Randy Singer - The Justice Game

“The defendant has retained an expert witness named Ed Poole,” Kelly explained. “A former chief of police for the city of Atlanta. He’s going to tell you that the man who shot Rachel Crawford could have obtained his gun from the black market. That it wouldn’t have made any difference if MD Firearms had cut off dealers like Peninsula Arms.

“But then I’ll get a chance to ask him a few questions on cross-examination. And without giving away what I’m going to say, I’ll promise you this: By the time he leaves the stand, you won’t be willing to believe a word the man says.”

Kelly lowered her voice. She went to her counsel table and picked up the MD-9 used to kill Rachel Crawford. “This case is really the story of a gun,” she said. “This gun.”

It took her ten more minutes to tell the story. The illegal purchase by Larry Jamison. His vendetta against Rachel Crawford because of the investigative report Rachel had prepared. His plan to take Rachel hostage and execute her on live television.

“Unfortunately,” Kelly said, her voice nearly a whisper, “his plan worked to perfection. What you’re about to see is graphic, but it’s the reason the stakes are so high when a company like MD Firearms does a cost-benefit analysis about the way it distributes its products. What you’re about to see, what many of you have already seen, are the last few minutes of Rachel Crawford’s life…”

Jason Noble leaned back in his chair, frowned a little, shook his head occasionally, and jotted a note or two. He stifled a yawn for the jury. On the outside, the epitome of boredom. On the inside, butterflies in full riot mode, heart pumping, perspiration factory working overtime.

He noticed that Kelly Starling had no trouble keeping the rapt attention of the men on the jury. She had recently cut her short blonde hair, making her appear even more businesslike. She wore a white blouse, gray suit, heels, understated earrings, a silver necklace, and a touch of lipstick-very classy, but nothing to purposely draw attention to herself.

She didn’t have to. She walked around the courtroom with elegant grace, her eyes blazing with intensity, yet still she managed a beguiling smile here and there. The four men on the jury followed her every move. The three women kept glancing over at her client. She was, thought Jason, a formidable opponent.

She stood now at the edge of the jury box, out of the way, and for the first time nobody paid any attention to her. She played the video of the shooting. It started with Rachel live on the air, and then somebody yelled something about a gun. The screen went dark for what seemed like an eternity.

When it came back on, Jamison was on camera along with Lisa Roberts, the news anchor, and Rachel. Jamison forced the women to introduce themselves and told the television audience they had just heard a bunch of lies. He paced behind Lisa and Rachel, then pointed the gun at Rachel’s face.

While Jamison ranted about the investigative report, Jason watched the looks on the faces of the jurors. Most of them grimaced, bracing themselves for what they knew was coming. They seemed to be holding their collective breath.

Jamison questioned Rachel about her sources, threatening her as he did so. He forced Rachel to apologize and beg for mercy. He questioned Lisa: “Do you agree that it’s her fault?” Lisa shuddered and sobbed, “She made a mistake.”

Though the jury knew it was coming, the gunshots still managed to startle them. Some jolted back as they watched Rachel dive for the floor, Jamison pumping bullets into his victim even as his own body was torn apart by the SWAT team bullets. There was shouting and chaos. Both Rachel and Jamison lay dead on the set, blood splattering their bodies.

The screen went blank.

Kelly moved to the front of the jury box and stood there. She didn’t say a word. Her back was to Jason, so he couldn’t tell if she was crying or just trying to hold it together. The tension in the courtroom was off the charts.

“Ms. Starling,” Judge Garrison finally prompted. He said it softly, as if trying to nudge her from a trance.

“Silence,” Kelly said. “Since the time those gunshots were fired, for my client… there’s been nothing but silence. Where once there was the laughter of a spouse, a greeting when he came home from work, soft breathing on the pillow next to him at night, all those sounds that brought joy and contentment in life… now, there’s just silence.”

Kelly hit the remote again, and the screen displayed the ultrasound images. “Where once there was a heartbeat, there is silence.

“What would my client give to spend one more day with his wife? I’ll tell you what he’d give-anything in the world. You can’t put a price on a soul mate.”

Kelly stopped and turned toward Jason’s counsel table, her eyes locking on Case McAllister.

She turned back to the jury and lowered her voice. “Not even Mr. McAllister could do a cost-benefit analysis on that.”

Watching on the large flat-screen television in his office, Robert Sherwood gave Kelly’s opening an approving grunt. He took a long pull on his cigar and wafted the smoke toward the ceiling. Kelly Starling had risen to the occasion.

At Justice Inc. she had been a good lawyer-a pleasant face, an ultracompetitive personality, and a hard worker. But she had never shown the flashes of brilliance that Sherwood had seen from Jason Noble. Five years of trial experience had changed her. Sherwood had expected a solid opening. But this one bordered on greatness.

At heart, Robert Sherwood was still a trial lawyer. He loved watching the cases unfold. He had spent the months since Andrew Lassiter’s departure rebuilding trust with investors. For once, the stars were truly aligning on a case. If things stayed on course, it could be Justice Inc.’s biggest payoff yet. There were dozens of publicly traded gun companies that would be affected by this trial’s outcome.

He took another puff on the cigar and watched Jason Noble rise to face the jury. This would be good. Kelly Starling had thrown down the gauntlet. Let’s see how the whiz kid responds.

Jason Noble stood, took a quick look around the courtroom, and froze. Leaning against the back wall, arms folded across his chest, was Jason’s father. The bailiffs had closed off the courtroom earlier that morning when the seats were full, but his dad had must have used his law enforcement credentials to talk his way through.

Jason wasn’t used to having his father in the audience. Even in high school, the man always had an excuse during Jason’s soccer games. It got to the point where Jason didn’t even tell him the game schedule. But now he was standing there against the back wall, and he gave Jason a little nod, adding an extra jolt to the adrenaline already surging through his body.

Jason knew his first job was to take the emotion out of the courtroom. The jurors needed to use their heads, not their hearts.

“Some of you may have seen the movie A Beautiful Mind, the true story of a mathematical genius named John Forbes Nash. He won the Nobel Prize for economics. He may be the most impressive mathematical genius the world has ever seen.”

“Objection, Your Honor.” Kelly Starling was on her feet, a small smile on her lips. “Perhaps I’m in the wrong case. But if not, this can’t be relevant.”

Jason had not objected during Kelly’s entire opening, though he’d had plenty of opportunities. He thought objecting during opening statements made lawyers look petty and simply called more attention to what the other side was saying.

He spread his palms. “I’m getting to the point, Judge. If opposing counsel could give me sixty seconds or so before making her first objection, she’d see how it’s relevant.”