"Objection, Your Honor. It has no relevance."
"I will prove that there is a relevance."
"We'll see. In the meantime, you may proceed." Brennan placed the mirror in full view of the jury. "This minor was taken from the defendant's bathroom." He looked at the jurors. "As you can see, scrawled across it is 'You Will Die.' This was the defendant's pretext for having deputy Blake come to her apartment that night to protect her." He turned to Judge Williams. "I would like to call my next witness. Miss Laura Niven."
A middle-aged woman walking with a cane approached the witness box and was sworn in.
"Where do you work. Miss Niven?"
"I'm a consultant for the County of San Jose."
"And what do you do?"
"I'm a handwriting expert."
"How long have you worked for the county. Miss Niven?"
"Twenty-two years."
Brennan nodded toward the mirror. "You have been shown this mirror before?"
"Yes."
"And you've examined it?"
"I have."
"And you've been shown an example of the defendant's handwriting?"
"Yes."
"And had a chance to examine that?"
"Yes."
"And you've compared the two?"
"I have."
"And what is your conclusion?"
"They were written by the same person." There was a collective gasp from the courtroom. "So what you're saying is that Ashley Patterson wrote this threat to herself?"
"That is correct."
Mickey Brennan looked over at David. "Your witness."
David hesitated. He glanced at Ashley. She was staring down at the table, shaking her head. "No questions."
Judge Williams was studying David. "No questions, Mr. Singer?"
David rose to his feet. "No. All this testimony is meaningless." He turned to the jury. "The prosecution will have to prove that Ashley Patterson knew the victims and had a motive to - "
Judge Williams said angrily, "I've warned you before. It is not your place to instruct the jury on the law. If - "
"Someone has to," David exploded. "You're letting him get away with - "
"That's enough, Mr. Singer. Approach the bench."
David walked to the bench.
"I'm citing you for contempt of court and sentencing you to a night here in our nice jail the day this trial is over."
"Wait, Your Honor. You can't - " She said grimly, "I've sentenced you to one night. Would you like to try for two?"
David stood there, glaring at her, taking deep breaths. "For the sake of my client, I'll - I'll keep my feelings to myself."
"A wise decision," Judge Williams said curtly. "Court is adjourned." She turned to a bailiff. "When this trial is ended, I want Mr. Singer taken into custody."
"Yes, Your Honor."
Ashley turned to Sandra. "Oh, my God! What's happening?"
Sandra squeezed her arm. "Don't worry. You have to trust David."
Sandra telephoned Jesse Quiller.
"I heard," he said. "It's all over the news, Sandra. I don't blame David for losing his temper. She's been goading him from the beginning. What did David do to get her so down on him?"
"I don't know, Jesse. It's been horrible. You should see the faces of the jurors. They hate Ashley. They can't wait to convict her. Well, it's the defense's turn next. David will change their minds."
"Hold the thought."
"Judge Williams hates me, Sandra, and it's banning Ashley. If I don't do something about this, Ashley is going to die. I can't let that happen."
"What can you do?" Sandra asked. David took a deep breath. "Resign from the case." Both of them knew what that meant. The media would be full of his failure.
"I never should have agreed to take on the trial," David said bitterly. "Dr. Patterson trusted me to save his daughter's life, and I've - " He could not go on.
Sandra put her arms around him and held him close. "Don't worry, darling. Everything's going to turn out fine."
I've let everyone down, David thought. Ashley, Sandra... I'm going to be kicked out of the firm, I won't have a job and the baby is due soon. "Everything's going to turn out fine."
Right.
In the morning, David asked to see Judge Williams in her chambers. Mickey Brenman was there.
Judge Williams said, "You asked to see me, Mr. Singer?"
"Yes, Your Honor. I want to resign from the case." Judge Williams said, "On what grounds?" David spoke carefully. "I don't believe I'm the right lawyer for this trial. I think I'm hurting my client I would like to be replaced."
Judge Williams said quietly, "Mr. Singer, if you think I'm going to let you walk away from this and then have to start this trial all over again and waste even more time and money, you're quite mistaken. The answer is no. Do you understand me?"
David closed his eyes for an instant, forcing himself to stay calm. He looked up and said, "Yes, Your Honor. I understand you." He was trapped.