By the time he reached his apartment, he had stopped shaking.
ELEVEN
The ancient courtroom was a museum of symbols, high ceilings, marble, rich wood and leather. Above the judge's bench was a large American-eagle plaque, fashioned of brass and wood. As usual, the air conditioner was on too high. Carr's hands felt cold.
Carr thought that everyone-judge Malcolm with his crooked toupee, the court clerk who stuffed counterfeit money into see-through evidence envelopes as if on an assembly line and Sally Malone, the court reporter-looked bored. Everyone, that is, except the defendant, who sat on the witness stand. A tall black man, he alternated between touching the witness-stand microphone (which made it hum) and cracking his knuckles. He wore white trousers and a purple, long-sleeved shirt. Come to think of it, Carr thought to himself, it was the same outrageous outfit he wore the night he and Kelly chased him into a backyard clothesline.
"I thought it was narcotics in the briefcase," the black man said with his head turned toward the judge. "I threw the briefcase and runned away because I didn't wanna get caught carrying no dope. A man asked me to pick up a load of dope for him and that's what I did. I went to the apartment and a lady handed me this briefcase. When I was walking away from the place, these two Federal men came up on me. I threw the briefcase on the ground because I thought for sure it was filled with heroin."
The defense lawyer, a wiry young man with a bristling black moustache and unmanageable hair, removed his thick glasses and wiped the lenses on his necktie. He put them back on. "I have no more questions for the defendant, Your Honor."
"If you have nothing, Mr. Green, then the defendant may step down," Judge Malcolm said.
The man ambled off the witness stand. As he passed by the prosecution table, he glared at Carr.
Carr only looked at Sally Malone and smiled. She stenotyped as the judge announced a recess. Everyone in the courtroom stood up and, like a pharaoh, the judge exited the courtroom through a special door.
The defense attorney slid his swivel chair to the prosecution table in order to confer with the assistant United States attorney, a man who, by appearance, could have been his slightly older brother.
Carr went over to Sally.
"He has all his clients say the same thing," Sally whispered. "They always claim they thought they were carrying narcotics instead of counterfeit money."
"I know. And with good old Mushhead Malcolm, it works."
"Nick called while you were testifying. He wants you to meet him at the Olympic Auditorium tonight. He's refereeing. I guess that means that I get stood up again, right?"
"Unless you like wrestling matches," Carr said amiably.
"No thanks."
There was the sound of a buzzer. The court clerk said, "All rise." The judge came in his door and went to the bench.
The defense attorney called Carr to the witness stand and swore him in.
"Agent Carr," he said, "you previously testified that you watched the defendant enter the front door of the address in question and, watching through the window, you saw a woman remove money from a refrigerator and hand it to the defendant. Then you saw him remove some money from his pocket and give it to her. Is that right?"
"That's right."
"What denomination were the bills?" the defense attorney asked.
"I don't know. I was too far away to tell."
"But you could tell it was money?"
"It was money."
"Could you tell whether it was counterfeit or genuine money?" Green said.
"I was too far away to tell, but an informant had told me that a woman was selling counterfeit money at the address. After the man entered the door I saw her give him a large amount of money and he gave her a smaller amount of money in exchange. To me, that meant that a counterfeiting transaction had probably taken place."
"Your Honor," Green said, "the answer was not responsive. I ask that the answer be stricken from the record."
"So stricken," the judge said.
"Agent Carr," Green continued, "when the defendant departed the residence carrying a briefcase and you approached him, what did you say?"
"I identified myself as a federal officer and informed the defendant I wanted to speak with him."
"I take it when you approached him, the briefcase was closed, You could not see what was in it, is that right?"
"That's right."
"So in actual fact, as you approached the defendant, you had no idea what he had in that briefcase. Isn't that right?"
"I didn't know for sure, but I would have bet a paycheck or two that it was counterfeit money."
The lawyer looked beseechingly to the judge.
"Mr. Carr, I'm going to have to ask you to limit your answers," the judge said. "Please don't make any more conclusions."
"And when the defendant threw the briefcase on the ground and ran away from you, you and your partner chased him," Mr. Green said. "Is that right?"
"Yes."
"You gave chase immediately, without stopping to see what was inside the briefcase. Is that right?"
"Right."
"So, therefore, when you were chasing him down the street you still didn't know what was in the briefcase. For all you knew at that point, it could have been heroin or anything else for that matter. Isn't that right?"
"I thought the briefcase contained counterfeit money," Carr said.
"As a matter of fact, isn't it true that you can't really be sure that the briefcase that you recovered from the street after you apprehended my client was the same briefcase you saw him leave the apartment with?"
"I guess someone could have switched briefcases by the time we returned," Carr said. "I once saw a Charlie Chan movie where it happened." He smiled.
"Please move on, Mr. Green," the judge said. "I'm getting tired of this line of questioning."
"If it please the court, Your Honor, the defense rests," said Green.
"Mr. Carr, you may step down," the judge said, shuffling some papers. "The defense motion to suppress evidence in this case is based on the defense's contention that the prosecution has failed to show evidence of specific intent on the part of the defendant. Possession of counterfeit Federal Reserve notes, which is a violation of United States Code Title Eighteen Section four-seven-two, and the offense charged in this case, requires that specific intent on the part of the defendant be shown. The statute requires that the government prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant possessed the counterfeit money with the intent to defraud. The court finds that a reasonable doubt exists as to whether the defendant then and there well knew that he was in possession of counterfeit money as opposed to any other type of contraband at the time of his arrest. This case is dismissed and the defendant's bond is exonerated."
The defendant smirked at Carr as Attorney Green congratulated him.
Later, the courtroom was clear except for Carr and Sally Malone. She arranged her notes in a briefcase. "All Green's clients have the same story. They all say they thought it was narcotics rather than counterfeit money in the package or box or briefcase. Malcolm always falls for it every time. It makes me sick."
"How about lunch?"
"I know you're angry. You're angry about losing the case, but as usual, you won't express your feelings."
"If I was really angry I would have lied and said I saw him fill the briefcase with the money when he was inside the apartment. That would have convicted him."
Her jaw fell open. She gave him a slap on the hand. "Charlie," she said in mock disapproval.