Nancy Grace - Murder in the Courthouse

All the pieces were fitting together… no photos of Eunah Mabry’s mother, hero worship of her dad, her father’s suicide, drinking herself to sleep as the child victim of divorce and scandal, and then, unrequited love for very married Judge Bill Regard. And now… she was reliving all those emotions again. Because of Judge Bill Regard. Or possibly in Eunah Mabry’s mind… because of Eleanor Odom .

The courtroom was tense. It was already dark outside and the night was visible through tall windows flanking the old, giant courtroom. Newer courtrooms were small and compact, the architects jamming as many onto one floor as possible. Not here in the old Chatham County Superior Courthouse.

The jury had been deliberating for two days now, starting at eight-thirty in the morning and now, day two, into the night. Already, the jury deliberations room buzzer had sounded three times so far.

Each time, it caused a free-for-all in the courtroom… reporters ducking to their seats, cranking up their laptops and iPads, each preparing to be the messenger that got the verdict out first. Three times so far. But each time, the buzzer had simply signaled a jury question or request. Once was for a copy of the jury charges. Hailey took that as a bad sign for the state. What about premeditated murder couldn’t they understand?

The second buzz was a question about the jury charge on credibility, who to believe. The jurors were instructed that if they disbelieved a witness in any part of their testimony, under law they could throw out the troubling portion of the testimony or all of the witness’s testimony.

On the other hand, the judge instructed the jury they were to make all witnesses “speak the truth,” impugning perjury onto no one. In other words, to try and reconcile the testimony of all the witnesses.

The third request was for the jury to have a TV and DVD player rolled into the jury deliberations room so that they could watch the police interrogation of Todd Adams. That is, until he stopped cooperating with police and demanded a lawyer. Hailey surmised the question on credibility related to whether Todd Adams was telling the truth. It was hard to tell, because he took the Fifth, refused to testify in front of the jury. It would have been deadly to his case to undergo cross-examination, even by the weakest of prosecutors. So all the jury had to go on was his police interrogation tape.

There were several problems with his story to the police. In one sitting, he contradicted his own alibi, first stating he was at work at the time Julie went missing, and then later insisting he was fishing and then at his mom and dad’s house.

But later, when Tish Adams had gotten through her COPD spell and taken the stand the next day, she explained away the inconsistencies in her son’s story by telling the jury very plainly that he’d called her on his way home from fishing. That Todd Adams simply stopped by his office to pick up some papers after fishing and en route to her home.

And home to her he came, she said. Home for supper, as a matter of fact, because, as Tish Adams indelicately put it, “Julie Love never was much of a cook to start with, and marriage with a child on the way didn’t change that.”

Tish Adams then topped it off by giving a wry, knowing smile to the jurors and Hailey was quite surprised to see two of the older lady jurors smiling back at Tish, clearly commiserating about unfortunate daughters-in-law.

Hailey also stole a glance at Todd Adams when his mom threw the unnecessary barb at Julie Love, now dead. She could see his jaw clenched, the muscles along his jawbone working.

But the tide turned in the courtroom when the state put up its very last witness. It was the end of a very long courtroom day. The air conditioning was on the blink and started and stopped in fits. The courtroom was warm and the judge had ordered the windows opened to let in what breeze there was to be had. It was nearly four o’clock when the state called its last witness, Dana Love, Julie Love Adams’s mother.

Suddenly, all the fanning and the loud sighs, the wriggling and whispered complaints about the heat ceased automatically. Dana Love stood up in her spot on the first pew behind the prosecution. She looked so much thinner than when the trial had started. Dark shadows were smudged under her eyes. She looked pale.

Today she wore a beautiful yellow suit jacket and skirt with a string of pearls at her neck. Dana Love had once pinned thin sky-blue and pink ribbons curled together on her lapel in memory of Julie and baby Lily, before DelVecchio insisted they be removed, claiming the delicate ribbons were “unconstitutional.”

Love made her way slowly, almost regally, to the stand. Passing between the two counsel tables, she paused long enough to direct a look that mirrored pure heartbreak and numbing hurt straight at Todd Adams. Adams met her gaze briefly, and then cast his eyes down in his lap, hanging his head low.

Did the jury see that? If a picture was truly worth a thousand words, then that was the single snap Hailey hoped they’d remember… Todd Adams looking down, unable to hold Dana’s steady gaze. Why? Hailey could only attribute that particular reaction to guilt and shame.

Her testimony started out matter-of-factly, going through Julie’s birth, her childhood, high school then college, her daughter’s wedding to Todd Adams, and, ultimately, Julie Love’s difficult pregnancy and her disappearance. She outlined the fears Julie had about Todd Adams’s possible affairs and, once again, the Christmas photo of Todd Adams with his girlfriend in the strapless red satin dress flashed up on a giant overhead monitor.

Dana Love visibly winced at the sight of the photo. “Did Julie know about this woman?”

“Cindy Gresham? Know about her? They went to the same high school together, so in that sense, yes. If you mean did Julie know Todd was cheating with Cynthia during their marriage? No… I don’t think so. Julie always believed everything Todd ever told her, without fail.”

“Objection! Facts not in evidence! This affair hasn’t been proven! It’s an insult to my client’s character, Your Honor! I must object and have it stricken from the record immediately…”

“Sit down, Mr. DelVecchio. Motive for murder, while not required under the law, may be presented. Do I need to remind you that Ms. Gresham has come before the jury and testified under oath that she was in fact having an affair with your client during his marriage?” The judge looked at DelVecchio as if he were no more than a gnat buzzing around his head at a barbecue.

“But, Your Honor! My client never confirmed it! It takes not one, but two to tango, Judge!” DelVecchio wouldn’t let it go. Hailey smiled… now he was making such a stink he was actually drawing more attention to the affair than if he had just sat there and gritted his teeth in silence.

“Overruled.”

The prosecutor had Dana Love go through the seemingly normal day Julie had gone missing. They had talked on the phone that morning. Julie’s legs were swollen from the pregnancy; baby Lily was due any day. The two had planned to go to a doctor’s appointment, then shop for baby clothes later that afternoon after lunch.

As it turned out, mother and daughter went to the doctor’s appointment and shopped, but Julie passed on lunch. She’d said, according to Dana, that she was exhausted and wanted to go home and lie down. Julie had driven away, out of the parking lot of Babies-R-Us with a back seat full of bags stuffed with pink onesies, little baby socks that looked like ballet slippers, and even tiny pink ribbons for when baby Lily finally got hair.

Dana never saw Julie alive again.

She testified about the day the doorbell rang. When she answered it, there were two SPD detectives standing there. They didn’t smile when Dana opened the screen door for them. She knew right then. Julie would never come home. She was dead.