Finally, it was Jessup who looked away.
"Well, it was a Sunday," Gleason said. "We were going to go to church. My whole family. Melissa and I were in our dresses so my mother told us to go out front."
"Why couldn't you use the backyard?"
"My stepfather was building a pool and there was a lot of mud in the back and a big hole. My mother was worried we might fall down and get our dresses dirty."
"So you went out to the front yard."
"Yes."
"And where were your parents at this time, Sarah?"
"My mother was still upstairs getting ready and my stepfather was in the TV room. He was watching sports."
"Where was the TV room in the house?"
"In the back next to the kitchen."
"Okay, Sarah, I am going to show you a photo called 'People's prosecution exhibit eleven.' Is this the front of the house where you lived on Windsor Boulevard?"
All eyes went to the overhead screen. The yellow-brick house spread across the screen. It was a long shot from the street, showing a deep front yard with ten-foot hedges running down both sides. There was a front porch that ran the width of the house and that was largely hidden behind ornamental vegetation. There was a paved walkway extending from the sidewalk, across the lawn and to the steps of the front porch. I had reviewed our photo exhibits several times in preparation for the trial. But for the first time, I noticed that the walkway had a crack running down the center of its entire length from sidewalk to front steps. It somehow seemed appropriate, considering what had happened at the home.
"Yes, that was our house."
"Tell us what happened that day in the front yard, Sarah."
"Well, we decided to play hide-and-seek while we waited for our parents. I was It first and I found Melissa hiding behind that bush on the right side of the porch."
She pointed to the exhibit photo that was still on the screen. I realized we had forgotten to give Gleason the laser pointer we had prepared her testimony with. I quickly opened Maggie's briefcase and found it. I stood and handed it to her. With the judge's permission, she gave it to the witness.
"Okay, Sarah, could you use the laser to show us?" Maggie asked.
Gleason moved the red laser dot in a circle around a thick bush at the north corner of the front porch.
"So she hid there and you found her?"
"Yes, and then when it was her turn to be It, I decided to hide in the same spot because I didn't think she would look there at first. When she was finished counting she came down the steps and stood in the middle of the yard."
"You could see her from your hiding place?"
"Yes, through the bush I could see her. She was sort of turning in a half circle, looking for me."
"Then what happened?"
"Well, first I heard a truck go by and--"
"Let me just stop you right there, Sarah. You say you heard a truck. You didn't see it?"
"No, not from where I was hiding."
"How do you know that it was a truck?"
"It was very loud and heavy. I could feel it in the ground, like a little earthquake."
"Okay, what happened after you heard the truck?"
"Suddenly I saw a man in the yard... and he went right up to my sister and grabbed her by her wrist."
Gleason cast her eyes down and held her hands together on the dais in front of her seat.
"Sarah, did you know this man?"
"No, I did not."
"Had you ever seen him before?"
"No, I had not."
"Did he say anything?"
"Yes, I heard him say, 'You have to come with me.' And my sister said... she said, 'Are you sure?' And that was it. I think he said something else but I didn't hear it. He led her away. To the street."
"And you stayed in hiding?"
"Yes, I couldn't... for some reason I couldn't move. I couldn't call for help, I couldn't do anything. I was very scared."
It was one of those solemn moments in the courtroom when there was absolute silence except for the voices of the prosecutor and the witness.
"Did you see or hear anything else, Sarah?"
"I heard a door close and then I heard the truck drive away."
I saw the tears on Sarah Gleason's cheeks. I thought the courtroom deputy had noticed as well because he took a box of tissues from a drawer in his desk and crossed the courtroom with them. But instead of taking them to Sarah he handed the box to juror number two, who had tears on her cheeks as well. This was okay with me. I wanted the tears to stay on Sarah's face.
"Sarah, how long was it before you came out from behind the bush where you were hiding and told your parents that your sister had been taken?"
"I think it was less than a minute but it was too late. She was gone."
The silence that followed that statement was the kind of void that lives can disappear into. Forever.
Maggie spent the next half hour walking Gleason through her memory of what came after. Her stepfather's desperate 9-1-1 call to the police, the interview she gave to the detectives, and then the lineup she viewed from her bedroom window and her identifying Jason Jessup as the man she saw lead her sister away.
Maggie had to be very careful here. We had used sworn testimony of witnesses from the first trial. The record of that entire trial was available to Royce as well, and I knew without a doubt that he had his assistant counsel, who was sitting on the other side of Jessup, comparing everything Sarah Gleason was saying now with the testimony she gave at the first trial. If she changed one nuance of her story, Royce would be all over her on it during his cross-examination, using the discrepancy to try to cast her as a liar.
To me the testimony came off as fresh and not rehearsed. This was a testament to the prep work of the two women. Maggie smoothly and efficiently brought her witness to the vital moment when Sarah reconfirmed her identification of Jessup.
"Was there any doubt at all in your mind when you identified Jason Jessup in nineteen eighty-six as the man who took your sister?"
"No, none at all."
"It has been a long time, Sarah, but I ask you to look around the courtroom and tell the jury whether you see the man who abducted your sister on February sixteenth, nineteen eighty-six?"
"Yes, him."
She spoke without hesitation and pointed her finger at Jessup.
"Would you tell us where he is seated and describe an article of clothing he is wearing?"
"He's sitting next to Mr. Royce and he has a dark blue tie and a light blue shirt."
I paused and looked at Judge Breitman.
"Let the record show that the witness has identified the defendant," she said.
I went right back to Sarah.
"After all these years, do you have any doubt that he is the man who took your sister?"
"None at all."
Maggie turned and looked at the judge.
"Your Honor, it may be a bit early but I think now would be a good time to take the afternoon break. I am going to go in a different direction with this witness at this point."
"Very well," Breitman said. "We will adjourn for fifteen minutes and I will expect to see everyone back here at two-thirty-five. Thank you."
Sarah said she wanted to use the restroom and left the courtroom with Bosch running interference and making sure she would not cross paths with Jessup in the hallway. Maggie sat down at the defense table and we huddled.
"You have 'em, Maggie. This is what they've been waiting all week to hear and it's better than they thought it was going to be."
She knew I was talking about the jury. She didn't need my approval or encouragement but I had to give it.
"Now comes the hard part," she said. "I hope she holds up."
"She's doing great. And I'm sure Harry's telling her that right now."
Maggie didn't respond. She started flipping through the legal pad that had her notes and the rough script of the examination. Soon she was immersed in the next hour's work.
Thirty-four
Wednesday, April 7, 2:30 P.M.
Bosch had to shoo away the reporters when Sarah Gleason came out of the restroom. Using his body as a shield against the cameras he walked her back to the courtroom.
"Sarah, you're doing really well," he said. "You keep it up and this guy's going right back to where he belongs."
"Thanks, but that was the easy part. It's going to get hard now."
"Don't kid yourself, Sarah. There is no easy part. Just keep thinking about your sister, Melissa. Somebody has to stand up for her. And right now that's you."
As they got to the courtroom door, he realized that she had smoked a cigarette in the restroom. He could smell it on her.
Inside, he walked her down the center aisle and delivered her to Maggie McFierce, who was waiting at the gate. Bosch gave the prosecutor the nod. She was doing really well herself.
"Finish the job," he said.
"We will," Maggie said.
After passing the witness off, Bosch doubled back up the center aisle to the sixth row. He had spotted Rachel Walling sitting in the middle of the row. He now squeezed around several reporters and observers to get to her. The space next to her was open and he sat down.
"Harry."
"Rachel."
"I think the man who was in that space was planning on coming back."
"That's okay. Once court starts, I have to move back up. You should've told me you were coming. Mickey said you were here the other day."
"When I have some time I like to come by. It's a fascinating case so far."
"Well, let's hope the jury thinks it's more than fascinating. I want this guy back in San Quentin so bad I can taste it."
"Mickey told me Jessup was moonlighting. Is that still--"
She lowered her voice to a whisper when she saw Jessup walking down the aisle and back to his seat at the defense table.
"--happening?"
Bosch matched her whisper.
"Yeah, and last night it almost went completely south on us. The SIS lost him."
"Oh, no."
The judge's door opened and she stepped out and headed up to the bench. Everyone stood. Bosch knew he had to get back to the prosecution table in case he was needed.
"But I found him," he whispered. "I have to go, but are you sticking around this afternoon?"
"No, I have to go back to the office. I'm just on a break right now."
"Okay, Rachel, thanks for coming by. I'll talk to you."
As people started sitting back down he worked his way out of the row and then quickly went back down the aisle and through the gate to take a seat in the row of chairs directly behind the prosecution table.
McPherson continued her direct examination of Sarah Ann Gleason. Bosch thought that both prosecutor and witness had been doing an exceptional job so far, but he also knew that they were moving into new territory now and soon everything said before wouldn't matter if what was said now wasn't delivered in a believable and unassailable fashion.
"Sarah," McPherson began, "when did your mother marry Kensington Landy?"
"When I was six."
"Did you like Ken Landy?"
"No, not really. At first things were okay but then everything changed."
"You, in fact, attempted to run away from home just a few months before your sister's death, isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"I show you People's exhibit twelve, a police report dated November thirtieth, nineteen eighty-five. Can you tell the jury what that is?"
McPherson delivered copies of the report to the witness, the judge and the defense table. Bosch had found the report during his record search on the case. It had been a lucky break.
"It's a missing persons report," Gleason said. "My mother reported me missing."
"And did the police find you?"
"No, I just came home. I didn't have anyplace to go."
"Why did you run away, Sarah?"
"Because my stepfather... was having sex with me."
McPherson nodded and let the answer hang out there in the courtroom for a long moment. Three days ago Bosch would have expected Royce to jump all over this part of the testimony but now he knew that this played to the defense's case as well. Kensington Landy was the straw man and any testimony that supported that would be welcomed.
"When did this start?" McPherson finally asked.
"The summer before I ran away," Gleason responded. "The summer before Melissa got taken."
"Sarah, I am sorry to put you through these bad memories. You testified earlier that you and Melissa shared some of each other's clothes, correct?"
"Yes."
"The dress she wore on the day she was taken, that was your dress, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
McPherson then introduced the dress as the state's next exhibit and Bosch set it up for display to the jury on a headless manikin he placed in front of the jury box.
"Is this the dress, Sarah?"
"Yes, it is."
"Now, you notice that there is a square of material removed from the bottom front hem of the dress. You see that, Sarah?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why that was removed?"
"Yes, because they found semen on the dress there."
"You mean forensic investigators?"
"Yes."
"Now, is this something you knew back at the time of your sister's death?"
"I know it now. I wasn't told about it back then."
"Do you know who the semen was genetically identified as belonging to?"
"Yes, I was told it came from my stepfather."
"Did that surprise you?"
"No, unfortunately."
"Do you have any explanation for how it could have gotten on your dress?"
Now Royce objected, saying that the question called for speculation. It also called for the witness to diverge from the defense theory, but he didn't mention that. Breitman sustained the objection and McPherson had to find another way of getting there.
"Sarah, prior to your sister borrowing your dress on the morning she was abducted, when was the last time you wore it?"
Royce stood and objected again.
"Same objection. We're speculating about events twenty-four years old and when this witness was only thirteen years old."
"Your Honor," McPherson rejoined, "Mr. Royce was fine with this so-called speculation when it fit with the defense's scheme of things. But now he objects as we get to the heart of the matter. This is not speculation. Ms. Gleason is testifying truthfully about the darkest, saddest days of her life and I don't think--"
"Objection overruled," Breitman said. "The witness may answer."
"Thank you, Your Honor."
As McPherson repeated the question Bosch studied the jury. He wanted to see if they saw what he saw--a defense attorney attempting to stop the forward progression of truth. Bosch had found Sarah Gleason's testimony to be fully convincing up to this point. He wanted to hear what she had to say and his hope was that the jury was in the same boat and would look unkindly upon defense efforts to stop her.
"I wore it two nights before," Gleason said.
"That would have been Friday night, the fourteenth. Valentine's Day."
"Yes."
"Why did you wear the dress?"
"My mother was making a nice dinner for Valentine's Day and my stepfather said we should get dressed up for it."
Gleason was looking down again, losing all eye contact with the jurors.
"Did your stepfather engage in a sexual act with you on that night?"
"Yes."
"Were you wearing the dress at the time?"
"Yes."
"Sarah, do you know if your father ejac--"
"He wasn't my father!"
She yelled it and her voice echoed in the courtroom, reverberating around a hundred people who now knew her darkest secret. Bosch looked at McPherson and saw her checking out the jury's reaction. It was then Bosch knew that the mistake had been intentional
.
"I am sorry, Sarah. I meant your stepfather. Do you know, did he ejaculate in the course of this moment with you?"
"Yes, and some of it got on my dress."
McPherson studied her notes, flipping over several pages of her yellow pad. She wanted that last answer to hang out there as long as possible.
"Sarah, who did the laundry at your house?"
"A lady came. Her name was Abby."
"After that Valentine's Day, did you put your dress in the laundry?"
"No, I didn't."
"Why not?"
"Because I was afraid Abby would find it and know what happened. I thought she might tell my mother or call the police."
"Why would that have been a bad thing, Sarah?"
"I... my mother was happy and I didn't want to ruin things for her."
"So what did you do with the dress that night?"
"I cleaned off the spot and hung it in my closet. I didn't know my sister was going to wear it."
"So two days later when she wanted to put it on, what did you say?"
"She already had it on when I saw her. I told her that I wanted to wear it but she said it was too late because it wasn't on my list of clothes I didn't share with her."
"Could you see the stain on the dress?"
"No, I looked and because it was down at the hem I didn't see any stain."
McPherson paused again. Bosch knew from the prep work that she had covered all the points she wanted to in this line of questioning. She had sufficiently explained the DNA that was the cause of everyone's being here. She now had to take Gleason further down the road of her dark journey. Because if she didn't, Royce certainly would.
"Sarah, did your relationship with your stepfather change after your sister's death?"
"Yes."
"How so?"
"He never touched me again."
"Do you know why? Did you talk to him about it?"
"I don't know why. I never talked to him about it. It just never happened again and he tried to act like it had never happened in the first place."
"But for you, all of this--your stepfather, your sister's death--it took a toll, didn't it?"
"Yes."
"In what way, Sarah?"
"Uh, well, I started getting into drugs and I ran away again. I ran away a lot, actually. I didn't care about sex. It was something I used to get what I needed."