The Reversal

the box to be incensed by what they saw. I wanted to light the fire of one of the basic instincts. Vengeance.
    I counted on Royce to object and he did, but by then he had exhausted his welcome with the judge, and his argument that the images were graphic and cumulatively excessive fell on deaf ears. They were allowed.
    Finally, Izzy Gordon brought us to the last crime scene—the tow truck—and she described how she had spotted three long hairs caught in the crack that split the bench seat and pointed them out to Donovan for collection.
    “What happened to those hairs?” I asked.
    “They were individually bagged and tagged and then taken to the Scientific Investigation Division for comparison and analysis.”
    Gordon’s testimony was smooth and efficient. When I turned her over to the defense, Royce did the best he could. He did not bother to assail the collection of evidence but merely attempted once again to gain a foothold for the defense theory. In doing so he skipped the first two crime scenes and zeroed in on the tow truck.
    “Ms. Gordon, when you got to the Aardvark towing yard, were there police officers already there?”
    “Yes, of course.”
    “How many?”
    “I didn’t count but there were several.”
    “What about detectives?”
    “Yes, there were detectives conducting a search of the whole business under the authority of a search warrant.”
    “And were these detectives you had seen earlier at the previous crime scenes?”
    “I think so, yes. I would assume so but I do not remember specifically.”
    “But you seem to remember other things specifically. Why don’t you remember which detectives you were working with?”
    “There were several people working this case. Detective Kloster was the lead investigator but he was dealing with three different locations as well as the girl who was the witness. I don’t remember if he was at the tow yard when I first arrived but he was there at some point. I think that if you refer to the crime scene attendance logs, you will be able to determine who was at what scene and when.”
    “Ah, then we shall do just that.”
    Royce approached the witness stand and gave Gordon three documents and a pencil. He then returned to the lectern.
    “What are those three documents, Ms. Gordon?”
    “These are crime scene attendance logs.”
    “And which scenes are they from?”
    “The three I worked in regard to the Landy case.”
    “Can you please take a moment to study those logs and use the pencil I have given you to circle any name that appears on all three lists.”
    It took Gordon less than a minute to complete the task.
    “Finished?” Royce asked.
    “Yes, there are four names.”
    “Can you tell us?”
    “Yes, myself and my supervisor, Art Donovan, and then Detective Kloster and his partner, Chad Steiner.”
    “You were the only four who were at all three crime scenes that day, correct?”
    “That is correct.”
    Maggie leaned into me and whispered.
    “Cross-scene contamination.”
    I shook my head slightly and whispered back.
    “That suggests accidental contamination. I think he’s going for intentional planting of evidence.”
    Maggie nodded and leaned away. Royce asked his next question.
    “Being one of only four who were at all four scenes, you had a keen understanding of this crime and what it meant, isn’t that correct?”
    “I’m not sure what you mean.”
    “Among police personnel, were emotions high at these crime scenes?”
    “Well, everyone was very professional.”
    “You mean nobody cared that this was a twelve-year-old girl?”
    “No, we cared and you could say things were at least tense at the first two scenes. We had the family at one and the dead little girl at the other. I don’t really remember things being emotional at the tow yard.”
    Wrong answer, I thought. She had opened a door for the defense.
    “Okay,” Royce said, “but you are saying that at the first two scenes the emotions were high, correct?”
    I stood up, just to give Royce a dose of his own medicine.
    “Objection. Asked and answered already, Your Honor.”
    “Sustained.”
    Royce was undaunted.
    “Then how did these emotions display themselves?” he asked.
    “Well, we talked. Art Donovan told me to keep professional detachment. He said we had to do our best work because this had been just a little girl.”
    “What about detectives Kloster and Steiner?”
    “They said the same thing. That we couldn’t leave any stone unturned, that we had to