“Know him? No. I know of him. I know who he is. But I don’t know him.”
“Did you see him today?”
“Yes, I saw him.”
“But you just said you didn’t go on WestLand property.”
“I didn’t. Look, I don’t know who told you they saw me at the bank. And if it was him then he’s a liar. I wasn’t there. I saw him, yes, but that was at the coffee shop, not the-”
“Why didn’t you tell us that this morning at your home?”
“Tell you what? You didn’t ask.”
I stopped the video and looked at Kurlen.
“Detective, where is it that Lisa Trammel contradicts herself?”
“She says right there that she wasn’t near the bank and we have a witness who says she was.”
“So you have a contradiction between two statements by different people, but Lisa Trammel did not contradict herself, correct?”
“You are talking semantics.”
“Can you answer the question, Detective?”
“Yes, right, a contradiction between two statements.”
Kurlen didn’t consider the distinction important but I hoped the jury would.
“Isn’t it true, Detective, that Lisa Trammel has never contradicted her statement that she was not near the bank on the day of the murder?”
“I wouldn’t know. I am not privy to everything she has ever said since then.”
Now he was just being churlish, which was fine by me.
“Okay, then as far as you know, Detective, has she ever contradicted that very first statement to you that she was not near the bank?”
“No.”
“Thank you, Detective.”
I asked the judge if I could replay another segment of the video and was granted permission. I moved the video back to a time spot early in the interview and froze it. I then asked the judge if I could put one of the prosecution’s crime scene photos on one of the overhead screens while leaving the video on the other. The judge gave me the go-ahead.
The crime scene photo I put up was a wide-angle shot that took in almost the entire crime scene. The tableau included Bondurant’s body as well as his car, the open briefcase and the spilled cup of coffee on the ground.
“Detective, let me draw your attention to the crime scene photo marked People’s Exhibit Three. Can you describe what you see in the foreground?”
“You mean the briefcase or the body?”
“What else, Detective?”
“You’ve got the spilled coffee, and the evidence marker on the left is where they found a tissue fragment later identified as coming from the victim’s scalp. You can’t really see that in the photo.”
I asked the judge to strike the part of the answer concerning the tissue fragment as nonresponsive. I had asked Kurlen to describe what he could see in the photo, not what he couldn’t see. The judge didn’t agree and let the whole answer stand. I shook it off and tried again.
“Detective, can you read what it says on the side of the coffee cup?”
“Yes, it says Joe’s Joe. It’s a gourmet coffee shop about four blocks from the bank.”
“Very good, Detective. Your eyes are better than mine.”
“Maybe because they look for the truth.”
I looked at the judge and spread my hands like a baseball manager who just saw a fastball down the pipe called a ball. Before I could verbally react the judge was all over Kurlen.
“Detective!” Perry barked. “You know better than that.”
“I’m sorry, Your Honor,” Kurlen said contritely, his eyes holding on mine. “Mr. Haller somehow always seems to bring out the worst in me.”
“That’s no excuse. Another one like that and you and I are going to have a serious problem.”
“It won’t happen again, Judge. I promise.”
“The jury will disregard the witness’s comment. Mr. Haller, proceed and take us away from this.”
“Thank you, Your Honor. I’ll do my best. Detective, when you were at the crime scene for seventy-two minutes before leaving to question Ms. Trammel, did you determine whose coffee cup that was?”
“Well, we later found out that-”
“No, no, no, I didn’t ask you what you later found out, Detective. I asked you about those first seventy-two minutes when you were at the crime scene. During that time, before you went to Lisa Trammel’s house in Woodland Hills, did you know whose coffee that was?”
“No, we had not determined that yet.”
“Okay, so you didn’t know who dropped that coffee at the crime scene, correct?”
“Objection, asked and answered,” Freeman said.
It was a useless objection but she had to do something to try to knock me out of rhythm.
“I’ll allow it,” the judge said before I could respond. “You can answer the question, Detective. Did you know who dropped that cup of coffee at the crime scene?”
“Not at that time.”
I went back to the video and played the segment I had cued and ready to go. It was from the early part of the interview, when Trammel was recounting her routine activities during the morning of the murder.
“You stopped for coffee?”
“I guess I forgot.”
“Where did you stop to get the coffee?”
“A place called Joe’s Joe. It’s on Van Nuys Boulevard right by the intersection with Ventura.”
“Do you remember, did you get a large or small cup?”
“Large. I drink a lot of coffee.”
I stopped the video.
“Tell me something now, Detective. Why did you ask what size coffee she got at Joe’s Joe?”
“You throw out a big net. You go for as many details as you can.”
“Was it not because you believed the coffee cup found at the scene of the murder might have been Lisa Trammel’s?”
“That was one possibility at that point.”
“Did you count this as one of those admissions from Lisa Trammel?”
“I thought it was significant at that point in the conversation. I wouldn’t call it an admission.”
“But then, under further questioning, she told you she saw the victim at the coffee shop, correct?”
“Correct.”
“So didn’t that change your thinking on the coffee cup at the scene?”
“It was just additional information to consider. It was very early in the investigation. We had no independent information that the victim had been in the coffee shop. We had this one person’s statement but it was inconsistent with the statement of a witness we had already spoken to. So we had Lisa Trammel saying she saw Mitchell Bondurant at the coffee shop but that didn’t make it a fact. We still needed to confirm that. And later we did.”
“But do you see where what you considered an inconsistency early in the interview turned out to be totally consistent with the facts later?”
“In this one instance.”
Kurlen would give no quarter. He knew I was trying to back him up to the edge of a cliff. His job was to keep from going over.
“In fact, Detective, wouldn’t you say that when all was said and done, the only thing inconsistent about the interview with Lisa Trammel was that she said she wasn’t near the bank and you had a witness who claimed she was?”
“It’s always easy to look back with twenty-twenty vision. But that one inconsistency was and is pretty important. A reliable witness put her close to the scene of the crime at the time of the crime. That hasn’t changed since day one.”
“A reliable witness. Based on one short interview with Margo Schafer she was deemed a reliable witness?”
I put the proper mix of outrage and confusion in my voice. Freeman objected, saying that I was simply badgering the witness because I was not getting the answers I wanted. The judge overruled but it was a good message for her to get to the jury-the idea that I wasn’t getting what I wanted. Because, in fact, I was.
“The first interview with Margo Schafer was short,” Kurlen said. “But she was reinterviewed several times by several investigators. Her observations on that day have not changed one iota. I believe she saw what she said she saw.”