T. Bunn - Winner Take All

“Can you tell the court what was Mr. Steadman’s temperament?”

“Mr. Dale, he’s as fine a man as I ever met. It’s been an honor working for him.” She nodded decisively. “An honor.”

Hamper Caisse rose in gaunt and clumsy stages. “Judge, I must object. We’re talking to a woman who has every reason to tell the court whatever will ensure her paycheck.”

In response, Marcus asked the witness, “Are you still in Mr. Steadman’s employment?”

“Nosir.”

“He dismissed you?”

“I wanted to stay on, but he wouldn’t let me. Said it might be dangerous, since the police couldn’t say how the fire got started.”

Hamper subsided into his chair without speaking. Judge Sears gave Marcus the nod.

“Tell us about the situation within Mr. Steadman’s former marriage.”

Ida Biggs took an even tighter grip upon her purse, glanced once more at Dale Steadman, then replied, “They argued back and forth all the time.”

“Accusations have been made that Mr. Steadman has physically attacked Erin Brandt.”

“Only time I know when Mr. Dale touched the lady, it happened right in the middle of the kitchen while I was fixing the baby’s lunch.”

“Did Mr. Steadman strike her as has been claimed?”

“She did the grabbing. But he ended up falling on top of her.”

“What happened then?”

“Mr. Dale, he pulled himself back up and ran off into the library. The lady went after him. She was swinging something, a pot I think it was.”

“So she was the aggressor?”

“Every time I saw, she was the one doing the swinging.”

“Do you recall what it was they argued about?”

“Everything under the sun. But Mr. Dale, he never started much of anything unless it was about the child. The rest of the time, he just stood there and let her get all worked up.”

“So there was nothing in particular that set her off?”

“Most times, it was how much she hated the place.”

“Their home?”

“The house, the town, the heat, the food, the people. You name it, she hated it.”

“What about their baby, Celeste?”

The woman’s features softened a stroke. “Mr. Dale, he dearly loves that child.”

“What about Ms. Brandt?”

“She didn’t act like no mother I’ve ever seen.”

Hamper Caisse gave a sonorous blast. “Objection! Generality!”

“Overruled. Proceed.”

“How was Ms. Brandt different from what you might have expected?”

“Just the way she looked at that baby. It was strange.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Biggs. I’m trying to gain a mental picture here. Strange just doesn’t do it for me.”

“The lady never said a thing. Not to me, not to her husband that I ever heard. She never disabused that baby in any way. She just never did anything .”

“Excuse me, but could you please try and give me a specific-”

“Why is this not clear to you, sir? If I brought the baby into a room, that lady would get up and walk out. She never changed the child’s diapers, not one single solitary time. She wouldn’t feed her. She wouldn’t dress her. She wouldn’t even hold Celeste unless there was somebody who walked over and set the child down in her lap. Then she’d just sit there waiting till she could find somebody to hand the baby to.” Ida Biggs kneaded the purse so hard the leather stretched and bunched. “Sweetest child you ever saw in all your born days. Little blond-haired angel was all she was. Just a treasure. I still dream about that baby’s smile.”

“Your honor, please,” Caisse complained. “The child is not on trial here.”

“Yes. Sustained. Redirect your witness, Mr. Glenwood.”

“Mrs. Biggs, we are gathered here today because Ms. Brandt is fighting to keep this child in her custody.”

“Sir, I tell you what’s the honest truth. Unless the Lord himself had done touched this lady’s heart, she isn’t doing what you say she’s doing.”

“Objection!”

Judge Sears did not release the witness from her gaze. “I’m going to allow this to go a little further.”

“But she is, Mrs. Biggs. Ms. Brandt has abducted the child and has brought us all here together today.”

“Then she ain’t doing it for the baby’s sake.”

“Your honor, this is absurd!” Hamper was up and pacing now. “How are we to take this woman’s unconfirmed testimony against all the evidence I presented on Friday?”

Marcus retreated to his seat. “No further questions, your honor.”

“Your witness, Mr. Caisse.”

Marcus held his breath. It was a risk, leaving the critical issue unaddressed. But the impact would be far stronger if Hamper did the asking.

Hamper Caisse did not merely step into the trap. He dove in. “All right, Mrs. Biggs! Let’s get to the heart of the matter. Tell us about Dale Steadman’s drinking!”

“The man liked his bourbon.”

“He liked it a lot .”

“That’s true.”

Hamper angled his head to ensure the judge was catching this. “Too much from the sounds of things.”

“He had himself a glass ’bout every night, that’s true.”

“A glass? Did you say a glass?”

“Sometimes two.”

“Two what, Mrs. Biggs? Two bottles?”

“Nosir. Not Mr. Dale.”

“Come on now, Mrs. Biggs. We’ve had testimony from a variety of sources that directly contradicts your own. We know you like the defendant. But we’re after the truth here. Mr. Steadman was a drunkard, wasn’t he?”

“Nosir. Not a bit of it.”

“I remind you you’re under oath, Mrs. Biggs.”

“Only time he ever let the drink take control was twice.” Ida Biggs kept as tight a grip on her emotions as she did upon her purse. “When that lady left him, and when she came back and stole that child. Mr. Dale’s a man with a big heart. That’s his only crime. That lady just ripped it right out of his body. And she done it twice.”

Hamper cast a molten glance at Marcus, then wheeled about and snapped, “Your honor, there isn’t a single solitary thing this woman can tell us of any value. I am not going to waste the court’s time with probing what I have already shown to be a pack of self-serving lies.”

“The witness may step down.”

But Hamper Caisse’s words had pinched Ida Biggs’ face up tight. “What I told you was the truth.”

Judge Sears said, “Please step down, Mrs. Biggs. The court is grateful for your coming all this way.”

As she left the stand and passed between the attorneys’ tables, Ida Biggs cast another glance at Dale Steadman. This time he returned the look, his expression as bleak as January rain. Whatever she saw there set the woman to humming a deep mournful note as she gathered up her husband and departed from the courtroom.

“Mr. Glenwood?”

“Your honor, at this time I’d like to call Mr. William Pierce to the stand.”

The gentleman being led to the front of the courtroom had skin paler than a deep tan. His hair was kinked a reddish gray, and his eyes were an opaque and smoky blue. A lovely young woman with the erect stature of a classical dancer held him by the elbow. She let him set the pace through the partition and up to where the bailiff waited with the Bible. Once he was seated, he whispered something to the young woman, who replied softly and touched his chin, tilting his gaze over to the right. As she returned to her seat, she gave Dale Steadman a grave nod.

Marcus began with, “How long did you work for Mr. Steadman’s company?”

“Eleven years and eight months. From the day it opened to the day I retired. Didn’t want to stop, but my eyes just went on me.”

“You were shop foreman?”

“Started off working in the supply depot. Got promoted five times.”