“Could you see what was happening?”
“No, I couldn’t see much, but I could definitely hear those two shouting at each other.”
“What were they saying?” the DA asked.
“I’m not sure. Their kitchen window was closed. I heard glass shatter, and I heard Ruth Shelby scream like she was being murdered.”
Madison’s dad leaped to his feet. “Objection, Your Honor.”
“Objection sustained,” Judge Young said. “Miss Bauer, it’s my job to decide if there is a good reason to think Mrs. Shelby was murdered. Just tell me what you saw and heard.”
Miss Bauer reddened. She obviously didn’t appreciate not being able to say anything she wanted. Madison smiled, proud of her dad.
“I heard their front door slam,” she continued. “I can’t see the front door from my bedroom, so I ran to the front of my house and looked out. I have a very clear view of their driveway.”
“And what did you see?”
“Mr. Shelby’s station wagon was parked facing out from the garage with the trunk open. That man had his back to me and he was carrying something in his arms. Something big.” She paused for effect. “Something the size of a body. Then he put his poor wife in the trunk.”
Leaning forward on her bench, Madison waited for another objection, but Hamilton’s only reaction was a small smile.
“After that he slammed the trunk shut and sped away. That’s when I called 911.”
“Did you check to see if Mrs. Shelby was home before you called 911?”
“Of course. I was afraid to go over there in case he came back, but I called their house.” Thelma paused dramatically. “I’d heard Ruth scream just minutes before, but she didn’t answer. All I got was the answering machine.”
Madison thought that Miss Bauer looked disappointed when Dennis Payne said that he had no further questions. When the prosecutor sat down, Hamilton Kincaid rose.
“Hello, Miss Bauer,” Hamilton Kincaid said, flashing a friendly smile at the witness.
“Well, hello.” Thelma answered with her own smile.
“We appreciate your taking time to come here and help the judge decide this matter.”
“It’s my civic duty to help the police.”
“I’m sure they appreciate your help,” Hamilton said. “In fact, you try to help the police a lot, don’t you? How many times would you say you’ve called 911 to report a crime in the past year?”
“Oh, my, I can’t remember the exact number.”
Hamilton stood and held out a document for the judge’s clerk. “Perhaps this exhibit will help you. It lists five calls to 911 in the past year. Does that sound right?”
“I guess so.”
“You live in a nice part of town, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Most of the houses sell for three hundred thousand or more?”
“I suppose.”
“Not exactly a crime-ridden slum, is it?”
“Oh, no, I have very nice neighbors. Or I did before Mr. Shelby moved next door.”
“We’ll get to Mr. Shelby in a minute. But first, I’d like you to tell the judge how many of those 911 calls led to an arrest.”
The witness looked uncertain and embarrassed for the first time. “I may have made a mistake or two, but Mr. Shelby was arrested.”
“If we don’t include Mr. Shelby, would it be correct to say that all of your crime reports turned out to be mistakes?”
“I, well, that may be true.”
“Is it fair to say that you frequently imagine a crime is being committed when there is a perfectly innocent explanation for what has happened?”
“I . . . I guess so.”
“Thank you for your honesty, Miss Bauer. Moving on, you testified that you saw Mr. Shelby carrying a body to his car?”
“Yes, he put it in his trunk.”
“Did you see the body?”
“Well, yes. The car was blocking my view a little, but I could see he was carrying a body.”
“Did you see a limb, an arm or a leg?”
“Well, no.”
“A head or a foot?”
“No, but he definitely put poor Mrs. Shelby in the trunk. May she rest in peace.”
Hamilton nodded to the clerk and he rolled out a television set and positioned it so the judge, Miss Bauer, and the spectators could see the screen.
“I would like to show a brief video, Defense Exhibit Two.”
“Objection,” the DA said.
“We’ve been over this in chambers, Mr. Payne,” Judge Young said. “I’m going to allow it.”
Jake and Madison exchanged glances and leaned forward. Madison could feel the anticipation of the other people in the courtroom as well. Hamilton pressed Play on the remote and a picture of the front of a house appeared. A station wagon was parked in the driveway with the front of the car pointing to the street. Its rear gate was down, and there was a short space between the gate and the garage. Hamilton hit Pause.
“Do you recognize this scene, Miss Bauer?” Madison’s father asked.
“It’s Mark Shelby’s house as seen from my front yard.”
“And this is the view you had when you saw Mr. Shelby put his wife’s body in the trunk of his car?”
“Yes.”
Hamilton pushed Play and a man who was roughly the size of the defendant stepped out of the garage with his back to Miss Bauer’s house. He was carrying something large, and he put it into the trunk of Shelby’s car. Hamilton hit Pause again.
“Is this what you saw on the day Mr. Shelby murdered his wife, Miss Bauer?”
“Oh yes, that is exactly what I saw!”
Hamilton then pressed Play. The actor pulled the large object out of the car and showed a set of golf clubs to the camera.
“Wow!” whispered Jake into Madison’s ear. “This is like a Max Stone novel!”
Madison’s head snapped toward Jake. “You like Max Stone?”
“My dad loves those books. I’ve read a couple. They’re pretty good.”
Thelma Bauer’s heavily rouged cheeks turned redder, and she gripped her skirt with her hands.
“That’s . . . It was a body.”
“You may have thought you saw Mr. Shelby put a body in his car, but might it not have been a set of golf clubs? A golf bag is about the size of a body, and you testified that you never saw any part of the body.”
“I saw a body,” the witness insisted stubbornly.
“I wonder when Miss Bauer had her eyes checked last,” Madison whispered to Jake.
“Can you admit that you might have been mistaken?” Hamilton asked. “After all, it was early morning and you were awakened from your sleep.”
Miss Bauer looked at the DA, but Mr. Payne was not allowed to coach his witness. He couldn’t do anything but sit with a stone face.
“I guess it’s possible,” Miss Bauer conceded.
“No further questions, Your Honor.”
“Anything more you’d like to ask, Mr. Payne?”
“I have nothing further of this witness,” the DA said. “May she be excused?”
“Miss Bauer, you may step down,” Judge Young said.
Thelma Bauer had looked confident and excited when she entered the witness box, but her head was down and her shoulders were hunched when she rushed out of the courtroom.
You got her, Dad! Madison thought. She loved watching her father take apart a witness, and she looked forward to the day her dad would get to watch her do the same. That would impress him way more than soccer.
“Your Honor,” the district attorney said. “Before I call the next witness, I have an exhibit I’d like to offer. It’s a stipulation between the parties that, if called, William Hubert, Jesse Marks, and Bruce Thomas would testify that Mr. Shelby spent the day of this incident and the two days following playing golf at a resort in southern Oregon. They would also testify that Mr. Shelby drove himself to the resort and the other members of the foursome did not see him until he arrived.”