Alex Cross's Trial

courtroom, from whites and Negroes. My father slammed down the gavel to kill it.

    Abraham continued telling his story in precise, unwavering detail. Without any prompting from Jonah, he pointed out and positively identified two of the defendants.

    “That one there, I saw him through the front window,” he said, pointing at the defense table.

    Jonah asked him to be more specific.

“That one on the right,” he said. “Stephens. He shot Jimmie Cooper dead.”

    “You’re sure it was Mr. Stephens you saw?”

    “No doubt about it,” said Abraham. “And then that one there—Mr. Madden—he come into the parlor where I was, with another one of them Raiders. A man he called Harold.”

    “And what did Mr. Madden do?”

    “He says to this Harold, ‘You watch this old nigger real good. Keep your gun on his neck.’ Then he went back outside, Madden did.”

    “And the one he called Harold—he stayed there with you?”

    “Yes, he did.”

    “Did he keep a gun on you?”

    “Yes, sir. Up against my skull. And he grabbed Moody too. Not in a nice way.”

    “And how did you respond to that, Mr. Cross?”

    Abraham scratched his old head, closed his eyes for a moment. Then he spoke.

    “Well, sir, to tell you the truth I didn’t have to respond.”

    “And why is that?”

    “Because a minute later, Ben Corbett come into the room, and my granddaughter Moody…”

    He stopped.

    “Please continue,” Jonah said.

    “She pushed a kitchen knife into Harold’s back.”

    Chapter 107

    “SO, LET ME SEE if I’ve got this straight, Mr. Cross.”

    Maxwell Hayes Lewis stood up to begin his cross-examination of Abraham.

    “You were lying in your living room, half asleep. Or maybe you were asleep and dreaming part of the time, you’re not really certain. You woke up… or you think you woke up… you looked out that window and saw a man you thought was Mr. Stephens pulling the trigger on a pistol.”

    Jonah said, “Your Honor—”

    “Overruled,” my father said.

    “This is supposed to be a cross-examination,” Jonah said. “Could he get to a question sometime today?”

    “I said overruled,” my father repeated.

    “Oh, I’m asking him a question,” Lewis said. “I’m asking him if I’ve got his story straight. Mr. Cross, you said you saw this man shooting a pistol. But in fact you never saw him shoot anyone. You never saw anyone take a bullet from Mr. Stephens’s gun, did you? You can’t follow the path of a bullet with your eyes.”

    “Your Honor—”

    “Hush.” My father waved his hand as if Jonah were a fly that needed swatting. He turned to Abraham. “Answer the question. Are you sure who you saw?”

    Abraham worked his jaw, as if chewing a wad of tobacco. Then he spoke.

    “I know it was Mr. Stephens shooting, ’cause I saw him clear as day. I heard Jimmie when he fell and hit the roof. I knew that’s who it was ’cause I’d watched him climb up on the roof. And I saw him again, when he fell.”

    Good for you, Abraham , I cheered silently. Give it back to him. Stick him with the truth.

    “And that’s the way you remember it?” Lewis said.

    “Yes, sir. But not only that. That’s how it was. ”

    “How is your memory these days, Mr. Cross?”

    “Sharp as a serpent’s tongue, sir,” he said.

    That got a chuckle from the spectators.

    Lewis smiled too. “How old are you now, Mr. Cross, sir?”

    “Mama always said I come into Miss’ippi the same year Miss’ippi joined up with the United States.”

    “And Mississippi became a state in 1817,” said Lewis. “So that would make you…”

    “Eighty-nine,” Abraham said. “Same as Miss’ippi.”

    Another laugh. If the jury was anything like the audience, some of them had to be enjoying Abraham’s company.

    Lewis ambled over to his desk, picked up a piece of paper, and carried it to the bench. “Your Honor, if it please the court, I submit article number one as physical entry and evidence, a warrant from the chief of police to search the premises of one Abraham Cross in the Eudora Quarters.”

    “Very well,” my father said. He took pleasure in sliding the document into the maw of his heavy iron stamp, bringing down the lever to imprint his seal and admit it into evidence.

    He handed the warrant back to Lewis, who carried it to Abraham.

    “Mr. Cross, would you please take a look at this document?”

    Abraham slowly settled his spectacles onto the bridge of his nose and took the paper from Lewis.

    “Mr. Cross, do you know how to read?”

    Abraham straightened up and glared at him. “I’ve been reading