Robert Browne - Trial Junkies

As the door behind the bench opened and Judge O'Donnell took a seat in his high-backed chair, Andy whispered, "See? What did I tell you? Dude definitely got laid during the break."

Andy quietly sang the first two lines of Afternoon Delight , and Monica snickered. So did Tom and Gus. And despite himself, Hutch joined in, thinking he could use a laugh just about now.

His kidney still ached and he was afraid he'd be pissing blood tonight.

He felt Keating's gaze on him and wondered what the old man's next step would be. Send out the Filipina towel girl to do more damage? Or was it all bluff in hopes that Hutch would tuck his tail and flee?

Judge O'Donnell shot a look in their direction, nearly provoking another wave of snickers, then said, "With all present and accounted for, court is back in session. Mr. Abernathy, please call your next witness."

Ronnie turned now, making brief eye contact with Hutch, and he knew he'd made the right decision in ignoring Keating's threat. If any of the old guy's lackeys came within ten feet of him, he'd call the cops.

Hopefully no one would have to call the paramedics.

Abernathy stood up, looking fully recovered from the morning session. "I'd like to call Ms. Carlene Harding to the stand."

So that's why Jenny's secretary was out.

A guard moved to a door, pushed it open and said something to the person waiting behind it. A moment later a tall black woman wearing a stylish but conservative skirt suit stepped into the courtroom and made her way to the witness box. She was movie-star pretty, and it looked to Hutch as if she'd spent some time in the makeup chair before driving to court today.

Everyone waited as she was sworn in and stated her name, then Abernathy approached the podium.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Harding."

She smiled warmly. "Hello." No case of the jitters for this witness. In fact, she looked so calm and collected that Hutch had to wonder if she was on something.

"Ms. Harding, where are you currently employed?"

"The Law Offices of Treacher and Pine." There was a hint of pride in her voice.

"And what is your occupation?"

"I'm a legal secretary."

Abernathy nodded. "And what exactly does that job entail?"

"I have a number of duties. I keep the court calendar for my attorneys, schedule appointments and depositions, prepare briefs, take dictation, and handle any written correspondence that may be needed."

"And for which attorneys do you do all this work?"

"I'm currently assisting Curtis Tobin and Mitchell Clark in contracts."

"What about four months ago? Who were assisting then?"

Harding's eyes clouded slightly. "Mr. Tobin and Ms. Keating, in the same department."

"Jennifer Keating? The victim in this case?"

She nodded solemnly. "Yes."

"And how long did you work for Ms. Keating?"

She thought about this, then said, "Jenny came aboard about a month after I started, so approximately four years."

"I see. And how would you characterize your relationship with her?"

"Unlike some attorneys I've worked for, Jenny never looked down on the support staff. We didn't really socialize outside the office, but I like to think we were friends."

Abernathy nodded then checked the notepad in front of him on the podium. "I assume your duties were the same for Ms. Keating as they are for Mr. Tobin and Mr. Clark?"

"Yes," she said.

"Did you also handle her phone calls?"

"Only the calls that came through the office switchboard. Jenny had a cell phone that she used quite frequently."

"Was that a business phone?"

"Not technically, no. It was her personal line. The office used to supply cell phones for the attorneys, but the practice became cost prohibitive and the attorneys were encouraged to use their own."

"So would the cell phone be a number she would normally give out to clients?"

Harding shook her head. "No. That number was private and would only be given to close friends or work associates. Any calls from clients would have gone to her office phone, if they knew her direct extension, or be routed through me."

"I see," Abernathy said. "So if I needed to talk to Ms. Keating and didn't have her cell number, how would I have contacted her?"

"Call the firm's main number and the operator would transfer it to me. Once I determined who was calling and why, I'd buzz Jenny and ask if she was available."

"And if she wasn't?"

"I'd take a message."

"What if Ms. Keating herself needed to call a client. Did she ever have you make the call, then connect to her once the party answered?"

"That was part of my job, yes."

Abernathy bobbed his head and spent a short moment formulating his next question. Then he said, "Ms. Harding, you say that you and Ms. Keating didn't really socialize outside the office, but is it fair to say that you knew a good deal about her social life?"

"I think so, yes."

"And how is that?"

"Like I told you," Harding said, "we were friends. Office friends. She'd sometimes talk about her private life and the people she knew outside work."

"Assistant District Attorney Warren Lutz, for example?"

"Yes, they were in a romantic relationship for quite some time."

"Did she ever talk about that relationship?"

Harding nodded. "Sometimes. Not often. More toward the end, when they decide to call it quits."

"Is that how she characterized it? That they had decided to call it quits?"

"Yes," Harding said. "She told me it was a mutual decision. She said the relationship had run its course and they had both decided to move on."

"Did she ever tell you why?"

"Objection," Waverly called out. "Is this a murder trial or a soap opera?"

This got a few laughs from the gallery.

"Your Honor, defense counsel opened this door this morning when she inferred that ADA Lutz was the one who should be on trial here."

"I inferred no such thing, Your Honor. I was merely pointing out the deficiencies in Detective Meyer's-"

"Oh, please," Abernathy snapped. "You as good as accused the man of-"

"All right, children, that's enough." O'Donnell waved an impatient hand at them. "Objection overruled, let's keep moving."

The two attorneys took a moment to calm down, then Abernathy repeated his question. "You can answer Ms. Harding. Did Ms. Keating ever tell you why she and Mr. Lutz decided to move on?"

"Not really. I have my suspicions, but-"

"Objection."

"Sustained."

Abernathy smiled at the witness. "I appreciate your honesty, but let's try to avoid any hint of conjecture in your answers. Tell us only what Ms. Keating told you."

"She said they just realized they were better off as friends."

Abernathy nodded. "And when they were more than just friends, did Mr. Lutz ever call her?"

"I don't know about her private number, but yes, of course, he would sometimes call the office complaining that she'd turned off her cell, wanting to know if she was in a meeting or stuck in court."

"And after they 'moved on'?"

"I didn't notice any change in the frequency of calls."

"What about Ms. Keating? Did she ever have you call Mr. Lutz during this period?"

"Yes, many times," Harding said, then showed the glimmer of a smile. "I once asked her how she could stay friends with a man who had shared her bed-it's not something I could do-and she told me that she still found him intellectually stimulating and saw no point is shutting down an entire relationship simply because they were no longer having sex."

Abernathy nodded and fiddled with his notepad, pausing to let the jury ponder this notion. He was no doubt hoping that he had repaired some of the damage Waverly had done this morning.

Then he said, "Ms. Harding, when was the first time you heard the name Veronica Baldacci?"