Kevin remained obsessed with his quandary over the CIA evidence. Would he be trading Draga’s life for Ellen’s? There was no guarantee that it would work. The kidnappers might kill her anyway or the Tribunal might still find Draga guilty. But he had to do everything in his power to save Ellen. Draga was right. She didn’t deserve this.
On Sunday, Kevin made an appointment to see Detective Weber, who was working in a command post set up at the Utrecht Police Department.
“Any news?” he asked.
Detective Weber was wearing jeans and a plaid woolen shirt and looked as if she were ready to do some farm chores herself. She led Kevin into an interview room and closed the door.
“Golic is coming to The Netherlands,” she said when they had sat down. “He’s flying in from Belgrade on Tuesday morning. If we haven’t found Ellen by then, we hope he’ll lead us to her.”
“That’s great. Why do you think he’s coming?
Detective Weber looked away for a moment. “I guess this is the end game for the kidnapping. When the trial’s over, if you believe their demands, they will release Ellen if Draga is released.”
“And if Draga is not released?”
“I don’t know. They said to you on the phone that they would kill her.”
Kevin felt sweat forming on his forehead. “What are you doing in the meantime?”
“We’re looking for the van, Johan Oosten, the farm, the puppy, anything that will lead us to your daughter. The headmaster of the American School has been asking what they could do to help. Tomorrow they are closing the school for the day and bussing a few hundred high school students as well as parents and staff to Utrecht to knock on doors. We are providing them with pictures of Ellen and Oosten.”
Kevin was moved at how wonderful everyone had been since Ellen went missing.
He leaned forward, and lowered his voice. “On Tuesday, I have to start calling witnesses and producing evidence on Draga’s behalf. I may need to use the CIA reports and tapes that I gave you the first day we met.”
Detective Weber’s expression gave Kevin no clue as to how she was receiving this request. He forged ahead. “If the judges know that Draga was working for the CIA during the war and giving them advance information about the military targets of his Black Dragons, I think it would significantly increase his chance of winning. And that would increase our chances of getting Ellen back if she’s not found today or tomorrow.”
“So you want me to give the materials back to you?”
“Well, I may want you to bring them to court on Tuesday morning. I haven’t decided for sure yet. You see, it’s not that simple. It may well be in Draga’s best interests to lose the trial rather than use the CIA evidence.”
Detective Weber gave Kevin a puzzled look.
He wondered if he was making sense. “If we don’t reveal the CIA evidence, the CIA will probably keep their promise and Draga will be free in a year or two. But if we use it and, in the process, burn his bridges with the CIA, even if he wins he’ll be taken to Germany, Belgium, and Sweden to serve his old sentences there. He’ll end up serving more time than if he loses this case, and who knows what will happen to him and his family once his role with the CIA becomes known.”
The detective nodded and her face softened. “That’s a difficult problem for you then, isn’t it?”
“It sure is. For Draga, it’s better to lose the trial, but for Ellen I need to win.”
“What does your client say?”
“He says to use the evidence and try to win. He said something like he made his choices and he and his family have to live with the consequences.”
“That’s unusual. Most criminals I know only look out for themselves.”
“I’m not sure what I should do. But I want to know if you’ll bring the evidence to court in the event I need to use it.”
“Sure, I’ll bring it to court. I’ll need a subpoena to cover my behind with my superiors, but I’m not going to stand in the way of anything that might win your daughter’s freedom.”
“I brought a subpoena with me. I was hoping it would be okay with you.”
Kevin took out the subpoena from his briefcase and handed it to Detective Weber.
She scanned it and put it down on the table. “That’ll work.”
“Do you think I should try and postpone the trial and buy more time for you?”
“You know, I think finding Ellen would be great, but having the kidnappers release her would be a whole lot better. Who knows what would happen if we find Ellen and have a confrontation with the kidnappers? She could be killed. Police officers could be killed. And the longer she stays with them, the greater the danger. So I would say to go ahead and finish the trial.”
“Let me ask you – do you think I should use the CIA evidence?”
Detective Weber hesitated for an instant. “Yes, if it might make a difference between winning and losing the trial, I would. Your client is right. Ellen didn’t do anything to deserve this. I think it’s fair to use the evidence if it might save her life.”
Kevin shook the detective’s hand and walked from the station. The train and bus ride to his house were a blur as Kevin replayed his conversations with Draga and Detective Weber. He passed the American School and thought of the hundreds of people who would be lining up to be bussed to Utrecht tomorrow to help find Ellen. Everyone had been so unselfish. Would it be selfish of him if he sacrificed Draga for Ellen?
When Kevin and Diane walked into Courtroom 1 the next morning, there was energy in the air as everyone anticipated the closing of the prosecution’s case.
Bradford Stone strutted around the prosecution’s side of the courtroom like an artist getting ready to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece.
Judge Orozco’s legal officer came over and asked Kevin how many days he expected for the defense testimony, but Kevin was noncommittal.
“Check with me after the last witness.”
At last, the usher commanded everyone to their feet and the three judges strode briskly to their places. They too seemed fresh and ready to move on to the next phase of the trial.
“Are you ready to call your next witness, Mr. Stone?” Judge Orozco asked after the preliminaries had been taken care of.
“Yes, Madam President. And I am pleased to inform the Court that we have consolidated matters so that this will be our final witness. We call Allen Jacobson.”
A young, thin man with light brown hair came forward from the back of the courtroom. He read the oath and began answering questions on his background. Jacobson was from Israel, and had graduated from military college with honors. He had been an investigator with the Israeli Army for six years before being detailed to the United Nations to work as an investigator for the prosecution at the Tribunal. Three years ago he was assigned to the investigation of Draga, and had worked on the case ever since.
“How familiar are you with the activities of the accused and his Black Dragons?” Stone asked.
“Very familiar. During the course of our investigation, I have interviewed hundreds of witnesses and reviewed thousands of documents.”
“Have you collected and organized these materials over the past three years?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Can you show the court how you have done that?”
“Certainly.” Jacobson appeared proud to show off the thoroughness of his work. He pushed a button and the terminals in the courtroom displayed what was on the screen of Jacobson’s laptop computer. “I created a number of different directories for the evidence.” He moved the mouse and double clicked on a file. The terminals showed an alphabetical list of directories with such headings as Foca, Omarska, and Prijedor.
“Can you show us an example of how you stored the data that was collected on the accused?”
“Yes, I can.” Jacobson scrolled his mouse to the file labeled “Srebrenica” and double clicked. Another directory appeared with names of victims or incidents that had occurred in the city of Srebrenica. He chose the directory for “July 11, 1995” and double clicked. More directories appeared. He double clicked on one of them and a report of a witness to the murder of Muslim civilians on that day in Srebrenica appeared on the screen.
“Using these directories, have you been able to compile a complete picture of the activities of the accused and his Black Dragons during the entire war in Bosnia?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Objection, Madam President,” Kevin shouted as he rose to his feet. “He’s referring to materials which may not have been disclosed to the defense.”
Stone answered before even being called upon. “To the contrary, defense counsel is quite incorrect. All of the materials have been disclosed to the defense months ago.”
Kevin was in no position to question this, since he did not know what was in the various directories on Jacobson’s computer. He sat down.
“Objection overruled. Please continue, Mr. Stone.”
Stone’s face broke into his smug smile, his pursed lips showing only a bit of white teeth. “Thank you, Madam President.” he bowed slightly. Turning to Jacobson, Stone continued. “Now, as part of your investigation, have you had occasion to collect and review public statements made by the accused during the war in Bosnia?”
“I have.”
“Have you selected a number of those statements and made a composite videotape of them?”
“Yes, I have.”
Turning to Judge Orozco, Stone asked for and received permission to play the videotapes. Kevin and Diane looked at their computer terminal as Draga’s picture in full Black Dragon uniform appeared on the screen. For the next three hours, Stone played excerpts of interviews Draga had given to CBS’ 60 Minutes, the BBC, CNN, and other media. He also played Serbian television news coverage of speeches Draga had given to civic groups, at military functions, and even in an address to the Serbian Parliament. The English translation streamed across the bottom of the screen like a stock market ticker.
Draga’s message had been consistent. Using inflammatory rhetoric, he called for the creation of a greater Serbia through military action. He insisted that the Muslims must leave the Serb areas of Bosnia. He promised to kill anyone who resisted.
Stone finished his direct examination with a flourish. “Did your investigation reveal that the accused had in fact trained his men to kill?”
“Yes, he did.”
“How many men were under his command in total during the war?”
“About 500.”
“And how many people did they kill?”
“About 20,000.”
“I have no further questions,” Stone announced with a triumphant smile as he sat down.
“That stuff is awful,” Diane said after the court adjourned for lunch. “These judges are ready to hang him. You’d better use that CIA evidence. It may be Ellen’s only chance.”
Kevin was silent.
“Are you going to put Draga on the stand?” she asked.
“No way. There’s no way a judge would believe a word he said. If we use the CIA evidence, I’ve got to do it through William Evans’ reports and the tapes I made.”
Kevin decided to stay inside the courtroom during the lunch recess and prepare his cross-examination of Jacobson. He walked over to the witness box and saw that Jacobson’s laptop was still there. He sat down in the witness chair. He was alone in the courtroom. He wondered if he would get in trouble if he looked at some of those files.
They claimed he already had the stuff anyway, so what difference did it make?
Kevin played around with the directories for a while, and then decided to look in the computer’s recycle bin. He wondered what had recently been deleted from the computer. His heartbeat quickened when he saw the files. But before he could examine them, he heard a door open down at the prosecution’s end of the courtroom and the voices of prosecutors Bradford Stone and Charles Oswald.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Stone demanded when he saw Kevin sitting in the witness box.
The prosecutor rushed over.
Kevin quickly closed the screen for the recycle bin. “Nothing.”
“You’ve got no business snooping in that computer. I’m going to report this to the Court.” Straightening his tie, Stone sneered, “This may very well be your third strike that we’ve been so anxiously anticipating.”
“I thought I heard Mr. Jacobson testify that everything in the database had been disclosed to the defense. If that’s true, what’s your problem?”
“I have a problem whenever I’m dealing with unethical defense counsel,” Stone huffed. “You’ve proven yourself capable of just about any transgression.”
Kevin got up and walked back to his defense table. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
“Where are your witness list and witness statements?” Stone demanded, following Kevin over to the defense side of the courtroom. “We’re entitled to them now.”
“You’re entitled to them after you rest your case.”
“Well, this is our last witness.”
“Then you’ll have the disclosure you’re entitled to when he is done.”
“How many weeks will your defense case take?” Stone persisted.
“I’ll let you know when you rest your case.”
“What a bloody ass!” said Stone, turning his back on Kevin and rejoining Oswald at the prosecution table.
Court reconvened a few minutes later.
“Mr. Jacobson,” Judge Orozco said, “You’re still under oath. Go ahead with your cross-examination, Mr. Anderson.”
Kevin stood up and leaned on the podium. “That’s a neat database you’ve created Mr. Jacobson,” Kevin began.
“Thank you.”
“Would you mind displaying your main directory on the screen for us?”
Without a word, Jacobson moved the mouse on his laptop and the main directory screen appeared.
“What order are the directories listed in?”
“They’re in alphabetical order, sir, as you can see.” A smug smile played on his lips.
“Could you just scroll down the list from A to Z so we can get an idea of the names of the directories?”
“Madam President,” Bradford Stone interrupted. “This is a waste of the court’s time. Mr. Anderson has had this material for many months. If he has a question about a particular document, he should get on with it.”
“I take it that is an objection, Mr. Stone?” Judge Orozco inquired.
“Yes, I object to this line of questioning as irrelevant.”
Jacobson, however, ever the efficient investigator, had started scrolling his directories while Stone voiced his objections. Kevin watched the screen intently, hoping to spot something specific that he could ask about.
“Objection sustained. Mr. Anderson, you’ll have to be more specific.”
“Yes, Madam President.” One of the directories had caught Kevin’s eye. “Mr. Jacobson, could you move to the A’s?”
Jacobson complied. Stone looked ready to object again.
“I see a directory labeled ‘Anderson’. What does that directory contain?”
“That contains pleadings that you have filed, correspondence you have sent us, and,” Jacobson couldn’t resist, “some of the court orders concerning your misconduct.” A wide smile broke across his thin face. Kevin decided Jacobson had been spending too much time with Bradford Stone.
“Would you mind double clicking on that so we can see the sub-directories?”
“Certainly not, counselor.”
Kevin studied the screen as a new group of directories were listed. He felt nervous as he frantically looked for something with which to continue his line of questioning. He feared another relevancy objection was seconds away. Then he saw something odd.
“I see a subdirectory called ‘search’. Could you please double click on that so we may see what files are contained in that subdirectory?”
“Madam President,” Stone bellowed. “This is absurd. Are we to sit here all afternoon looking aimlessly through the computer?”
Jacobson, however, had once again forged ahead and displayed the contents of the “search” sub-directory on the screens throughout the courtroom. When he saw that, Stone rose again. “I’m instructing the witness not to respond to Mr. Anderson’s requests until the Court has ruled on my objection.”
Jacobson quickly clicked back out of the “search” sub-directory.
Judge Orozco looked over at Kevin. “Mr. Anderson?”
Kevin looked up from the screen. “You asked me to be specific, Madam President. I am being specific. I have asked for a specific sub-directory and I am about to ask for a specific file.”
“Very well. Objection overruled. You may continue.”
Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. Once again he had spotted something in his frantic scanning of the file names. “Please reopen the ‘search’ subdirectory, and then open the file called ‘memo1’.”
Jacobson complied. A document appeared on the courtroom screens. It was a memo from Kevin to Draga, outlining their pretrial strategy. It had been seized during the search of Kevin’s house when he had been suspected of delivering confidential material to Zoran Vacinovic.
“Where did this document come from?”
“Objection!” Stone shot to his feet. “This is irrelevant. It’s a pure fishing expedition.”
“Where are you going with this Mr. Anderson?” Judge Orozco asked, a touch of impatience in her voice.
“If you will let the witness answer this one question, I think you will see.”
“All right. The objection is overruled, for now.”
All eyes turned to Jacobson. “It came from the search of your residence, Mr. Anderson. You ought to know that.”
“Have you reviewed the documents that came from that search as part of your thorough preparation of this case?”
“Of course. Mr. Stone and I have reviewed every document in this computer in preparation for trial.”
“Thank you.” Turning to the judges, Kevin continued. “Your Honors, when I challenged the search of my residence, the prosecution represented to this Court that it had erected a `Chinese wall’ and that none of the material seized from that search would be seen by any members of the prosecution team in this case. Judge Davidson ordered the material and all copies returned to me. Now we have found out that they violated your order.”
Kevin looked at Judge Davidson. “Remember?”
Judge Davidson leaned forward. “There’s nothing wrong with my memory, counsel.” He shifted his glare towards the prosecutor. “What about this, Mr. Stone?”
Stone was whispering furiously to Charles Oswald. “Your Honors,” Stone rose hesitatingly from his seat, “I don’t recall exactly what Mr. Anderson is referring to. He’s filed several pretrial motions, all of them without merit.”
Stone looked disdainfully at Kevin, then at Judge Davidson.
“I remember it,” Judge Davidson said, his voice rising in volume. “You represented that no one on the prosecution team would have access to the materials which were seized. I ordered you to return those materials. This document on the screen looks like it’s covered by the attorney-client privilege. And now we hear that you and your investigator have retained it and reviewed it.”
“Your Honor, perhaps there was a glitch in our office procedures. But we have not introduced any of these documents into evidence, so there is no harm to the accused. It’s his counsel who has chosen to now display this document to the public.”
Judge Davidson’s face got red. “Mr. Stone, I’m sick and tired of hearing you shift the blame to defense counsel whenever you are called to account. This is a serious matter and you have apparently acted improperly.”
Turning to Kevin, Judge Davidson was equally gruff. “On the other hand, Mr. Anderson, no materials from the search have been brought in to this trial except by you just now. So I don’t see how your case is prejudiced by the misconduct of the prosecution. Go on to another line of questioning.”
“But, Your Honor, the prosecutor’s access to attorney-client privileged materials in their trial preparation is improper, even if they don’t introduce the seized documents themselves. I move for dismissal of the charges against Mr. Zaric, and request an evidentiary hearing on the matter.”
“Motion denied,” Judge Davidson growled. He looked over at the prosecution table. “I’m not happy about this, Mr. Stone.”
Stone tried to make light of the criticism. “Well, it’s only strike one for us. Mr. Anderson’s already got two strikes.”
Judge Davidson ignored Stone and sat back in his chair, his face wrinkled in a frown.
Judge Orozco leaned forward “Do you have any further questions for this witness?”
Kevin clenched his teeth. These prosecutors could get away with anything in this court. They had just violated the attorney-client privilege as well as searching Kevin’s home without probable cause. And they had gotten away with it. Judge Davidson has acted as if it was Kevin’s fault for bringing it up.
“Yes, Madam President, I do.” He turned to Jacobson, who did not look in the least bit chastised. “Let’s go back to the main directory.”
Jacobson complied.
Kevin was really fishing now, his mind frantically trying to recall his other pretrial motions that the prosecution had made factual representations about. Then he remembered the motion that claimed that Draga’s kidnapping and arrest had been orchestrated by the U.N. forces.
“Mr. Jacobson, do you keep a time log or other record of the time you have spent on this investigation?”
“Of course. My bosses and Mr. Stone here always want to know what I have been doing with my time.” He chuckled at his own attempt at humor.
“Could you please open the directory that contains those time records?”
“Certainly.” Jacobson scrolled to the Time Slips program and opened the directory. Dates were listed for the past three years.
“Could you please open the file for July 21st?”
Stone was on his feet. “Objection, Madam President. This is completely irrelevant.”
Judge Orozco shook her head. “Let’s see where this is going for a little longer.”
Jacobson opened the file. “What does it show you doing on that day?”
“I was in Bucharest, Romania, doing investigation.”
“Did Mr. Stone know where you were and what you were doing?”
“Of course.”
“What were you doing in Romania two days before Mr. Zaric’s kidnapping and arrest?”
Jacobson did a double take. His eyes met Kevin’s for an instant, and then darted to Stone. Kevin knew that Jacobson had now recognized the trap. If the U.N. had no knowledge of Draga’s kidnapping until the kidnappers dumped him at the Romanian border, how could Jacobson explain his presence in Romania two days before the kidnapping?
Stone started to rise to object, then thought the better of it. He, too, realized the relevance of the question. He left it to Jacobson to wriggle his way out on his own.
“Mr. Jacobson?”
“Yes. I, um, I was in Romania doing liaison work with our U.N. forces.”
Kevin let the vague explanation slide and got right to the heart of the matter. “Did you have any advance knowledge of Mr. Zaric’s kidnapping and arrest?”
Jacobson was clearly uncomfortable. “Uh, what do you mean by advance?”
“Did you have any knowledge that Mr. Zaric would be kidnapped before it took place?”
“Madam President,” Stone whined, rising to protect his witness. “Mr. Anderson is using his cross-examination to re-litigate pretrial motions which have already been decided. This is irrelevant to the issue of the guilt of the accused.”
Judge Orozco was about to speak when Judge Davidson chimed in. “Mr. Stone, didn’t the prosecution represent in connection with that motion that it had no advance knowledge or participation in the kidnapping of Mr. Zaric?”
“That’s possible, Your Honor. I don’t quite recall all the pretrial litigation. Mr. Anderson filed a number of frivolous motions.”
Judge Davidson ignored the swipe at Kevin. “Mr. Jacobson, did you have advance knowledge of Mr. Zaric’s kidnapping?”
Jacobson looked down. He slowly raised his head and looked at the judge. “Yes, Your Honor.”
Judge Davidson turned to Kevin. “You may continue, Mr. Anderson.”
“Did Mr. Stone have advance knowledge of Mr. Zaric’s kidnapping and arrest?”
Jacobson shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Stone burst to his feet. “That is completely irrelevant and an unwarranted personal attack by counsel,” he shouted, sounding indignant.
Judge Orozco was back in charge. “Objection overruled.”
All eyes returned to the witness box. “Yes,” Jacobson answered. “He knew.”
“Did he help plan Mr. Zaric’s apprehension?”
Kevin looked over at Bradford Stone. He was agitated, whispering to Charles Oswald. Jacobson looked over at them before answering to give them time to object.
Finally, it was Oswald who rose. “Madam President, we must respectfully object to this line of questioning as being privileged internal communications and going into matters of attorney work product.” He sat down quickly.
Judge Orozco smiled. “You’ll pardon us if we don’t share your new-found concern for attorney work product. Mr. Jacobson, did Mr. Stone help plan the arrest of the accused?”
Jacobson shot one last look at the prosecution table. “Yes.”
“Your Honors,” Kevin said, “I again renew my motion to dismiss the case against Mr. Zaric and request a full evidentiary hearing on the legality of his arrest.”
Judges Orozco and Davidson looked over at Judge Linares, who was reviewing a ream of papers in front of him. Judge Linares looked up.
“Mr. Stone, I have your response to the motion in front of me,” Judge Linares said. “It appears that you clearly led the Court to believe that the United Nations had no advance knowledge of or participation in Mr. Zaric’s kidnapping and arrest.”
Stone rose, his arrogance gone for the moment. “I apologize if the court read our response in that fashion. I seem to recall that the main thrust of that response was that a person was not entitled to dismissal even if the arrest was illegal. In any event, we have not used any evidence seized in connection with the arrest and therefore the legality of the arrest is irrelevant.”
Judge Linares did not respond immediately. He appeared to be studying the papers in front of him.
Judge Davidson broke in. “You are correct, Mr. Stone. The legality of the arrest is not relevant to the issues at this trial. Mr. Anderson, your motion is denied.”
Kevin mustered every ounce of restraint to keep from slamming his fist in frustration.
Judge Davidson glared over at the prosecution table. “But that’s strike two, Mr. Stone.”
Kevin was furious. How could they keep getting away with this? He took a deep breath and tried to maintain a professional demeanor. He wanted to scream.
“Let’s take a thirty minute recess,” Judge Orozco said.
After the judges left, Kevin slumped in his chair next to Diane. “I can’t believe this! These morons are ready to lock me up when I am accused of doing something wrong, and they won’t do a thing to Stone who’s been caught in two lies to the Court.”
Diane patted his hand sympathetically. “You’re doing the best you can.”
“This is not a fair trial!”
A guard approached Kevin from the back of the room. “Your client would like a word with you.”
Kevin got up and followed the guard to the interview room just outside the courtroom. When he got inside and the guard had shut the door, Draga sprang to his feet. He punched his right fist out, then his left, like he was shadow boxing. “One, two,” he shouted. “You got him on the ropes. You’re killing him. This is better than a heavyweight fight, Kevin. I love it!”
Kevin couldn’t help but laugh, even though he was still angry. “My biggest fan, thank you. But I can’t believe these rulings. These judges will tolerate all kinds of crap from the prosecution.”
Draga started hopping around the room with his hands together in front of his stomach. “What are you doing?” Kevin asked.
“I’m hopping like a kangaroo. Should I do it in the courtroom and let them know what I think of this kangaroo court?”
“No, thank you. My, you are animated today. What did you have for breakfast?’
“I just love going to the prizefights, Kevin.”
“Well, we may be landing a few punches, but the referees are the ones who’ll declare the winner. And I don’t like our referees.”
“Any more news on your daughter?”
“Her whole school is out in Utrecht hunting for her right now. Hundreds of kids and grown ups.”
“That’s really something.”
“And the police expect Golic to fly in tomorrow.”
“Will they arrest him?”
“I don’t think so. I think they’ll follow him to Ellen.”
“Listen, I need to make some arrangements for my family,” Draga said. “Will the CIA stuff come up tomorrow?”
Kevin took a deep breath. “I’m not going to use it.”
Draga’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “Why not?”
“It’s complicated, but in the end it comes down to integrity. I took on the responsibility of being your lawyer. And I have to act in your best interests.”
“But what about your daughter?”
“All my life, I’ve believed that if I did the right thing, everything would work out. So, I’ve decided to do the right thing. I’m praying that it works out for Ellen.”
Draga put his arm around Kevin. “You are the most courageous, honest person I’ve ever met.” He squeezed Kevin’s shoulders then pulled back. “I’ll never tell another lawyer joke for as long as I live.”
Kevin smiled.
Draga was grinning as well. “I like your attitude, Kevin. And I think you are right. If you do good, good will be done to you. I wish I had lived by that rule, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
“You gave me permission to use the CIA evidence despite the consequences to you and your family. I haven’t seen that kind of character in anyone around here.”
“Well, let’s go kick some butt.” Draga pumped his arms once again.
“I’ve got some good news for you, sports fan,” Kevin said as he knocked on the door for the guards.
“What?”
“I think I might have strike three on Bradford Stone.”