David was on his feet. “Objection. Argumentative.” “Overruled.”
Dr. Ashanti said calmly, “I stated why I came here.” “Right. Since you’ve been practicing medicine.”
“Doctor, how many patients would you say you’ve treated for mental disorders?”
“Oh, perhaps two hundred.” “And of those cases, how many would you say suffered from multiple personality disorder?”
“A dozen...” Brennan looked at him in feigned astonishment. “Out of two hundred patients?”
“Well, yes. You see—” “What I don’t see, Dr. Ashanti, is how you can consider yourself an expert if you’ve dealt with only those few cases.”
“I would appreciate it if you would give us some evidence that would prove or disprove the existence of multiple personality disorder.”
“When you say proof—” “We’re in a court of law, Doctor. The jury is not going to make decisions based on theory and ‘what if.’”
What if, for example, the defendant hated the men she murdered,
and after killing them, decided to use the excuse of an alter inside her so that she—
David was on his feet. “Objection! That’s argumentative and leading the witness.” “Overruled.”
“Your Honor—” “Sit down, Mr. Singer.” David glared at Judge Williams and angrily took his seat.
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