The Innocent Woman

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    “You make it sound so bad,” Amy said.
    “Oh yeah?” Steve said. “Just wait till you hear how Dirkson makes it sound. You ever own a gun?”
    “No.”
    “Ever have one in your possession?”
    “No.”
    “Did you take anything out of the office?”
    “Huh?”
    “You claim you didn’t touch the petty cash, right? Well, did you touch anything else? Was there anything else, however trivial, that you took from the office?”
    “No.”
    “Did you leave anything in the office?”
    “Like what?”
    “I have no idea.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “What about the body?”
    “What about it?”
    “Did you touch it?”
    “No.”
    “You went in the office, he’s lying on the floor dead. You didn’t bend down, touch him, make sure he was dead?”
    “No.”
    “What did you do?”
    “I was horrified. I backed away.”
    “But after you calmed down you went closer to look. Didn’t you?”
    “Well, sure.”
    “You didn’t touch the body then?”
    “No.”
    “Didn’t look in his pockets, perhaps?”
    “No. Why would I do that?”
    “I have no idea. I’m asking if you did.”
    “You’ve asked the same questions several times.”
    “And gotten several different answers.”
    “Now look here—”
    “No, you look here. You have a very low credibility rating right now. Just answer the questions, and try to get ’em right. Tell me this. When you went back there and called the cops—while you were waiting for them you didn’t by any chance close the petty cash box and the petty cash drawer?”
    “Why would I do that?”
    “You keep asking me that. Frankly, I have no idea why you do what you do. I’m asking if you closed the drawer.”
    “No, of course not.” Amy took a breath. She leaned forward, blinked her eyes, looked close to tears. “Now look,” she said. “You gotta help me. You’re sitting there, firing questions at me like this was all my fault. I got the call, came to the office, found him dead.”
    “Right,” Steve said. “You’re innocent. Just like the first time you came to my office.” He shook his head. “I should trust my first instincts more.” He snorted. “Innocent, hell.”

29.
    “R OBBERY AND REVENGE .”
    Harry Dirkson stood before the jury and held up his left hand with two fingers raised. “Two separate but interconnected motives.” Dirkson smiled. “It’s nice when you’re able to prove one motive. It’s a rare thing when you’re able to prove two. But that what we have in this case.”
    Dirkson turned, pointed to the defense table, where Amy Dearborn sat beside Steve Winslow. “Amy Dearborn killed Frank Fletcher to rob him and to exact revenge. Revenge for what? For accusing her of a crime. Frank Fletcher was her employer, and he had fired her for stealing. More than that, he had actually had her arrested for the crime. She had been tried and acquitted that very afternoon .”
    Dirkson paused, let that sink in. Then he shifted gears, became crisp and businesslike. “We expect to show, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, that that night, following the conclusion of the trial, the defendant went out to dinner, returned home to her apartment and found a message from Frank Fletcher on her answering machine. And what was the gist of that message? Telling her that he was working at the office and suggesting that she stop by and work things out.
    “Well, Amy worked things out all right. She went down to the office, shot him and killed him.
    “Why? Revenge.
    “First motive.
    “And what did she do then? She robbed the place. She cleaned out the petty cash drawer.
    “Second motive.
    “Just like that. In one fell swoop.
    “Robbery and revenge.
    “And what was the crime Frank Fletcher had accused her of? The crime she was arrested for? The charge for which she enacted her revenge?”
    Dirkson paused, shrugged, smiled.
    “Stealing the company’s petty cash.”
    Dirkson nodded in agreement with himself, inviting the jury to agree too. “When you hear the evidence, ladies and gentlemen, you will see how well it all fits. We expect to show that in addition to the business relationship, Amy Dearborn had dated Frank Fletcher at one time. Until he dropped her. So it wasn’t just the accusation of theft. You also have to factor in the concept of a woman scorned. Imagine the defendant carrying all that around inside her. And then going through the emotional turmoil of a jury trial. Consider the relief she must have felt when that trial ended