“Yeah.”
“Travis, I realize this may be a little uncomfortable, but you’ve sworn to tell the truth.”
“I know.”
“Good. And what did you tell Michael about Ms. Moon?”
“That I’d been with her,” he mumbled.
“Please speak up so the jury can hear you,” Yuki said.
The boy started again. “I told Michael that I’d been with her. A lot of us had. She’s a nice girl for someone who . . . anyway. She’s not crude or anything, and so . . .” Travis sighed. “And so she’s a good person to break you in.”
“Break you in?” Yuki asked, turning away from the witness, looking at the jurors. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
> “Do it for the first time. You’re not worried about what the girl’s going to think of you or anything. I mean, you get to be yourself, have fun, pay her, and leave.”
“I see. And what did Michael Campion say when you told him about Ms. Moon?”
“He said he didn’t want to die a virgin.”
“Travis, did you see Michael the day before he disappeared?”
“I saw him on the lunch line.”
“And how did he appear to you?”
“Happy. He said he had a date that night with Junie.”
“Thank you, Travis. Your witness,” Yuki said to L. Diana Davis.
Davis was wearing a blue double-breasted suit with two rows of four large white pearl buttons and a triple strand of pearls at her throat. Her silver hair was crisp, almost sharp.
She stood up and spoke from the defense table, saying, “I only have one question, Mr. Cook.”
The boy looked at her earnestly.
“Did you see Michael Campion go into Junie Moon’s house?”
“No, ma’am.”
“That’s all we have, Your Honor,” Davis said, sitting down.
Chapter 51
TANYA BROWN WAS ENJOYING HERSELF, giving Yuki a headache at the same time.
Ms. Brown smiled at the bailiff, tossed her hair as she swore to tell the truth, and modeled her orange jumpsuit as if it were designed by Versace. She was the third of Yuki’s three jailhouse witnesses, all “in the system” for dealing drugs, prostitution, or both, and all of whom had met Junie Moon within the walls of the county jail. And while the testimony of jailhouse snitches was generally considered suspect or useless, Yuki was hoping that the virtually identical statements of these three women would together substantiate Junie Moon’s confession.
Yuki asked Tanya Brown, “Did the prosecution offer you anything in exchange for your testimony?”
“No, ma’am.”
“We didn’t offer to get you transferred, or get you time off or better treatment or more privileges?”
“No, ma’am, you said you weren’t going to give me anything.” Tanya Brown wiggled her fanny in the witness seat, poured herself a glass of water, smiled at the judge, then settled down.
“All right then, Ms. Brown,” said Yuki. “Do you know the defendant?”