"Maybe you didn't understand the question," Boland interrupted, taking a step toward Webb. "Rather than voluntarily coming forward and putting yourself at risk, you let Catherine go to jail. Isn't that correct? "
Webb cast a glance at Gates, perhaps hoping for an objection. "Yes, that's correct."
Boland let the answer hang for a minute. "And this is the lady you called-" he checked his notes-"a 'personal friend' yesterday. Is this the way you treat all your friends?"
"Objection!"
"I'll withdraw it, Your Honor," Boland said calmly. He turned a condescending tone on Webb. "Are you really asking this jury to believe that, at the same time Mr. Gates was prosecuting Catherine O'Rourke and sending her to jail for not revealing her source, you and others in the department were never even asked if you might be that source?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying. We were all asked."
"Then let me repeat my earlier question," said Marc Boland firmly. "Isn't it true that you lied to your superiors about being a source for the newspaper?"
Jamarcus hesitated. "Yes. I told them I was not the source."
"Now we're making progress," said Boland.
Gates leaped to his feet but the judge spoke first. "That comment will be struck from the record. Mr. Boland, you know better."
"Sorry, Judge."
As Boland launched into another line of questioning, Quinn's thoughts turned to Catherine. She seemed better today. Even her posture was more confident-sitting forward in the chair, erect and attentive, taking notes like the reporter she was.
"You doing okay?" Quinn whispered.
"I hate this for Jamarcus," Catherine replied. "But I'm fine."
"Your friend," Quinn reminded her, "is trying to get you the needle."
"He's doing his job," Catherine replied, keeping her eyes on the witness.
Meanwhile, Marc Boland kept hammering away. "Did your extensive investigation reveal any connection between Ms. O'Rourke and Mr. Donaldson?"
"Other than the fact that she stalked him and his girlfriend and murdered him?"
"You know what I mean," insisted Boland. "Was there any prior relationship between Mr. Donaldson and Ms. O'Rourke?"
"We didn't find any."
"Did you find any prior relationship between Ms. O'Rourke and Mr. Milburn?"
"No."
"Between Ms. O'Rourke and any of the Carvers?"
"No."
"Between Ms. O'Rourke and Rex Archibald?"
"No."
"So these victims are just arbitrary victims, as far as you could tell from your investigation?"
"That's not correct," said Webb. "The victims are all either alleged rapists who were found innocent or defense attorneys who represented rapists."
Boland pretended to think about this for a moment. "Then I guess you're suggesting that Ms. O'Rourke's motivation for these crimes was the fact that she was raped eight years ago, during college?"
"Possibly."
"Doesn't that seem a little strange to you, Detective Webb-perhaps even a little insane -that Ms. O'Rourke would choose to victimize four people she didn't even know instead of going after the one person who actually raped her eight years ago?"
"Objection," Gates called out. "Calls for speculation. Detective Webb is not proffered as a psychiatrist."
"Sustained."
Marc Boland did not look the least bit disappointed. He had made his point. And Quinn began to relax a little. Marc Boland could handle himself just fine.
84
For the next hour, it felt to Quinn like he was sitting in on Paul Donaldson's rape trial. Detective Webb admitted he had studied that case as part of his investigation into Donaldson's death. So Marc Boland, who had been working in the Richmond Commonwealth's Attorney's office at the time on other matters, walked the witness through the troubling details of that case step by painful step.
Sherri McNamara had met Paul Donaldson at a bar. According to her testimony, Donaldson followed her into the parking lot, forced her into his car, and raped her on an isolated stretch of road outside the city of Richmond. Donaldson had admitted to having sex but said it was consensual. Rex Archibald, Donaldson's attorney, had emphasized the absence of any evidence of struggle other than torn clothing. That could have been done by McNamara herself, Archibald had claimed. There was no skin under her fingernails, no scratches on Donaldson or bruises on McNamara.
"As an officer of the law, it must be frustrating to hear about a jury that falls for that kind of argument," Marc Boland suggested.
"It is."
"Does it ever make you want to take the law into your own hands-just once, Detective Webb, just to make sure that a guy like Paul Donaldson gets what's coming to him?"
"No," Jamarcus said firmly. "I believe in the system. It's not perfect, but vigilante justice is not the answer."
"Really. You believe in 'the system.'" Marc Boland took a few steps, thinking. "But the system needed a little help, and therefore you broke department guidelines by conveying confidential information to Ms. O'Rourke."
"That's different," Webb insisted. "Helping Ms. O'Rourke was just passing on important information to the public. That's not taking justice into my own hands."
"Fair enough," Boland said. "Then let me ask you this: did your investigation of the Avenger of Blood initially focus on law-enforcement types and religious fanatics?"
"Yes, of course."
"Can you tell the jury why?"
Grudgingly, Jamarcus looked at the jury. "Because two of the victims were accused rapists who were never convicted and because the messages from the Avenger contained references to Bible verses."
"Law-enforcement officers, men and women like yourself, Detective Webb, are the ones who tested the DNA evidence and searched the neighbor's trash cans for bloody paper towels and drugs and had access to all of the so-called scientific evidence; isn't that right?"
Predictably, this brought Boyd Gates to his feet. "I object, Your Honor. Detective Webb is not on trial here. The defendant has already admitted killing Paul Donaldson."
"I agree," said Judge Rosencrance. "Mr. Boland, am I missing something?"
"I apologize, Your Honor, and I'll withdraw that question. I do, however, have one final question. Detective Webb, can you enlighten us as to the significance of the Bible verses left by the Avenger?"
"Not really. I left that to the psychiatrists."
"Thank you, Detective Webb, that's all I have." With a satisfied look, Marc Boland turned, glanced at Boyd Gates, and took his seat.
85
After a recess, Dr. Edward Chow took the stand, and Catherine's emotional roller coaster took another plunge. The small man was precise, professional, and well credentialed. Catherine remembered trying hard to dislike him during her two sessions with the psychiatrist. His disarming manner did not make it easy. As he testified now, she could sense the jury bonding with him while they learned about the intricacies of dissociative identity disorder.
It was, Chow testified, hotly debated whether DID even existed as a psychological disorder. A substantial school of thought held that DID patients either faked their alternate personalities or simply responded to suggestive counseling from their psychiatrists. For the purposes of this case, the psychiatrist said, it didn't really matter. Because even if there was such a thing as DID, Catherine O'Rourke was clearly not suffering from it.
Chow repeated much of the theme of the prosecution's case-that the crime was too well planned and too carefully covered up for it to be the spontaneous work of an alternate personality-but he buttressed the theory by lending his own considerable authority to the argument and cloaking it in official-sounding words.
"Catherine O'Rourke evinced consciousness of guilt," Chow testified, "by throwing out her computer before the authorities could execute their search warrant. In addition, a schizoaffective disorder almost always has a precipitate cause that triggers the psychotic break or, in the case of DID, the manifestation of another personality. After meeting with the defendant for several hours and after reviewing all the known facts of this case, I can point to no precipitate cause that might have occurred just before the killing of Paul Donaldson or any of the other victims."