“Not until sometime after, when my wife couldn’t find her set of keys to my car.”
“Where were they usually kept?”
“On a hook in our kitchen, next to the telephone.”
“When was it that she noticed the keys were missing?”
“It was after Brittany Harding was at my house, I don’t remember the exact date. They were spare keys, not something my wife used very often. And she was…away for a while. I think it was about a week after she got back that she realized the keys were missing.”
“Why was your wife away?”
Madison shifted a bit in his seat, leaned forward, glanced over at the jury, then looked back at Denton. “She took the kids and left me.”
“And why was that?”
“It started a couple of days after Miss Harding lost her job at the Consortium. I was outside my house pruning the rose bushes. The defendant drove up, got out of her car, and started screaming at me. Something about my having slept with her, and that she’d get even by going to the police for what I did to her. I didn’t know what she was talking about. But my wife saw the entire fiasco.”
“Did Miss Harding follow through with her threat?”
“She filed a complaint with the police, and they investigated me.”
“This was, what, five weeks after she alleged the rape to have occurred?”
“Yes. It was obviously an attempt at revenge, at getting back-”
“Objection,” Warwick said, jumping up from his seat. “I thought we established the witness isn’t telepathic-”
“Sustained. Dr. Madison,” Calvino said, “please only tell us what you know, and do not speculate on the thoughts of others.”
Madison nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“What happened after the police investigated you?”
Madison described his meetings with the two detectives, and related the fact that his attorney was then approached for monetary compensation by Movis Ehrhardt, over the threat of mass media exposure of the alleged rape.
“It was the same thing she did to an ex-employer of hers a couple of years back-extortion.”
“Objection!” Warwick shouted.
Calvino looked over at Madison. “Doctor, please refrain from making comments unless it deals with something you have direct knowledge about.”
“Doctor,” continued Denton, attempting to brush over the admonition. It was crucial that Madison be seen in a favorable light by the jury. “What happened next?”
“I paid her. My attorney and I felt it was less damaging to pay her the money and stop her from going to the media with this bogus accusation than risk ruining my career.” He looked over at Harding, his eyes fixed and his gaze hard. She stared him down. “A couple of days later, my wife received a manila envelope in the mail with a copy of the check I had written to the defendant, as well as a copy of the written agreement outlining the terms of the settlement. There was also a picture of myself and the defendant.” He paused and shook his head, out of disbelief. Tears welled up in his eyes. “My wife didn’t know about the payment. When she got all this stuff in the mail, she didn’t know what to think, and I was away at a surgery conference. She took the kids and left.”
Denton paused, giving the jury a moment to reflect on his witness’s grief.
A moment later, Madison cleared his throat. “My attorney was able to get the money returned because she’d broken our agreement.”
“Why didn’t you tell your wife about the settlement?”
“My friend thought it would upset her, that it wasn’t worth dragging her into it. At the time, I thought he was right. But later, I realized I should’ve discussed it with her.”
Denton nodded, suggesting that he understood-and that the jury should understand, too. “Was that the last contact you had with Brittany Harding?”
Madison chuckled sarcastically. “No. It was not. She and I ran into each other in a supermarket. She was irate, started yelling at me. Called me a rapist. Told me that she was going to get even, make me pay.”
“Did you notice what she had in her basket?”
“One item in particular.”
“And what was that item?”
“A six-pack of Millstone Premium Draft beer.”
“And why is it that you noticed that one specific item?”
“I’d turned a comer of an aisle and nearly ran into her basket. That’s when I saw the gold- and brown-colored packaging of the Millstone six-pack. At that moment, I didn’t even realize that she was the one I nearly collided with. But after she started screaming at me, I even said to her, ‘Why don’t you go home and drown yourself in that beer and stay out of my life.’ Something like that.”
Madison continued to expound upon the subsequent events, including his interaction with Ronald Norling, the checker, as well as Harding’s behavior as he left the market.
“Dr. Madison, how has this entire episode with the defendant affected your life?” Denton asked.
Madison looked down at his lap and paused. When he looked up, his eyes were again glassy. “I wish I’d never met Brittany Harding…she nearly destroyed my personal and professional lives. My wife and children left me. My practice is a ghost of what it once was. I lost my privileges at the hospital I helped build. I’ve been attacked in public. My friends stayed away out of fear of association. The embarrassment, the stress-” He stopped, bit his lip. “It’s impossible to describe what I’ve been through. What my family’s been through.” He grabbed a tissue from the dispenser on the shelf in front of the witness chair and ran it across his wet eyes.
“When it all comes down to it, all you have in life is your good name, your reputation, family and friends. She took all of that away from me. I can’t explain what it was like not knowing when it was going to end, what scheme she was going to dream up next. When she was going to stop.”
Denton glanced to his left at Harding, who was staring at Madison. Even from this distance, he could see that her jaw was clenched, her shoulders bunched up toward her ears. Burning anger. Intense hatred. Denton waited a moment, allowing the jury to see her less-than-subtle reaction to Madison’s testimony. Finally, he turned back to his witness. “Thank you. Nothing further.”
“Doctor,” Calvino said, “do you need a short break to collect yourself?”
Madison took a breath and squared his shoulders. “I’m sorry, Your Honor. No, I’ll be fine. I’d rather get this over with.”
Calvino nodded. “Mr. Warwick, you may begin cross.”
“Dr. Madison,” Warwick said as he arose and briskly walked toward the witness, “your wife didn’t really leave you, now did she?”
“Yes, she did. I didn’t know if she was ever going to come back.”
“But she did come back, didn’t she?”
“Yes, she did.”
“Sir, who is Catherine Parker?”
Madison swallowed hard. Denton clenched his jaw and leaned over to his assistant, whispering in his ear, inquiring as to who Catherine Parker was and what significance there could be to the case.
“…a friend, you say?” Warwick was asking.
“Yes. We go back a long time, to law school. We haven’t kept in touch.”
“In fact, you were going to marry Miss Parker, isn’t that correct?”
“Yes, eighteen years ago.”
“And what happened?”
“She married someone else.”
“When was the last time that you saw her, Doctor?”
“Objection!” Denton was on his feet, waving his hands in the air. “Your Honor, this is completely irrelevant.”
Calvino looked down at Warwick, cocking his head as if to ask for a response.
“Your Honor, I will make the relevance clear shortly.”
“Remember, counselor, you don’t want to get into a situation where I have to count questions.”
Warwick managed a smile and nodded.
“Overruled.”
“So, Doctor,” Warwick said, “when was the last time that you spoke with Miss Parker?”
“About two or three months ago.”
“And what was the reason for that communication?”
“She called me. She’d read about the case in the paper, and read that my wife had left me.” He raised his eyebrows. “She was hoping that we could get together and renew our relationship.”