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unusual because he had been a stickler for promptness during the week of jury selection. Bosch looked around and saw several reporters, maybe more than the day before. He found this curious since opening arguments were always such a draw.
Belk leaned toward Bosch and whispered, “Keyes is probably in there reading the
Times
story. Did you see it?”
Running late because of Sylvia, Bosch had had no time to read the paper. He'd left it on the mat at the front door.
“What'd it say?”
The paneled door opened and the judge came out before Belk could answer.
“Hold the jury, Miss Rivera,” the judge said to his clerk. He dropped his girth into his padded chair, surveyed the courtroom and said, “Counsel, any matters for discussion before we bring the jury in? Ms. Chandler?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Chandler said as she walked to the lectern.
Today she had on the gray suit. She had been alternating among three suits since jury selection began. Belk had told Bosch that this was because she didn't want to give the jurors the idea that she was wealthy. He said women lawyers could lose women jurors over something like that.
“Your Honor, the plaintiff asks for sanctions against Detective Bosch and Mr. Belk.”
She held up the folded Metro section of the
Times
. Bosch could see the story had caught the bottom right corner, same as the story the day before. The headline said CONCRETE BLONDE TIED TO DOLLMAKER. Belk stood but did not say anything, for once observing the judge's strict decorum of noninterruption.
“Sanctions for what, Ms. Chandler?” the judge asked.
“Your Honor, the discovery of this body yesterday has a tremendous evidentiary impact on this case. As an officer of the court, it was incumbent upon Mr. Belk to bring this information forward. Under Rule 11 of discovery, defendant's attorney must—”
“Your Honor,” Belk interrupted, “I was not informed of this development until last night. My intention was to bring the matter forward this morning. She is—”
“Hold it right there, Mr. Belk. One at a time in my courtroom. Seems you need a daily reminder of that. Ms. Chandler, I read that story you are referring to and though Detective Bosch was mentioned because of this case, he was not quoted. And Mr. Belk has rather rudely pointed out that he knew nothing about this until after court yesterday. Frankly, I don't see a sanctionable offense here. Unless you've got a card you haven't played.”
She did.
“Your Honor, Detective Bosch was well aware of this development, whether quoted or not. He was at the scene during yesterday's lunch break.”
“Your Honor?” Belk tried timidly.
Judge Keyes turned but looked at Bosch, not Belk.
“That right, Detective Bosch, what she says?”
Bosch looked at Belk for a moment and then up at the judge. Fucking Belk, he thought. His lie had left Bosch holding the bag.
“I was there, Your Honor. When I got back here for the afternoon session, there was no time to tell Mr. Belk about the discovery. I told him after court last night. I didn't see the paper yet this morning and I don't know what it says, but nothing has been confirmed about this body in regard to the Dollmaker or anyone else. There isn't even an ID yet.”
“Your Honor,” Chandler said, “Detective Bosch has conveniently forgotten that we had a fifteen-minute break during the afternoon session. I should think that was ample time for the detective to fill in his attorney on such important information.”
The judge looked at Bosch.
“I wanted to tell him during the break but Mr. Belk said he needed the time to prepare his opening statement.”
The judge eyed him closely for several seconds without saying anything. Bosch could tell the judge knew he was pushing the edge of the envelope of truth. Judge Keyes seemed to be making some kind of decision.
“Well, Ms. Chandler,” he finally said. “I don't rightly see the conspiracy that you do here. I'm going to let this go with a
Belk leaned toward Bosch and whispered, “Keyes is probably in there reading the
Times
story. Did you see it?”
Running late because of Sylvia, Bosch had had no time to read the paper. He'd left it on the mat at the front door.
“What'd it say?”
The paneled door opened and the judge came out before Belk could answer.
“Hold the jury, Miss Rivera,” the judge said to his clerk. He dropped his girth into his padded chair, surveyed the courtroom and said, “Counsel, any matters for discussion before we bring the jury in? Ms. Chandler?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Chandler said as she walked to the lectern.
Today she had on the gray suit. She had been alternating among three suits since jury selection began. Belk had told Bosch that this was because she didn't want to give the jurors the idea that she was wealthy. He said women lawyers could lose women jurors over something like that.
“Your Honor, the plaintiff asks for sanctions against Detective Bosch and Mr. Belk.”
She held up the folded Metro section of the
Times
. Bosch could see the story had caught the bottom right corner, same as the story the day before. The headline said CONCRETE BLONDE TIED TO DOLLMAKER. Belk stood but did not say anything, for once observing the judge's strict decorum of noninterruption.
“Sanctions for what, Ms. Chandler?” the judge asked.
“Your Honor, the discovery of this body yesterday has a tremendous evidentiary impact on this case. As an officer of the court, it was incumbent upon Mr. Belk to bring this information forward. Under Rule 11 of discovery, defendant's attorney must—”
“Your Honor,” Belk interrupted, “I was not informed of this development until last night. My intention was to bring the matter forward this morning. She is—”
“Hold it right there, Mr. Belk. One at a time in my courtroom. Seems you need a daily reminder of that. Ms. Chandler, I read that story you are referring to and though Detective Bosch was mentioned because of this case, he was not quoted. And Mr. Belk has rather rudely pointed out that he knew nothing about this until after court yesterday. Frankly, I don't see a sanctionable offense here. Unless you've got a card you haven't played.”
She did.
“Your Honor, Detective Bosch was well aware of this development, whether quoted or not. He was at the scene during yesterday's lunch break.”
“Your Honor?” Belk tried timidly.
Judge Keyes turned but looked at Bosch, not Belk.
“That right, Detective Bosch, what she says?”
Bosch looked at Belk for a moment and then up at the judge. Fucking Belk, he thought. His lie had left Bosch holding the bag.
“I was there, Your Honor. When I got back here for the afternoon session, there was no time to tell Mr. Belk about the discovery. I told him after court last night. I didn't see the paper yet this morning and I don't know what it says, but nothing has been confirmed about this body in regard to the Dollmaker or anyone else. There isn't even an ID yet.”
“Your Honor,” Chandler said, “Detective Bosch has conveniently forgotten that we had a fifteen-minute break during the afternoon session. I should think that was ample time for the detective to fill in his attorney on such important information.”
The judge looked at Bosch.
“I wanted to tell him during the break but Mr. Belk said he needed the time to prepare his opening statement.”
The judge eyed him closely for several seconds without saying anything. Bosch could tell the judge knew he was pushing the edge of the envelope of truth. Judge Keyes seemed to be making some kind of decision.
“Well, Ms. Chandler,” he finally said. “I don't rightly see the conspiracy that you do here. I'm going to let this go with a
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