The Reversal

for anything and everything.”
    “I will be. That leaves you with Bosch and Jessup. You still think he’ll testify?”
    “Jessup? Yes, he’s got to. Clive knows he can’t do that to a jury, not after twenty-four years. So, yes, I’ve got him and I’ve got Bosch.”
    “At least with Harry you don’t have to worry about any baggage.”
    “That Clive knows about yet.”
    “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
    “It means don’t underestimate Clever Clive Royce. See, that’s what you prosecutors always do. You get overconfident and it makes you vulnerable.”
    “Thank you, F. Lee Bailey. I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “How was Bosch today?”
    “He was Bosch. What happened on your end?”
    I checked through the door of the kitchen. Hayley was sitting on the couch with her homework spread out on the coffee table.
    “Well, for one thing, we’ve got a judge. Breitman, Department one-twelve.”
    Maggie considered the case assignment for a moment before responding.
    “I would call that a no-win for either side. She’s straight down the middle. Never a prosecutor, never a defense attorney. Just a good, solid civil trial lawyer. I think neither side gets an advantage with her.”
    “Wow, a judge who’s going to be impartial and fair. Imagine that.”
    She didn’t respond.
    “She set the first status conference in chambers. Wednesday morning at eight before court starts. You read anything into that?”
    This meant the judge wanted to meet the lawyers and discuss the case in chambers, starting things off informally and away from the lens of the media.
    “I think that’s good. She’s probably going to set the rules with media and procedure. It sounds to me like she’s going to run a tight ship.”
    “That was what I was thinking. You’re free Wednesday to be there?”
    “I’ll have to check my calendar but I think so. I’m trying to clear everything except for this.”
    “I gave Royce the first bit of discovery today. It was mostly composed of material from the first trial.”
    “You know you could have held off on that until the thirty-day marker.”
    “Yeah, but what’s the point?”
    “The point is strategy. The earlier you give it to him, the more time he has to be ready for it. He’s trying to put the squeeze on us by not waiving speedy trial. You should put the squeeze right back on him by not showing our hand until we have to. Thirty days before trial.”
    “I’ll remember that with the next round. But this was pretty basic stuff.”
    “Was Sarah Gleason on the witness list?”
    “Yes, but under the name Sarah Landy—as it was in ’eighty-six. And I gave the office as the address. Clive doesn’t know we found her.”
    “We need to keep it that way until we have to reveal it. I don’t want her harassed or feeling threatened.”
    “What did you tell her about coming down for the trial?”
    “I told her she would probably be needed for two days in trial. Plus the travel.”
    “And that’s not going to be a problem?”
    “Well… she runs her own business and has been at it only a couple years. She has one big, ongoing project but otherwise said that things are slow. My guess is we can get her down when we need her.”
    “Are you still in Port Townsend?”
    “Yes, we just got finished with her about an hour ago. We grabbed dinner and checked in at a hotel. It’s been a long day.”
    “And you’re coming back tomorrow?”
    “We were planning on it. But our flight’s not till two. We have to take a ferry—it’s a journey just to the airport.”
    “Okay, call me in the morning before you leave. Just in case I think of something involving the witness.”
    “Okay.”
    “Did either of you take notes?”
    “No, we thought it might freeze her.”
    “Did you record it?”
    “No, same reason.”
    “Good. I want to keep as much of this out of discovery as possible. Tell Bosch not to write anything up. We can copy Royce on the six-pack she made the ID off of, but that’s it.”
    “Right. I’ll tell Harry.”
    “When, tonight or tomorrow?”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “Nothing, never mind. Anything else?”
    “Yes.”
    I braced for it. My petty jealousy had slipped out for one small moment.
    “I would like to say good night to my daughter now.”
    “Oh,” I said, relief bursting through my body. “I’ll put her on.”
    I took the phone out to Hayley.
    “It’s your mother.”

Fourteen
    Tuesday, February 23, 8:45 P.M .
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