“Yes, I did.”
“And what was that?”
Steers took a breath. “I was walking past the high school. The store is a block past the high school. It’s on one side. My house is on the other. I always have to walk past the high school to get to the store.”
“Yes?” Dirkson prompted.
“So I’d been to the store, and I was walking back with my groceries when I saw him.”
“Saw who?”
“A boy.”
“A boy?”
“Yes. A young boy. You know, a teenager.”
“And what was the boy doing?”
“He was going into the high school.”
“You mean through the front door?”
Martin Steers shook his head. “No, no. Not the front door. Through the other door on the side.”
“The service door?”
“I don’t know what it’s used for. But it’s not the front door.”
“How did the boy open the door?”
“I don’t know. He was some distance away. I saw him fiddling with the lock, then I saw him pull the door open and go inside.”
“Did he have a key?”
“He might have. I couldn’t tell. It was too far away.”
“I see. Are you sure of this?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Why are you so sure of it? Why did you notice it in particular at the time?”
“Because it was strange. Seven o’clock at night. For someone to be going into the high school then. The high school’s closed at night.”
“I see. Tell me, Mr. Steers. Did you report this to the police?”
“No, I did not.”
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t know if I should.” He shrugged. “I’m an old man. What do I know? I mean, maybe the boy’s an equipment manager for one of the teams. Or maybe he has a job at night, he cleans the blackboards and sweeps the floors. I mean, how should I know?”
Dirkson nodded. “I see, Mr. Steers. But you did notice particularly the boy going into the school at that time?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And would you know this boy if you saw him again?”
“As I told you, I would not. He was too far away, and his back was to me.”
“I see,” Dirkson said. “But tell me this. Was there anything about the boy you noticed, anything that would help you recognize him if you saw him again?”
The witness nodded. “One thing.”
“And what was that?” Dirkson said.
“He had green hair.”
There was a murmur in the courtroom.
Dirkson smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Steers.” He turned to Steve Winslow. “Your witness.”
As Steve Winslow rose, he could feel the focus in the courtroom shift to him, could tell that the spectators sensed that this was going to be good. The witness had not identified Jeremy Dawson. The witness was an elderly man with glasses, whose eyesight was probably not good, and who had admittedly only seen the boy from the back and at a distance. Plus, the witness had not seen fit to report the incident to the police, but was now attempting to portray it as something significant and suspicious. The presumption in the courtroom, Steve knew, was that he would tear the witness apart.
Steve didn’t. He smiled and bowed. “No questions,” he said, and sat down.
That produced a big reaction in the courtroom. Heads turning, people talking. Judge Grimes had to bang the gavel twice.
“Order in the court,” Judge Grimes said. “The witness is excused.”
There was a brief delay while Martin Steers made his way from the courtroom. Then Judge Grimes said, “Call your next witness, Mr. Dirkson.”
Dirkson stood up. He bowed, smiled. “The People rest, Your Honor.”
That produced an excited murmur in the court. Reporters scribbled furiously.
Judge Grimes banged the gavel again. “Very well. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we have now completed the first phase of the testimony. The prosecution has rested its case. We will now be hearing from the defense.” Judge Grimes turned to Steve Winslow. “Mr. Winslow, the trial has progressed rapidly, and I am aware that the prosecution resting at this point may have taken you somewhat by surprise. Under the circumstances, I am prepared to grant you a continuance until tomorrow morning, if that is satisfactory to you.”
“I don’t want it, Your Honor,” Steve said.
Judge Grimes frowned. “You don’t want a continuance?”
“No, Your Honor,” Steve said. “I am not requesting a continuance at this time. If the court please, I would like to state my position with regard to a continuance. I would like to point out that the defendant in this case, Jeremy Dawson, has not been released on bail. He is incarcerated for the duration of the trial. Under the circumstances, I feel that the interests of justice demand that the trial proceed with all due speed. Therefore, I am not asking for a continuance just because the prosecution has rested its case.
“But out of fairness to the defendant, at this time I would ask Harry Dirkson if he would stipulate that the prosecution will not ask for a continuance after I have rested my case. I feel it only fair to the defendant to do so.”
Judge Grimes frowned. He turned to Dirkson. “Mr. Dirkson, are you willing to make that stipulation?”
Harry Dirkson rose. He hesitated for a moment, glanced suspiciously at Steve Winslow. It was such a simple request, Dirkson didn’t want to seem hesitant about granting it.
But Dirkson had dealt with Steve Winslow before. And he was well aware of Winslow’s flair for the unorthodox.
Dirkson took a breath. “I would certainly like to agree, Your Honor. But I represent the people of New York, and their interests must be served. Opposing counsel, Your Honor, has a flair for the dramatic. In the event that Mr. Winslow should introduce some new evidence in this case which I had not anticipated and for which I was not prepared, I would naturally need time to deal with it. Therefore I cannot make that stipulation.”
“That seems fair and reasonable, Your Honor,” Steve said. “And quite understandable. Therefore, I’m prepared to stipulate that if I bring out anything in my part of the case for which the District Attorney is unprepared, I will release him from the stipulation and consent to a continuance. And as I believe him to be fair, I will take him at his word. If he can point to any fact at all that I have brought out, no matter how trivial, that he is unprepared for and would like to research, I will not challenge it, and I will consent to any reasonable continuance the court should care to grant.”
Judge Grimes nodded. “Mr. Dirkson,” he said. “With that provision, would you care to stipulate?”
Dirkson ran his hand over his head. “Yes, Your Honor. With that provision, yes. I have several rebuttal witnesses ready, and I am quite prepared to proceed. I am merely reluctant to do anything that would bind me in the event of the unexpected.”
“But in the light of Mr. Winslow’s stipulation, you are also willing to stipulate?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Very well. Those matters are considered so stipulated. Now, Mr. Winslow. I take it, you are prepared to proceed?”
“I am, Your Honor.”
“Very well. Now then. You reserved your opening argument at the beginning of the trial. Do you wish to make it now?”
“I do not, Your Honor,” Steve said. “I think the facts are self-evident, and I’m willing to let them speak for themselves. I waive my opening argument.”
Judge Grimes frowned. “Very well. You may proceed with your case. Call your first witness.”
Steve Winslow smiled and bowed. “I have no witnesses, Your Honor. The defense rests.”
40
There was a moment of stunned silence in the courtroom. No one could quite believe what they’d just heard. Judge Grimes blinked twice, and his jaw actually dropped open.
Harry Dirkson lunged to his feet. “What?!” he roared incredulously.
That opened the floodgates. Suddenly the court was in an uproar as everyone began talking at once.
Judge Grimes recovered, banged the gavel furiously. Even so, it took several minutes to get the courtroom quieted down.