Kevin saw a grief-stricken Mrs. Kelly.
“It’s not your fault at all, Mrs. Kelly. You’re the nicest person I know here.”
Mrs. Kelly would not be consoled. She continued in her Irish accent. “If there’s anything I can do, please let me know. And give my best to your wife. Poor dear, this must be frightful for her.”
Kevin struggled to keep his emotions in check as he thanked the motherly Mrs. Kelly. He concentrated on keeping his professional demeanor in court. He had written an outline of what he wanted to say to the Court, and he reviewed it again.
“All rise! Veuillez vous lever!”
Kevin came to his feet as the judges filed into the courtroom.
Led by Judge Davidson, they all looked somber and grim. They sat down at their places as Draga was brought in from the door behind Kevin. Kevin was surprised to see that Draga was not wearing his jogging suit. Instead, he was dressed immaculately in a navy blue blazer, gray slacks, a white shirt and red tie.
Judge Orozco was the first to speak after the case had been called. “The Court wishes to express its sorrow to Mr. Anderson and his wife over the kidnapping of their daughter. We are all praying for her safe return.”
Kevin nodded in thanks.
“We were prepared to postpone this trial, and not convene today. However, Mr. Anderson has requested that court proceed as scheduled this morning. We have honored that request. Mr. Anderson, do you wish to be heard?”
Kevin stood up and moved to the podium. “Thank you, Madam President,” he said in a voice that sounded higher and shakier than he would have liked. “It is difficult for me to be here, knowing that my daughter is being held somewhere against her will.”
He fought to choke back tears as he visualized Ellen. “Yesterday, we received a telephone call saying that she will be released only if Mr. Zaric is released. So I am here today to continue my efforts on behalf of Mr. Zaric. It is the only thing I can do to help bring my daughter back.”
Bradford Stone rose from his chair. “Your Honors,” Stone’s voice had no trace of sympathy. “The prosecution would urge the court to replace Mr. Anderson as counsel for the accused, given the emotional state that he must be in. The situation has given him a personal stake in the case. I believe that it would impair a lawyer in the performance of his duties towards his client.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Judge Davidson interjected. Turning to Kevin, he addressed him for the first time. “Mr. Anderson, I really don’t think you should continue. You should be helping the police. You can’t give Mr. Zaric’s case your undivided attention under these circumstances.”
Before Kevin could respond, Judge Orozco spoke. “I agree,” she said, looking directly at Kevin. “As a mother, I can imagine the pain that you and your wife must be feeling. You’re in no condition to participate in a trial.”
Kevin was fighting a feeling of panic. He couldn’t leave Draga’s trial. It was his only hope of getting his daughter back. He took a deep breath and rose. “I want to continue,” he said evenly, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice. “Perhaps it would be easier to sit home with my wife and wait for the phone to ring. But, my place is in this courtroom fighting for my daughter’s freedom, as well as for my client’s. It is true that I do now have a personal interest in the case, but that interest is the same as my client’s.”
Bradford Stone rose again. “After he is found guilty, the accused will most certainly claim on appeal that he received ineffective assistance of counsel. The Court simply cannot allow Mr. Anderson to continue under these circumstances.”
“Stop telling the Court what it can or cannot do,” Judge Davidson spat. “What about the delay in the trial? A new lawyer would take months to prepare.”
“Well, Your Honor, I have spoken to Mr. Krasnic this morning. He told me that he would be able to step in and assist the court within two weeks.”
Kevin bristled. Krasnic couldn’t prepare Draga’s case in two months, let alone two weeks.
Judge Orozco looked at Kevin. “Mr. Anderson, I don’t see how we can proceed in the absence of a waiver by your client, agreeing that your continued representation would not be a basis for overturning the verdict. And, I don’t imagine your client wishes to waive anything.”
All eyes in the courtroom moved to Draga, sitting behind Kevin, today looking like a natty businessman.
Kevin wished that Draga would do what it took for him to continue. He knew, however, that he couldn’t ask his client to waive his rights over such a personal matter. But what would the kidnappers do to Ellen if Kevin were no longer on Draga’s case? There would be no incentive to release her. She would probably be killed. Kevin closed his eyes and felt sick.
“Mr. Zaric,” Judge Orozco said, “we are going to replace Mr. Anderson with Mr. Krasnic. Apparently he will be able to begin your trial in two weeks. Do you have any objection to that?”
Draga slowly rose from his chair. “Yes, I do,” he said in a strong, firm voice. “I want Mr. Anderson as my lawyer. I want my trial to continue right now.” He sat down.
Kevin was shocked and grateful. Draga had broken his courtroom silence for him. He looked at his client with deep appreciation.
Judge Orozco conferred with Judge Davidson. Then she turned back to the accused. “Do you agree, Mr. Zaric, that you will not be able later to challenge the result if you are found guilty on the ground that your lawyer was distracted, or had a conflict of interest, as a result of this situation?”
Draga once again rose. “I do agree,” he said firmly. Then, looking at the visitor’s gallery, he continued in a forceful voice. “I want those people who have kidnapped my lawyer’s daughter to know that I do not want this. My lawyer is doing exactly what I want him to do. He is doing an excellent job. I am calling on those who are holding the girl to release her immediately.”
Tears welled up in Kevin’s eyes.
Judge Orozco was impressed as well. “Mr. Zaric. Thank you for that statement. It demonstrates character and compassion on your part. The Court is grateful to you for your actions here today. We hope that those misguided individuals who have taken Ellen Anderson will listen to what you have just said.”
Turning to the prosecution, Judge Orozco said, “Call your next witness.”
Stone stood. “Your Honors, with all due respect, we don’t feel Mr. Zaric has adequately waived…”
“Call your witness,” Judge Davidson boomed.
“Yes, Your Honor,” Stone replied meekly. “The prosecution calls Witness A.”
Kevin turned and looked back at Draga. Their eyes met. Kevin gave Draga the thumbs up sign. Draga winked back at him. Kevin pulled out his folder for Witness A.
The usher shut the curtain on the glass windows to the visitors’ gallery. Whenever a witness whose identity was protected entered the courtroom, the curtain had to be shut. After the witness sat in the witness chair, which was shielded from public view, the curtains were reopened.
Kevin noticed for the first time that there was a full house today.
“Good morning, Witness A,” Judge Orozco said.
“Good morning,” the witness responded in the BCS language.
“Please read the oath from the card in front of you.”
The witness read the oath, affirming that his testimony was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
“Witness A, the usher will now show you a piece of paper with a name on it. Please tell me if this is your true name.”
The usher approached the witness with a piece of paper. “Da,” said the witness, which meant “yes” in BCS.
Kevin had been given the witness’ true name several months ago, but the public would not know the witness’ identity. That was the Tribunal’s way of protecting the rights of the accused to know and confront the witnesses against him, yet affording the witness some protection against retaliation.