."
As soon as the jurors filed out, Tracy grabbed Reynolds's arm.
"How did you know the two pieces of steel were different?" she asked, unable to keep the awestruck tone out of her voice.
Reynolds smiled. "I had no idea they were different, Tracy.
When I'm dealing with the state's evidence, I follow a simple rule.
I never assume any of it is what it appears to be. I thought I was wasting my time when I hired Dr. Shirov this weekend, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. Fortunately, whoever is trying to frame Abbie didn't know there was a foolproof method of telling if the two metal strips were once joined."
Reynolds turned his attention to Dr. Shirov, who had walked over to the defense table as soon as Judge Baldwin left the bench.
Tracy shook her head. Reynolds was astonishing. Now she understood why so many people, especially other lawyers, spoke of him with such reverence. And why so many clients literally owed him their lives.
Tracy saw Chuck Geddes rushing out of the courtroom and away from the humiliating events of the morning. Just as he reached the door, Neil Christenson came in with a big smile on his face. The investigator said something that made Geddes stop.
The two men conferred. Geddes's back was to Tracy, so she could not see his face, but she could see Christenson gesturing animatedly and Geddes nodding vigorously. Then Christenson stopped talking and Geddes turned and stared at Reynolds and Abbie Griffen. There was a cruel smile on his face, an expression that was hard to reconcile with the stunning blow that had been dealt to his case moments ago.
BarryFrame lived in the Pearl District, an area of northwest Portland once filled with decaying warehouses that had been rejuvenated by an infusion of art galleries and an influx of young professionals and artists who lived in the renovated lofts. Some of the bare brick walls in Barry's loft were decorated with Matthew Reynolds's nature photography. A poster from the Mount Hood Jazz Festival showing a piano floating on a pristine lake with Mount Hood in the background hung above a low white sofa.
Across from the sofa, a metal bookcase stood next to a twenty-seven-inch TV set and a state-of-the-art stereo system. Barry was listening to a CD of Stan Getz blowing a mellow sax when Tracy knocked on his door. She had called from the courthouse as soon as court ended. Barry had been in the field interviewing witnesses during the day and was anxious to be brought up to date on what had happened in the courtroom.