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“I would submit that for Steven to lose custody before the verdict is reached would be to deny him his rights. And make no mistake: If Charles Robinson is made the custodian, Steven will never get this dog. The only proper reason for granting Mr. Robinson’s petition would be a demonstration that irreparable harm would be done by waiting for that verdict.

“The only such harm even claimed by the plaintiff, though also not supported by the evidence, would be that this animal’s future as a show dog would be damaged by a delay in training. Therefore, I will guarantee the court that if a decision is delayed, I will employ a leading trainer to work with the dog until a verdict in the Timmerman trial is reached.

“Thank you for your consideration, Your Honor.”

Hatchet does not exactly seem swept up in the emotional power of the arguments. He quickly says that he will consider his decision and announce it when he’s ready to do so.

I have absolutely no idea whether I’ve won or lost, and really don’t have the time to worry about it either way. If we lose, I’ll try to file an appeal, hopefully delaying a decision until Steven Timmerman is a free man. Or not.

Right now winning that freedom is what I have to be focused on.

RICHARD HAS A BASKETFUL of effective witnesses to call on, and to belatedly start the day he chooses Sergeant Michele Hundley, the forensics technician who was originally called to the Walter Timmerman murder scene in downtown Paterson. The police were smart enough to bring Hundley to the Timmerman house when it blew up, since they knew that the two cases would be connected. Therefore Hundley, whom I know to be good at her job and a terrific witness, would be able to testify to the entire case.

Hundley dresses conservatively in a suit with her hair up and wearing glasses. She reminds me of those women you sometimes see in TV commercials who miraculously transform themselves into knockouts simply by letting down their hair and removing their glasses. I can’t be sure about this, of course, since every time I’ve seen Sergeant Hundley she has rigidly clung to the librarian look.

Richard starts with the Walter Timmerman murder in downtown Paterson, getting Hundley to describe the conditions that existed when she arrived on the scene. Walter died from one bullet to the forehead, and Hundley testifies that the gun had been pressed to his flesh as it was fired.

“So would you describe that as execution-style?” Richard asks.

“Usually we consider it execution-style when the bullet enters the back of the head, not the front.”

“So this was perhaps more personal?” Richard asks.

I object that the witness could not possibly know this, and Hatchet sustains.

Hundley then talks about the murder weapon, which was a .38-caliber revolver, but has never been found. Childs used a different gun to shoot Timmerman and Laurie; I assume the Luger he used in the latter case was better for distance.

Hundley goes on to describe the splatter of blood, brain matter, and skull fragments against a wall just behind Walter. I glance over and can see Steven cringing at the testimony, even though I had instructed him to be impassive. I know that Steven is upset at hearing how gruesomely his father died, but the jury might think that he is racked with guilt.

Hundley then talks about the specks of blood that were found in Steven’s car.

“Did you test that blood?” Richard asks.

“We did.”

“Whose blood was it?”

“Walter Timmerman’s.”

Richard spends some more time on this, and then shifts to the house in the aftermath of the explosion. Hundley testifies that the explosion came from the upstairs guest bedroom toward the center of the house, the bedroom that Steven used before he moved out.

“It was an extraordinarily powerful explosion,” she says, and then goes on to describe the extent of the damage. She concludes that “Diana Timmerman, who was in the den at the time, died instantly from massive head trauma.”

I could object a lot more than I do, since Hundley is testifying to some things more properly brought forth by others. For instance, she is not a coroner, and her description of the head trauma as the cause of death is inappropriate. But I know all of what she says is true and Richard can bring in witnesses to prove it, so I don’t want to be seen by the jury as attempting to impede the truth.

I need to make at least a few points in my cross-examination. “Sergeant Hundley, it’s a difficult subject to talk about, but you testified that Walter Timmerman’s blood, brain matter, and skull fragments splattered off the wall?”

“Yes.”

“It was something of a mess?”

“Yes.”

“So whoever did the shooting would have been sprayed by it, either directly or when it bounced off the wall?”

“Absolutely.”

“The blood that you found in the car… when was it left there?”

“It’s impossible to tell.”

“How old is the car?”

“I believe three years old.”

“So from what you are scientifically able to determine, it could have been left there any time in the last three years?”

“It’s possible.”

“Thank you. Who left the blood there?”

Hundley seems slightly taken aback by the question. “Well, it was Walter Timmerman’s blood.”

“Could it have been planted there by someone else?”

“There is no evidence of that,” she says, indignantly.

“Is there evidence against it? Is there anything in what you saw that says that’s not possible?”

“Of course it’s possible, but that proves nothing.”

I smile. “I agree that nothing has been proven.”

Hatchet intervenes even before Richard can object, and tells me to cut out the little digs and move on.

I do. “What about the brain matter and skull fragments that you found? Can you determine how long they had been in the car?”

“We didn’t find any brain matter or skull fragments in the car,” she says.

I feign surprise; over the years I have gotten to be a terrific surprise-feigner. “Only blood?”

“Yes.”

“If Steven Timmerman was splattered with blood, brain, and skull, how come he only transferred blood to the seat of the car?”

“That’s difficult to say.”

“I’m sure it is. Doesn’t it make it far more likely that Walter Timmerman, Steven’s father, had a cut that bled a little in Steven’s car sometime in the last three years? Isn’t it reasonable to assume that, considering the lack of brain and skull fragments in the car?”