“But you went along with her.”
“Like I said, I was a little wasted.”
“Okay, so you’re in the bedroom. Can I assume it’s just the two of you?”
Hastings nodded.
“What happened?”
“We closed the door and we started making out on the bed.”
“How far did that go?”
“When we got on the bed, we started kissing. Then she unzipped my fly.”
“This is very important, Blaine. Did you put your penis inside Miss Stark’s vagina? The State has to prove penetration in a rape case.”
“Look, Mr. Armstrong, I’m not some dumb jock. I’m premed, and I know all about the way babies are made. I didn’t have a condom with me, so there’s no way I was going to risk getting Randi pregnant. But it didn’t matter, because the minute she got my penis out of my pants, she gave me a very fast hand job and I came right away. Then, as soon as I came, Randi yelled at me to get off her.”
“Did you honor her request?”
“Definitely. My folks brought me up to respect women, and I know that ‘no means no.’”
“So that was the end of it?”
“Most definitely. She sat up and yelled something like ‘Get off me.’”
“Did that surprise you?”
“Yeah, it did, because I got up as soon as she asked me.”
“Okay, what happened then?”
“The door opened and her friend, Annie Roche, came in and I left.”
“Did you talk to anyone on the way out?”
“When Annie came in, I might have said something to her, but, like I said, I was a little drunk, so my memory is hazy.”
“What did you do after you left the bedroom?”
“It was getting late and I’d gotten banged up in the game, so I went home.”
Armstrong made some notes. Then he looked up. “So, you’re saying that you never forced yourself on Miss Stark in any way?”
“Absolutely.”
“Your father hinted that you may have been in some trouble before this. He was vague and I didn’t want to push him. Can you tell me what he might have been talking about?”
Hastings looked chagrined. “I have a temper, Mr. Armstrong. I’m not proud of it. It comes out when I play, and I try to keep it under wraps when I’m not on the playing field, but I had a few fights in high school, like the one I told you about. I can take care of myself, and I sent one boy to the hospital.”
“Were you prosecuted?”
“No. I was the victim. I had witnesses. It was a kid from the housing project, and he had it in for me because I’m rich and a jock and I do well in school. Once the school and the police learned the truth about what happened, I wasn’t in any trouble.”
“Let me ask you something else,” Doug said. “Have you ever had problems with women before this? And remember, the prosecutors have investigators. If there’s anything out there, they’ll find it. And there is nothing that leads to a conviction quicker than a surprise at trial.”
“What do you mean by problems?”
“Let me be blunt, Blaine. Are any women going to go to the DA and say you sexually assaulted them?”
Blaine hesitated.
“This is very important,” Armstrong emphasized. “If the DA puts on witnesses who swear you sexually assaulted them, it will have a huge impact on the jury.”
“Okay. There was this one time in eighth grade when this girl—Julie Angstrom—said I forced her to have sex, but it wasn’t true and there were never any charges.”
“Was the situation similar to what allegedly happened at the party: drinking, a bedroom, et cetera?”
“No. She said I followed her into Forest Park and pulled her into the woods.”
Forest Park was the largest urban forest in the United States and had many isolated areas.
“Were you in the park when she was?”
“Yeah, but I had three witnesses who told the police that I was with them all the time we were in the park. Plus, there was no forensic evidence like hair, DNA. I mean the whole accusation was complete bullshit.”
Armstrong made a note to find out more about the Angstrom girl’s complaint.
“We may have a serious problem that we need to discuss,” Doug said. “The DA told me that Miss Stark went to the hospital after the party and they did the tests they always do when a woman says she’s been raped. They found semen in Miss Stark’s vagina and tested it for DNA. I assume you know what that is if you’re premed.”
Hastings nodded.
“Okay. Well, the lab says the DNA is a match for your DNA.”
“What!”
“Do you have an explanation for that?”
“No, I… It’s impossible.”
“It’s definitely a problem if you insist that you never penetrated Miss Stark and never ejaculated inside her.”
“Well, I didn’t.”
Hastings was lost in thought for a moment, and Armstrong gave him time to think. “I do have a possible explanation for the sperm. Randi had a reputation in high school, if you know what I mean.”
Armstrong nodded.
“She could have had sex with someone else that evening. She was pretty drunk.”
“That wouldn’t explain the match.”
Hastings looked genuinely puzzled. “I don’t know what to say. That can’t be mine.”
“Okay. Let’s leave this for the time being,” Doug said. “I’ll hire an expert on DNA, and we’ll see if we can get to the bottom of this. So, do you have any questions?”
“Not right now.”
Doug stood. “I’m going to check on how much progress we’ve made with the bail as soon as I get back to my office. Meanwhile, do not—under any circumstances—discuss your case with anyone, no matter how sympathetic they may seem. I am the only person—and that includes your parents—that you can talk to. A fellow prisoner will run to the DA with anything you tell them. Remember, I am your only friend until the jury says not guilty.”
CHAPTER THREE
If ever a man looked like a criminal, that man was Everett Henderson. His massive head was shaved, his bulging biceps and thick neck were evidence of hours spent pumping iron in a prison yard, a knife scar crawled down his pockmarked cheek, teardrop tattoos under his right eye announced to the world that he was an ex-con and more tattoos attested to his membership in a racist prison gang.
As soon as she’d been court-appointed to represent Henderson, Robin looked up her new client’s rap sheet. It read like a list of all the possible ways one man could violate the criminal statutes of the State of Oregon.
“Mr. Henderson, the Court has asked me to represent you,” Robin said when her client was seated across from her in the contact visiting room at the jail.
Henderson studied Robin and he didn’t look pleased. “You’re awfully young to handle a case like mine.”
“I am young, but I’m very good. Have you heard of Regina Barrister?” Robin asked.
“Sure, who hasn’t?”
“I’m Regina’s partner, and this is not the first death penalty case I’ve defended.”
Henderson relaxed a little, but Robin could see that he was still skeptical.
“Look, Mr. Henderson, I can see why you might not trust me. You didn’t choose me to be your lawyer and you don’t know a thing about me. So, let me give you a little background: I graduated from Yale Law School, which is one of America’s best, and I clerked for the chief justice of the Oregon Supreme Court before Regina hired me.”
Robin was about to continue, when Henderson suddenly leaned forward and stared at her.
“Are you Rockin’ Robin Lockwood?”
Robin smiled. “I am.”
Henderson broke into a grin. “I seen you fight. You were pretty good.”
“I was okay.”