I don’t hear the fat lady singing. There’s nothing more I can do.
Your client is innocent. Are you going to let her die? Leave me alone.
Judge Williams’s words kept echoing in his mind: “You can’t hypnotize her in my courtroom.”
And three words kept repeating themselves—“in my courtroom.” At five o’clock in the morning, David made two excited, urgent phone calls.
As he finished, the sun was just beginning to appear over the horizon. It’s an omen, David thought. “We’re going to win.”
A little later, David hurried into an antiques store. The clerk approached him. “May I help you, sir?” He recognized David. “Mr. Singer.”
“I’m looking for a folding Chinese screen. Do you have something like that?” “Yes, we do. We don’t have any real antique screens, but—”
“Let’s see what you have.” “Certainly.” He led David over to the section where there were several Chinese folding screens.
The clerk pointed to the first one. “Now, this one—” “That’s fine,” David said.
“Yes, sir. Where shall I send it?” “I’ll take it with me.” David’s next stop was at a hardware store, where he bought a Swiss Army knife.
Fifteen minutes later, he was walking into the lobby of the courthouse carrying the screen.
He said to the guard at the desk, “I made arrangements to interview Ashley Patterson. I have permission to use Judge Goldberg’s chambers.”
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