“About how I look. You got any more of that stuff they gave me at the clinic?”
“That was it. But I’m going to have someone take you right back there as soon as we’re finished here.”
“Whatever you say, po-liceman. I don’t think I’ve been up this early since the last time I was in county lockup.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not that early. Let’s go.”
He helped her up and they headed toward Department 112. Reyes was what they called a silent witness. She wouldn’t be testifying in the trial. She was in no condition to. But by walking her down the aisle and putting her in the front row, Bosch would make sure she would be noticed by Edward Roman. The hope was that she’d knock Roman off his game, maybe even make him change it up. They were banking on his not knowing the rules of evidence and therefore not understanding that her appearance in the gallery precluded her from testifying at the trial and exposing his lies.
Harry hit the door with a fist as he pushed it open because he knew it would draw attention inside the court. He then ushered Reyes in and walked her down the aisle. Edward Roman was already on the stand, sworn in and testifying. He wore an ill-fitting suit borrowed from Royce’s client closet and was clean-shaven with short, neat hair. He stumbled verbally when he saw Sonia in the courtroom.
“We had group counseling twice…”
“Only twice?” Royce asked, unaware of the distraction in the aisle behind him.
“What?”
“You said you only had group counseling with Sarah Gleason twice?”
“Nah, man, I meant twice a day.”
Bosch escorted Reyes to a seat with a reserved sign on it. He then sat down next to her.
“And approximately how long did this last?” Royce asked.
“Each one was fifty minutes, I think,” Roman answered, his eyes holding on Reyes in the audience.
“I mean how long were you both in counseling? A month, a year, how long?”
“Oh, it was for five months.”
“And did you become lovers while you were in the center?”
Roman lowered his eyes.
“Uh… yeah, that’s right.”
“How did you manage that? I assume there are rules against that.”
“Well, if there’s a will, there’s always a way, you know? We found time. We found places.”
“Did this relationship continue after you two were released from the center?”
“Yes. She got out a couple weeks ahead of me. Then I got out and we hooked up.”
“Did you live together?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes. Can I ask a question?”
Royce paused. He hadn’t expected this.
“No, Mr. Roman,” the judge said. “You can’t ask a question. You are a witness in these proceedings.”
“But how can they bring her in here like that?”
“Who, Mr. Roman?”
Roman pointed out to the gallery and right at Reyes.
“Her.”
The judge looked at Reyes and then at Bosch sitting next to her. A look of deep suspicion crossed her face.
“I’m going to ask the jury to step back into the jury room for a few moments. This should not take long.”
The jurors filed back into the jury room. The moment the last one in closed the door, the judge zeroed in on Bosch.
“Detective Bosch.”
Harry stood up.
“Who is the woman sitting to your left?”
“Your Honor,” Haller said. “Can I answer that question?”
“Please do.”
“Detective Bosch is sitting with Sonia Reyes, who has agreed to help the prosecution as a witness consultant.”
The judge looked from Haller to Reyes and back to Haller.
“You want to run that by me again, Mr. Haller?”
“Judge, Ms. Reyes is acquainted with the witness. Because the defense did not make Mr. Roman available to us prior to his testimony here, we have asked Ms. Reyes to give us advice on how to proceed with our cross-examination.”
Haller’s explanation had done nothing to change the look of suspicion on Breitman’s face.
“Are you paying her for this advice?”
“We have agreed to help her get into a clinic.”
“I should hope so.”
“Your Honor,” Royce said. “May I be heard?”
“Go ahead, Mr. Royce.”
“I think it is quite obvious that the prosecution is attempting to intimidate Mr. Roman. This is a gangster move, Judge. Not something I would expect to see from the District Attorney’s Office.”
“Well, I strongly object to that characterization,” Haller said. “It is perfectly acceptable within the canon of courtroom procedure and ethics to hire and use consultants. Mr. Royce employed a jury consultant last week and that was perfectly acceptable. But now that the prosecution has a consultant that he knows will help expose his witness as a liar and someone who preys on women, he objects. With all due respect, I would call that the gangster move.”
“Okay, we’re not going to debate this now,” Breitman said. “I find that the prosecution is certainly within bounds in using Ms. Reyes as a consultant. Let’s bring the jury back.”
“Thank you, Judge,” Haller said as he sat down.
As the jurors filed back into the box, Haller turned and looked back at Bosch. He gave a slight nod and Bosch knew that he was happy. The exchange with the judge could not have worked better in delivering a message to Roman. The message being that we know your game, and come our turn to ask the questions, so will the jury. Roman now had a choice. He could stick with the defense or start playing for the prosecution.
Testimony continued once the jury was back in place. Royce quickly established through Roman that he and Sarah Gleason had a relationship that lasted nearly a year and involved the sharing of personal stories as well as drugs. But when it came to revealing those personal stories, Roman did a cut and run, leaving Royce hanging in the wind.
“Now, did there come a time when she spoke about her sister’s murder?”
“A time? There were lots of times. She talked about it a lot, man.”
“And did she ever tell you in detail what she called the ‘real story’?”
“Yes, she did.”
“Can you tell the court what she told you?”
Roman hesitated and scratched his chin before answering. Bosch knew this was the moment that his work either paid off or went for naught.
“She told me that they were playing hide-and-seek in the yard and a guy came and grabbed her sister and that she saw the whole thing.”
Bosch’s eyes made a circuit of the room. First he checked the jurors and it seemed that even they had been expecting Roman to say something else. Then the prosecution table. He saw that McPherson had grabbed Haller by the back of his arm and was squeezing it. And lastly Royce, who was now the one hesitating. He stood at the lectern looking down at his notes, one armed cocked with his fist on his hip like a frustrated teacher who could not draw the correct answer from a student.
“That is the story you heard Sarah Gleason tell in group counseling at the rehabilitation center, correct?” he finally asked.
“That’s right.”
“But isn’t it true that she told you a different version of events-what she called the ‘real story’-when you were in more private settings?”
“Uh, no. She pretty much stuck to the same story all the time.”
Bosch saw McPherson squeeze Haller’s arm again. This was the whole case right here.
Royce was like a man left behind in the water by a dive boat. He was treading water but he was in the open sea and it was only a matter of time before he went down. He tried to do what he could.
“Now, Mr. Roman, on March second of this year, did you not contact my office and offer your services as a witness for the defense?”
“I don’t know about the date but I called there, yeah.”
“And did you speak to my investigator, Karen Revelle?”
“I spoke to a woman but I can’t remember her name.”