I walked back to the table where Julian handed me a file folder. Opening it, I pulled out a picture.
“Your honor, I’d like to enter this photograph into evidence.”
“Objection! The prosecution hasn’t been made aware of that photograph,” the ADA said.
“Your Honor, it was just made available to me late last night. I didn’t have time to get it to ADA Jacobs until now,” I said.
“How is this picture relevant?” ADA Jacobs shouted.
“You’ll see your honor. I promise.”
“Overruled. Continue, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Miss Maddox, is this you?” I held up the photograph.
The color drained from her face as her bottom lip began to tremble.
“Miss Maddox, answer the question,” the judge said.
“Yes.”
“You’re sure this is you?” I asked her.
“Yes, of course.”
“Care to explain to this courtroom how you were in two places at once? This picture is timestamped at the exact time you claimed you witnessed my client shoot Mr. Cavalier. How much did Galactic Enterprises pay you to lie?”
“Nothing. I swear! That photo is wrong. I was at that club the night before Mr. Cavalier was shot.”
I took a few steps closer to her and let the silence stretch long enough for everyone to feel it.
“Miss Maddox. Let me get this straight. You testified that on the night Mr. Cavalier was shot, you witnessed my client shoot him.”
“Yes,” she answered quickly.
“And you gave that statement to the detectives on April 10th.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I swear I saw him. I was coming from the bathroom when I heard arguing.”
“Let’s talk about what happened after you gave that statement. Miss Maddox, do you have a bank account at TriStar Bank?”
“Umm, yes,” she said, her eyes diverting to the prosecution.
“Checking account ending in 2251?”
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Yes.”
I took a piece of paper out of the folder.
“Miss Maddox, do you recognize this document?” I held it up in front of her.
“It looks like a bank statement,” she said.
“It is. It’s your TriStar bank statement for April.”
The prosecutor stood from his seat. “Objection, Your Honor. Relevance?”