Shelly decided to forgo the lectern and stood before Ronnie, her arms together behind her back.
“Mr. Masters.” Her voice was flat, hoarse. “We know each other, don’t we?”
“Yes, we do.”
“You and I have talked about this case, haven’t we?”
“Yes, we have.”
“You never told me that you were there in the alley that night of the shooting.”
“I never told you a lot of things.”
“You-” Her throat caught. She ignored his comment and kept going. Her legs were trembling. She considered, for a moment, returning to the defense table and questioning him while seated. “You never told me that you saw Alex shoot the officer, did you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
So he was cooperating so far. Surely, he did not have an agenda here. He obviously had wanted to keep himself out of the soup. He had accomplished that with his plea deal. But surely he wasn’t looking to bury Alex. Surely he would work with her as much as he could.
Right?
“You said that you saw Alex’s gun first.”
“Yes.”
“You can’t tell us, can you, which person reached for a weapon first.”
“No. I can’t. For all I know, it was the cop that went first.”
Good. Good.
“You didn’t see a second gun on the floor of the alley, did you?”
“No. There wasn’t a second gun that I could see.”
“So if someone were to say that Alex had dropped a first gun-in an attempt to ‘trick’ Officer Miroballi, let’s say”-because this was exactly what Morphew had said in his opening statement-“you would say that this wasn’t true.”
“It wasn’t true,” said Ronnie. “There was no second gun. Not then.”
She watched him. Obviously, his testimony was excellent so far. He returned the stare with a life to his face that hadn’t existed on direct examination. Was he trying to tell her something?
No, she could not trust this boy. This child of hers.
“You never saw drugs in Alex’s possession during the time you were in the alley, did you?”
“No. Alex? No, he ran right past me and I didn’t see anything fall out.”
“Did you see the drugs at all?”
“No. I told you what I saw. I saw the cop and Alex with their guns. Alex shot him in self-defense.”
Dan Morphew leapt to his feet. “Objection, your Honor. There is no basis for that testimony. It is a legal conclusion and it-there are no facts to support it. No foundation. This witness”-Morphew wagged a finger at him-“this witness said he saw nothing until the moment the defendant went for his gun. He said he knew nothing of a relationship between Officer Miroballi and the defendant until later.”
“That’s true,” said Ronnie.
The judge held out a hand toward Ronnie. “Son, there is no question before you. The objection is sustained. The testimony relating to ‘self-defense’ is stricken.”
The blood had rushed to Dan Morphew’s face. It was not simply a reaction to an adverse piece of testimony, Shelly assumed. It was the fact that Morphew himself had sponsored this witness, and now he might be heading south on the prosecutor.
She was more interested in Ronnie. He had readily agreed with Morphew’s objection. And now he was looking to the side of Shelly. She turned, followed Ronnie’s line of vision to Alex, who was shaking his head slowly with a cold stare. He was saying no without words.
Alex caught Shelly’s eyes on him and sighed. He dropped his head and continued to shake it, now more furiously.
What was going on here? Was she being baited by Ronnie?
Shelly took a step toward Alex and then stopped. She had conferred enough with Alex, who had stymied her every move. She was going with her gut. She was betting that Ronnie Masters would help Alex.
“Mr. Masters,” she said, “you said before that you had never met Officer Miroballi. But did you know of him?”
Ronnie’s chest heaved. “I knew he was a cop. I knew he had cops for older brothers, too.”
Shelly’s eyes narrowed. She looked again at Alex, who stared at the table. Then back at Ronnie. Her mind raced as if her life flashed before her eyes. Ronnie had been the one who advised her to get rid of the federal case against Alex-because, she realized, he knew that the truth of what happened, when borne out at trial, would not be what Alex had told the F.B.I., would expose Alex as a liar to the F.B.I. She pictured Ronnie going to Alex last night, full of bluster, against her repeated warnings not to talk in that interview room because the government could listen-
Her mouth opened, ever so slightly. A soft moan of recognition escaped from her throat.
Okay. Ronnie had known exactly what he was doing last night when he marched in there. He wanted to be recorded. He wanted to get the county attorney’s attention.
Why?
She looked at Alex. It was like a tennis match for her now.
Alex hadn’t let Ronnie say something that Ronnie had wanted very much, apparently, to say. Ronnie had a story to tell, and he didn’t want anyone stopping him. Not Alex, not Shelly, not anyone. So he got the prosecution to put him on the stand and give him this opportunity, in open court, where nothing could be reversed.
“I’m sorry,” Ronnie whispered to Shelly, under his breath.
The judge leaned forward. “The witness will only answer questions put to him.”
Shelly nodded. “What did you know about Officer Ray Miroballi and his brothers, Ronnie?”
“His brothers covered for him, Shelly. His older brothers were cops.”
“Objection!” Morphew was on his feet again. “There is no evidence that the deceased officer has done anything wrong in this case, your Honor. In fact, the only testimony has been that Officer Miroballi was not involved”-Morphew stopped himself. “Judge, we object to the lack of foundation.”
“I will sustain that objection. Ms. Trotter, I realize that you are entitled to some leeway here, but I want foundation laid before there are any more outbursts like this. Lay the foundation. And Mr. Masters”-he looked down at Ronnie-“you will only answer questions put to you.”
Shelly held her breath. “Ronnie, do you have evidence that Officer Raymond Miroballi committed a crime that is related to this case?”
“I do,” he said carefully.
“Related to this case?”
“Very much so. And I have more than evidence. I have proof. I have absolute, total proof.”
“With your own eyes?” she asked, following the judge’s admonition.
A sound came from his throat. Not quite a laugh. “With my own eyes,” he said. “My own nose. My face. My hair. My arms and legs.”
She kept her eyes on him. His eyes. His nose. His mouth. His-
“No,” she heard herself say.
She took a step back. She brought a hand to her mouth. Of all things, she thought of Governor Langdon Trotter in the midst of a re-election campaign that was his to lose.
“Ray Miroballi is my father,” Ronnie said.
Shelly made an effort to turn away, toward the defense table, to look for her chair as if it were a life-preserver.
“He raped you, Shelly, and they covered the whole thing up for him.”
She became vaguely aware of Alex rushing from the table toward her, then everything turning upside-down.
And then everything turning black.
73
Dan Morphew walked into the office within the judge’s chambers, a room typically reserved for the clerks and interns who worked in the state courts. Shelly was seated on a couch, her elbows on her knees.
He handed her a glass of water. “Drink,” he said.
She accepted it from him and he was right, it did help somewhat, the cool water in her mouth.
It was early in the afternoon. Several hours had passed since Ronnie had testified in open court. Shelly had been taken into the judge’s chambers after fainting, where she rested for over an hour. Finally, when she had regained some measure of strength, the judge had summoned Ronnie Masters and his lawyer into his chambers, along with Morphew and Shelly.