The Lincoln Lawyer

Cecil and my mother. We would like you to join us.”
    I shook my head.
    “I have to defend you, Louis, but I don’t have to eat with you.”
    I took my checkbook out of my briefcase and left him there. I walked around the table to the clerk’s station so that I could write out a check for five hundred dollars. The money didn’t hurt as much as I knew the bar review that follows any contempt citation would.
    When I was finished I turned back to find Lorna waiting for me at the gate with a smile. We planned to go to lunch and then she would go back to manning the phone in her condo. In three days I would be back in business and needed clients. I was depending on her to start filling in my calendar.
    “Looks like I better buy you lunch today,” she said.
    I threw my checkbook into the briefcase and closed it. I joined her at the gate.
    “That would be nice,” I said.
    I pushed through the gate and checked the bench where I had seen Lankford and Sobel sitting a few moments before.
    They were gone.

TWENTY-NINE
    T he prosecution began presenting its case to the jury in the afternoon session and very quickly Ted Minton’s strategy became clear to me. The first four witnesses were a 911 dispatch operator, the patrol officers who responded to Regina Campo’s call for help and the paramedic who treated her before she was transported to the hospital. In anticipation of the defense strategy, it was clear that Minton wanted to firmly establish that Campo had been brutally assaulted and was indeed the victim in this crime. It wasn’t a bad strategy. In most cases it would get the job done.
    The dispatch operator was essentially used as the warm body needed to introduce a recording of Campo’s 911 call for help. Printed transcripts of the call were handed out to jurors so they could read along with a scratchy audio playback. I objected on the grounds that it was prejudicial to play the audio recording when the transcript would suffice but the judge quickly overruled me before Minton even had to counter. The recording was played and there was no doubt that Minton had started out of the gate strong as the jurors sat raptly listening to Campo scream and beg for help. She sounded genuinely distraught and scared. It was exactly what Minton wanted the jurors to hear and they certainly got it. I didn’t dare question the dispatcher on cross-examination because I knew it might give Minton the opportunity to play the recording again on redirect.
    The two patrol officers who followed offered different testimony because they did separate things upon arriving at the Tarzana apartment complex in response to the 911 call. One primarily stayed with the victim while the other went up to the apartment and handcuffed the man Campo’s neighbors were sitting on-Louis Ross Roulet.
    Officer Vivian Maxwell described Campo as disheveled, hurt and frightened. She said Campo kept asking if she was safe and if the intruder had been caught. Even after she was assured on both questions, Campo remained scared and upset, at one point telling the officer to unholster her weapon and have it ready in case the attacker broke free. When Minton was through with this witness, I stood up to conduct my first cross-examination of the trial.
    “Officer Maxwell,” I asked, “did you at any time ask Ms. Campo what had happened to her?”
    “Yes, I did.”
    “What exactly did you ask her?”
    “I asked what had happened and who did this to her. You know, who had hurt her.”
    “What did she tell you?”
    “She said a man had come to her door and knocked and when she opened it he punched her. She said he hit her several times and then took out a knife.”
    “She said he took the knife out after he punched her?”
    “That’s how she said it. She was upset and hurt at the time.”
    “I understand. Did she tell you who the man was?”
    “No, she said she didn’t know the man.”
    “You specifically asked if she knew the man?”
    “Yes. She said no.”
    “So she just opened her door at ten o’clock at night to a stranger.”
    “She didn’t say it that way.”
    “But you said she told you she didn’t know him, right?”
    “That is correct. That is how she said it. She said, ‘I don’t know who he is.’”
    “And did you put this in your report?”
    “Yes, I did.”
    I introduced the patrol officer’s report as a defense exhibit and had Maxwell read parts of it to the jury. These parts involved Campo saying that the attack was unprovoked