Mickey Haller 4 - The Fifth Witness

knock you down. You are excited and hopeful and righteous and I want you to stay that way. Because the jury picks up on it and it helps just as much as anything I do in there. But you have to remember, the mountain is getting steeper. She’s got the science still to come and juries love science because it gives them a way out, a way of deferring. People think they want to be on jury duty. You get out of work, you sit front row on an interesting case, real-life drama in front of you instead of on the tube at home. But eventually they have to go back into that room and look at each other and decide. They have to decide somebody’s life. Believe me, not too many people want to do that. The science makes it easier. ‘Oh, well, if the DNA matches then it can’t be wrong. Guilty as charged.’ You see? This is what we still face, Lisa, and I don’t want there to be any illusions about it.”
    Dahl gallantly put his hand on her arm, which leaned on the table. He gave it a comforting squeeze.
    “Well, what will we do about their DNA?” Trammel asked.
    “Nothing,” I said. “There’s nothing I can do. I told you before trial we had our own people test it and we got the same answers. It’s legit.”
    Her eyes were cast down in defeat and I saw the start of tears, which was what I wanted. The waitress chose that moment to show up with our lunch plates. I waited until we were left alone before continuing.
    “Cheer up, Lisa. The DNA is just window dressing.”
    She looked up at me in confusion.
    “I thought you just said it’s legit.”
    “It is. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t an explanation for it. I’ll handle the DNA. Like you said when we sat down, my job here is to drop a doubt into each piece of their puzzle. Then we hope when all their pieces are in place and they hold the picture up to the jury that all the little seeds of doubt we have sown have grown into something that changes that picture. If we do that, then we get tan.”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “We go home. We go to the beach and we get tan.”
    I smiled at her and she smiled back. Her tearing up had smeared the intricate makeup work she had performed that morning.
    The rest of lunch was punctuated by small talk and uninformed or inane observations of the criminal justice system by my client and her paramour. This was a common thing I had observed in my clients. They don’t know the law but are quick to tell me what is wrong with it. I waited until Trammel forked the last bite of salad into her mouth.
    “Lisa, your mascara got a little smeared during the first part of our conversation. It’s very important that you stay strong and look strong. I want you to go into the restroom and make yourself look strong, okay?”
    “Can I just do it at the courthouse?”
    “No, because we might be going in at the same time as some of the jurors or the reporters. You never know who will see you. I don’t want anyone thinking you’re spending your lunch hour crying, okay? I want you to do it now. And I’ll call Rojas to come pick us up.”
    “It might take me a few minutes.”
    I checked my watch.
    “Okay, take your time. I’ll wait a little bit on Rojas.”
    Dahl got up so she could slide out of the booth. Then we were left alone. I had pushed my plate to the side and had my elbows on the table. I had my hands clasped together in front of my mouth, like a poker player holding up his cards to help hide his face. At heart a good lawyer was a negotiator. And now it was time to negotiate Herb Dahl’s exit.
    “So Herb… it’s time for you to go.”
    He gave me a small smile of misunderstanding.
    “What do you mean? We all came together.”
    “No, I mean from the case. From Lisa. It’s time for you to disappear.”
    He kept the I don’t understand demeanor going.
    “I’m not going anywhere. Lisa and me… we’re close. And I have a lot of money tied up in this thing.”
    “Well, your money’s gone. And as far as Lisa goes, that’s a charade that is coming to an end right now.”
    I reached into the inside pocket of my coat and pulled out the photo of Herb with the brothers Mack that Cisco had given me the night before. I handed it across the table to him. He gave it a quick look and then laughed uneasily.
    “Okay, I’ll bite. Who are they?”
    “The Mack brothers. The men you hired to work me over.”
    He shook his head and glanced over his shoulder at the rear hallway that led to the restrooms. He then turned back to