I. Transcribe and practice pronouncing the following words as they are given in the text. Make sure you know what they mean.

Chapter 21

Judge Gantry waited until it was dark early Sunday evening to go for a long walk. He lived a few blocks from the courthouse, in an old house that had been handed down from his grandfather, himself a distinguished judge, and he often roamed the streets in the center of Strattenburg in the early mornings and in the late evenings. On this night, he needed fresh air, time to think. The Duffy trial had consumed his weekend. He had spent hours buried in the law books looking for an answer, one that still eluded him. A heated argument raged within. Why should he disrupt a properly tried case? Why should he declare a mistrial when nothing had gone wrong? No rules had been

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broken. No ethics violated. Nothing. In fact, with two fine lawyers doing battle the trial had sailed smoothly along.

His research had revealed no similar case.

The lights were on at Boone & Boone. At seven thirty, as promised, Judge Gantry stepped onto the small front porch and knocked on the door.

It was opened by Marcella Boone, who said, "Well, good evening, Henry. Come in."

"Good evening, Marcella. I haven't seen this office in at least twenty years."

"Then you should stop by more often." She closed the door behind them.

***

Judge Gantry wasn't the only one having a brisk walk in the early evening. A man named Paco was out for a stroll, too. Paco wore a dark jogging suit, with running shoes, and he had a radio. He kept his distance and since the judge never thought about being followed, he was easy to trail. They roamed through central Strattenburg, one man deep in serious thought and oblivious to anyone around him, the other a block behind, carefully stalking as the shadows grew long and daylight disappeared. When Henry Gantry walked into Boone & Boone after dark, Paco jogged by the office,

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got the name and street number, and kept going until he turned the corner. Then he clicked a button on his two-way radio and said, "He's inside, at the Boones."

"Okay. I'm close by." The response came from Omar Cheepe.

Moments later, Cheepe picked up Paco, and they turned onto Park Street. When the Boone & Boone building was visible, they quietly eased into a parking place far down the street. Cheepe turned off the lights and the engine and rolled down his window for a smoke. "Did you see him go in?" he asked.

"No," Paco said. "I saw him turn off the sidewalk and head for the front door. I know he's in there. It's the only place open along here."

"Very strange."

It was Sunday night, and the other office buildings were dark and deserted. Only the Boone firm showed signs of activity. All of its downstairs lights appeared to be on.

"What do you think they're doing?" Paco asked.

"Not sure. The Boones were in Gantry's office Friday, the whole family, which makes no sense because Gantry was very busy. They're not criminal lawyers, you know. He drafts deeds and she handles divorces, so there's no reason to barge into Gantry's office in the middle of a murder trial.

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And the kid, I just don't get it. Why would the parents take the kid out of school and in to see Gantry? The kid's been hanging around all week, snooping around the trial."

"This is Theo?"

"Yep. Kid thinks he's a lawyer. Knows every cop, every judge, every court clerk. Hangs around courtrooms, probably knows more law than most lawyers. He and Gantry are big pals. He goes to see Gantry, with his parents, and, suddenly, Gantry decides not to hold court on Saturday, after promising all week. Something's going on here, Paco. And it's not in our favor."

"You talked to Nance or Mr. Duffy?"

"No, not yet. Here's what we do. I would almost send you up there to poke around the building, look inside, see who's there, but it's too risky. They see you, they get spooked, they stop whatever they're doing, maybe they call the cops. It is Judge Gantry, you know. Things could get complicated. So here's a better plan. I'll call Gus and get the van. We can park it closer up the street, and when they come out we take pictures. I want to know who's in there."

"Who do you think?"

"Don't know, Paco, but I'll bet a hundred bucks the Boone family and Gantry are not in there playing gin rummy. Something's going on here, and I don't like it."

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Judge Gantry walked to the library, where Mr. Boone, Ike, and Theo were waiting. The long table that dominated the room was covered with books, maps, notepads, and gave the impression that a lot of work was under way. Everyone shook hands, said their hellos. There was some small talk about the weather, but with important matters looming the chitchat didn't last long.

"Needless to say," Judge Gantry said after they were all seated, "this little meeting is off the record. We're doing nothing wrong, mind you, since you're not involved in the case. But, I can hear a lot of questions being asked if word got out. Understood?"

"Of course, Henry," Mrs. Boone said.

"No problem," Ike said.

"Not a word," Mr. Boone said.

"Yes, sir," Theo said.

"Good. Now, you said that you have something to show me."

The three adult Boones looked at Theo, who immediately jumped to his feet. His laptop was on the table in front of him. He touched a key, and a large photo appeared on the digital wide-screen whiteboard at the end of the room. Theo held a laser pointer and directed the red light at the

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photo. "This is an aerial photo of the sixth fairway at the Creek Course. Over here is the Duffy home. Over here, in the trees in the dogleg, is where the witness was sitting and having lunch." He pressed another key, another photo appeared. "This is a photo we took yesterday morning at the golf course. The witness was sitting on this stack of treated timbers, next to the dry streambed, completely hidden from view. However"-another key, another photo-"as you can see, the witness had a perfect view of the homes on the other side of the fairway, about a hundred yards away."

"And you know for certain this is exactly where he was?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you reconstruct the time?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"We can drop the 'Your Honor' stuff, Theo, for the time being."

"Okay." Another photo, an aerial. Theo beamed the laser light at a building. "This is the maintenance shed, not too far through the woods from the sixth fairway. The lunch break began at eleven thirty. Eleven thirty on the dot because the supervisor ran a tight ship and expected his workers to check in at eleven thirty, eat quickly, and be back on the job at noon. Our man liked to sneak away from the others,

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eat by himself, say his prayers, and look at a photo of his family back home. He's very homesick. As you can see, it's a short walk through the woods to his favorite lunch spot. He estimates that he was halfway through his lunch break when he saw the man enter the Duffy home."

"So around eleven forty-five?" Judge Gantry asked.

"Yes, sir. And, as you know, the pathologist put the time of death at approximately eleven forty-five."

"I know. And the man who entered the house then left it before your witness finished his lunch break?"

"Yes, sir. The witness says that he usually heads back to the maintenance shed a few minutes before noon. On this day, he saw the man come out of the house before he finished the lunch break. He estimates the man was in the house less than ten minutes."

"I have one big question," the judge said. "Did this witness see the man leave the house with a bag or sack or anything that might hold the stolen loot? The testimony is that several items were taken -two small handguns, some of her jewelry, and at least three of his expensive watches. Did the witness see this stuff hauled away?"

"I don't think so, Judge," Theo said gravely. "And, I've thought about this for hours. My best guess is that he stuffed the guns under his belt, hid them with his sweater, and put everything else in his pockets."

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"What kind of guns?" Mr. Boone asked.

"A nine millimeter and a snub-nosed thirty-eight," Judge Gantry said. "It would be easy to hide them under a sweater."

"And the watches and jewelry?"

"Some rings and necklaces, three watches with leather bands. All could fit easily into the front pockets of a pair of slacks."

"And this stuff was never found?" Mrs. Boone asked.

"No."

"They're probably at the bottom of one of those lakes out there at the golf course," Ike said with a nasty grin.

"You're probably right," Judge Gantry said, to the amazement of everyone else. The stone-faced referee who never leaned to one side or the other had just tipped his hand. He thought Mr. Pete Duffy was guilty after all.

"What about the gloves?" he asked.

Theo picked up a small brown box, sat it on the table, and then pulled out the Ziploc plastic bag holding the two golf gloves. He placed it in front of Judge Gantry, and for a second or two everyone stared at the evidence as if it were a bloody butcher's knife. Theo pressed a key, and another photo appeared on the screen. "This is the fourteenth tee box, South Nine. The witness was repairing a sprinkler head right about here, on a small hill overlooking the tee box, when he

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saw the man, the same man, remove these two gloves from his golf bag and throw them in the trash basket."

"A question," Judge Gantry said. "At the moment he tossed away these gloves, was he wearing another set of gloves?" It was obvious to the Boones that the judge had dissected every detail of the story.

"I've never asked him that question," Theo said.

"Probably so," Woods said. "It's not unusual for a golfer to keep extra gloves in his bag."

"Why would that matter?" Mrs. Boone asked.

"Not sure that it would. I'm just very curious right now, Marcella."

There was a long pause, as if those present were thinking the same thing but no one wanted to mention it. Finally, Theo said, "Judge, you could always ask the witness."

"So he's here?"

"Yes, sir."

"He's in my office, Henry," Mrs. Boone said. "He's now represented by the Boone law firm."

"Does that include Theo?" Judge Gantry asked, and everyone thought it was somewhat funny.

"You have to assure us, Henry, that he will not be arrested or prosecuted for anything," Mr. Boone said.

"You have my word," Judge Gantry said.

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Bobby Escobar sat across the table from the judge. To his left was Julio, his cousin and interpreter, and to his right was his aunt Carola. It was a family affair with Hector and Rita back in Mrs. Boone's office watching television.

Theo began his direct examination with the same aerial photo of the sixth fairway, Creek Course. With the red laser light, he and Bobby pinpointed the exact spot where he'd been eating his lunch. Theo changed photos, asked his questions carefully, and gave Julio plenty of time to translate. The story unfolded perfectly.

Woods, Marcella, and Ike sat back and watched with enormous pride, but all three were ready to catch any mistake.

Once the facts were established and Bobby had established himself as a reliable witness, Judge Gantry said, "Now, let's talk about identification."

Since Bobby had never met Pete Duffy, he could not say that he was the man who entered the house. He did say that the man was wearing a black sweater, tan slacks, and a maroon golf cap, the same outfit Pete Duffy was wearing at the time of the murder. Theo flashed up a series of photos of Pete Duffy, all taken from the newspaper. To each, Bobby could only say that the man in the photo definitely

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resembled the man he'd seen. Theo pressed another key and ran three quick videos he'd strung together, all showing Pete Duffy either walking into the courthouse or walking out. Again, Bobby said he was almost certain that was the man.

Then, the clincher. The prosecution had placed into evidence twenty-two photographs of the crime scene, the house, and the neighborhood. One of the photos, State's Exhibit No. 15, had been taken from a position somewhere near the edge of the fairway. It showed the rear of the Duffy home, its patio, windows, rear door, and off to the far right there were two uniformed policeman standing next to a golf cart. Sitting in the golf cart was Pete Duffy, who appeared dazed and distraught. The photo had apparently been taken just minutes after he raced home from the Clubhouse Grill.

Theo had obtained the photograph by "visiting" the site maintained by the court reporting service. If Judge Gantry asked how he got it, Theo was prepared to say, "Well, Judge, it's been produced in open court and admitted into evidence. Not really a secret, is it?"

But Judge Gantry said nothing. He'd seen the photo a hundred times and was unmoved by it. Bobby, though, had never seen it, and he immediately began speaking rapidly to Julio.

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"That's him," Julio said, actually pointing. "The man in the cart. That's him."

"Let the record show, Your Honor, that the witness has just identified the defendant, Mr. Peter Duffy."

"Got it, Theo," Gantry said.

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Chapter 22

The spectators gathered Monday morning for the final drama. The jurors arrived with solemn faces, determined to finish the job. The lawyers wore their finest suits and appeared fresh and eager to get their verdict. The defendant himself looked rested, confident. The clerks and bailiffs hustled about with their usual early morning energy. But when they grew still, at ten minutes after 9:00 a.m., the courtroom seemed to inhale and wait. Everyone stood when Judge Gantry entered, his black robe flowing behind. He said, "Please be seated," and did not smile. He was not happy. He seemed very tired.

He looked around the courtroom, nodded at his court

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reporter, acknowledged his jury, noticed the crowd and in particular looked at the third row, right side. There was Theo Boone, wedged between his father and his uncle, absent from school, at least for the moment. Judge Gantry looked at Theo and their eyes locked. Then he leaned down a few inches closer to the microphone. He cleared his throat and began to deliver the words no one expected.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. At this point in the trial of Mr. Peter Duffy, we are scheduled to hear the closing arguments from the lawyers. However, this will not happen. For reasons that I will not explain at this moment, I am declaring a mistrial."

There were gasps, jolts, shocked expressions from all corners of the courtroom. Theo was watching Pete Duffy, whose jaw dropped to his chest as he turned to Clifford Nance. The lawyers on both sides appeared to have been hit between the eyes, all staggering as they tried to understand what they had just heard. On the front row, directly behind the defense table, Omar Cheepe turned and looked straight at Theo, two rows back. He didn't stare, didn't look particularly menacing, but his timing said it all-"You did this. I know it. And I'm not finished."

The jurors were not sure what would happen next, so Judge Gantry explained it to them. He turned, looked

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at them, and said, "Members of the jury, a mistrial means that the trial is over. The charges against Mr. Peter Duffy are dismissed, but only for the moment. The charges will be filed again, and there will be another trial in the very near future, but with a different jury. In any criminal trial, the judge has the absolute discretion to declare a mistrial when he or she believes that something has happened that might adversely affect the final verdict. Such is the case now. I thank you for your service. You are important to our judicial system. You are now excused."

The jurors were thoroughly bewildered, but some were beginning to understand that their civic duty was over. A bailiff herded them through a side door. As they shuffled out, Theo watched and admired Judge Gantry. At that moment, he, Theo, decided that he wanted to be a great judge, just like his hero up there on the bench. A judge who knew the law inside and out and believed in fairness, but, more importantly, a judge who could make the tough decision.

"Told you so," Ike whispered. Ike had been convinced that a mistrial would be declared, but then so had the rest of the Boone law firm.

The jurors left but no one else moved. They were stunned and wanted more information. At the same time, Jack Hogan and Clifford Nance rose slowly and looked at Judge Gantry.

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Before either could speak, he said, "Gentlemen, I will not explain my actions at this time. Tomorrow, at ten a.m., we will meet in my office and I will state my reasons. I want the charges refiled as soon as possible. I will schedule the retrial for the third week in June. The defendant will remain free on bond with the same restrictions. Court is adjourned." He slapped his gavel on the bench, stood, and then vanished.

With the judge and jury gone, there wasn't much left to do. The crowd slowly climbed to its feet and headed for the door.

"Get to school," Mr. Boone said sternly to Theo.

***

Outside the courthouse, Theo unchained his bike. "You stopping by this afternoon?" Ike asked.

"Sure," Theo said. "It's Monday."

"We need to debrief. It's been a long week."

"Sure has."

Not far away, at the front entrance, there was noise and the rush of people trying to get out of the courthouse. Pete Duffy, surrounded by his lawyers and others, hustled away with a couple of reporters yelling questions at him. The questions were not answered. Omar Cheepe brought up the rear, and actually shoved one of the reporters. He was about

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to take off with his client when he noticed Theo, straddling his bike, watching the drama with Ike. Cheepe froze, and for a split second seemed undecided about what to do. Should he hurry and protect Mr. Duffy, or should he walk over to Theo and utter a vile threat or two?

Theo and Cheepe stared at each other, fifty feet apart, thenCheepe turned and scampered away. Ike seemed not to notice this exchange.

***

Theo hurried away, too. He headed for school, and once the courthouse was far behind him, he began to relax. He found it difficult to believe that it was Monday. So much had happened in the past seven days. The biggest trial in the town's history had come and gone, yet it wasn't over. Thanks to Theo, a bad verdict had been avoided. Justice had been preserved, at least for the time being. He would take a break from his duties, but before long he would be meeting secretly with Bobby Escobar and Julio. No doubt about it. Theo would be in charge of coaching Bobby, preparing him for the three hours he would spend on the witness stand come June.

And now Omar the Creep was complicating things. How much did he and his client and Clifford Nance really

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know? Questions, questions. Theo was puzzled, but he was already excited.

Then he thought of April. Tomorrow, Tuesday, the judge would issue a ruling that would require her to live with one parent or the other. Her presence would not be required in court, but she was a wreck anyway. Theo needed to spend some time with her. He decided that they would sneak away at lunch and talk about things.

And he thought about Woody, whose brother was in jail and likely to stay there.

He parked his bike at the flagpole and walked into the school halfway through first period. He had a written excuse from his mother, and as he handed it over to Miss Gloria in the front office he noticed that she wasn't smiling. She always smiled.

"Have a seat, Theo," she said, nodding to a wooden chair beside her desk.

But why? Theo wondered. It's just a simple matter of being tardy.

"How was the funeral?" she asked, still unsmiling.

A pause, as Theo tried to understand. "I'm sorry."

"The funeral last Friday, the one your uncle came here..."

"Oh, that funeral. It was great. A real blast."

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She looked around nervously, then tapped her lips with an index finger. Please talk softly, she was saying. There were open office doors nearby.

"Theo," she almost whispered. "My brother was stopped last night for driving under the influence. They took him to jail." She rolled her eyes around to make sure they were alone.

"I'm sorry," Theo said. He knew where this was going.

"He's not a drunk. He's a grown man with a wife and kids and a good job. He's never been in trouble and we just don't know what to do."

"What was his BAC?"

"What?"

"His blood alcohol content."

"Oh, that. Does point zero nine sound right?"

"Yes. The limit is point zero eight, so he's in trouble. First offense?"

"Why heavens yes, Theo. He's not a drunk. He barely had two glasses of wine."

Two drinks. Always two drinks. Regardless of how drunk or how sloppy or how belligerent, they've never had more than two drinks.

"The policeman said he could get ten days in jail," she went on. "This is so embarrassing."

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"Which cop?" Theo asked.

"How am I supposed to know that?"

"Some of the cops like to scare people. Your brother will not get ten days. He'll pay a fine of six hundred dollars, lose his license for six months, go to driving school, and a year from now his record can be expunged. Did he spend the entire night in jail?"

"Yes. I can't imagine ..."

"Then there's no more jail time. Write down this name." She was already holding a pen. "Taylor Baskin," Theo said. "He's the lawyer who handles all the drunks ..."

"He's not a drunk!" she said, a bit too loud. Both looked around to see if anyone was listening. No one.

"Sorry. Taylor Baskin is the drunk driving lawyer. Your brother needs to call him."

Miss Gloria was scribbling away.

"I need to get to class," Theo said.

"Thank you, Theo. Please don't tell anyone."

"No problem. Can I go now?"

"Oh, yes, please. And thanks, Theo."

He scampered out of the office, leaving behind another satisfied client.

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Section 11 (ch. 21- 22)

I. Transcribe and practice pronouncing the following words as they are given in the text. Make sure you know what they mean.

21) elude, oblivious, chitchat, maintenance, supervisor, estimate, approximately,necklace, distraught, interpreter

22) solemn, menacing, discretion, tardy,blood alcohol content(n), belligerent, acknowledge,expunged

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