Chapter 19
When
“Can I bum a ride back to the office?” he
asked as she met him. “Serena had to leave to do some work on another case and
I rode with her this morning.”
“Sure,” she agreed. “I could use the company.
Todd and I came in separate cars today.”
As they walked towards the elevators, McCoy
asked, “Where have you been keeping yourself? I saw neither hide nor hair of
you yesterday after court or this morning.”
“Before I got back to the office yesterday, I
got a page from Green to meet him and Briscoe over at the 27th to
talk with a hit and run suspect they had picked up. I had to appear for the
arraignment early this morning, so I didn’t make it to the office. I’ve had two
very long days in a row and I’m beat.”
“How are things going with the case?”
“All right, I suppose,”
As they stepped into the elevator, he asked,
“Who’s up for tomorrow?”
“Briscoe, probably. I’m sure Calea is eager
for the jury to hear how an experienced police detective changed his mind about
her client’s motive.”
“Juries don’t take what cops say as gospel
anymore. Be sure you point out how they’re sometimes wrong,” he advised.
She nodded. “I think Calea is also going to
call some higher-up from the Grayson’s church, although I’m not really sure
why. I doubt he’s going to admit that they all routinely beat their wives. It
should be interesting, though.”
“I’m sure you can handle it,” he said as they
left the elevator. “Any plans for this evening?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m going running.”
He turned in surprise to face her. “With
Calea?”
“So what do you have against Todd?” he asked
with a teasing look.
“I don’t have anything against him, I would
just rather not spend my off time with him.”
“Well I get the feeling he’d like to spend
his off time with you. He asked some very suspicious questions about you when
he and I had lunch yesterday. I think he’s getting ready to make a move,” McCoy
predicted.
“Be gentle with him,” he suggested with a
smile.
Giving him an annoyed look she said, “You’re
enjoying this way too much. And stop encouraging him. The next time the two of
you have lunch, talk about the weather, for Pete’s sake.”
***“Detective
Briscoe, the last time you testified before this court you explained to us that
you initially felt Mrs. Grayson had no reason for killing her husband. You then
said that upon further investigation, you changed your opinion. You stated, and
I quote, ‘I don’t think she acted without cause’. What made you change your
mind?”
“Several things,” he responded. “First, my
partner and I were contacted by Sandy Hamilton, who had known the defendant for
several years. She told us she suspected Mrs. Grayson had been abused by her
husband. Some of her other comments led us to Detective Russell. He told us of
the investigation he had conducted into the Fellowship of the Harvest, a group
the Grayson’s were members of. After that we visited Alissa Grayson and our
conversation with her, along with everything else, convinced us that her mother
had been abused.”
“Alissa Grayson told you her father had
abused her mother?”
“Not in so many words,” Briscoe noted. “It
was more what she didn’t say that convinced us. She became very upset when we
mentioned the abuse allegation, and even though she didn’t confirm it, she also
didn’t deny it. She begged us not to ask her any questions about what went on
in regards to their religious practices, and she tried to take the blame for
what her mother had done by saying she was the cause of it.”
“How so?”
“She told us her father was thinking of
arranging a marriage between her and one of the other members of the Fellowship
of the Harvest, and that her mother was against it. She said her mother had
stood up to her father on the matter, something she never did. That gave us a
pretty good clue. She also stated that her mother had told them she wouldn’t
allow anything to happen to her children. Then when I asked Alissa who it was
her mother was trying to protect her from, the man who wanted to marry her or
her father, she broke down. We stopped questioning her at that time.”
“Why didn’t you insist that she answer your
question?”
“We didn’t pursue the issue because it didn’t
seem appropriate to do so. If she had been a suspect, we would have pressed a
little harder, but she was a fifteen year old girl who had just learned that
her mother had killed her father. And it’s been my experience that when a child
reveals something a parent has done, no matter what that parent may be guilty
of, the child can’t help but feel as if he or she has betrayed the parent.
Alissa seemed traumatized enough as it was. We didn’t want to add to her distress.”
Morgan nodded. “You came to the same
conclusion I did, Detective, which is why I didn’t question her about her
father when she appeared before this court.”
“Withdrawn,” Morgan stated before Judge Yee
could give a ruling. “Detective Briscoe, given your experience with other
cases, did you think Mrs. Grayson’s actions after the fact were normal for
someone who had finally struck out at an abusive spouse?”
“I didn’t at first,” he admitted. “She seemed
rather nonchalant when we initially questioned her. Looking back, I would say
she was more resigned than indifferent, and resignation can certainly be an
indication of abuse.”
“Thank you, Detective. I have no further
questions.”
Before Morgan had even resumed her seat,
“Yes,” Briscoe answered.
“Because of what Mrs. Hamilton, Detective
Russell, and Alissa Grayson said to you?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t it possible that Mrs. Hamilton’s
statements were a result of a sense of loyalty to the defendant? That she
convinced herself she saw something that wasn’t there in order to help her
friend?”
“It’s possible, but there was other evidence
to support her statements.”
“You mean the information Detective Russell
supplied?”
“That was part of it.”
“But his investigation involved a different
member of the Grayson’s religious group, and he wasn’t even able to uncover
enough evidence to bring charges. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes, but what he told us confirmed what we
had already heard about the Fellowship of the Harvest members’ treatment of
their wives.”
“Did Detective Russell have any information
on the Graysons specifically?”
“Not specifically, but what he did have
showed a pattern of action for their members.”
“Even though none of the allegations were
ever proven?”
“We read his report. He talked with enough
people who made the same accusations to give them weight in our eyes. Where
there’s smoke, there’s usually fire, Counselor.”
“Her reactions to our questions, along with
what we had already learned, did convince us.”
“You testified that Alissa was upset when you
questioned her. Isn’t it possible you simply misread her reactions?”
“My job
requires that I be a pretty good judge of human nature. Kids aren’t very adept
at hiding what they feel under close scrutiny, especially not under those
circumstances. So in my opinion, we read her correctly.”
“You seem very sure of your opinions,
Detective. Would you please tell us what you said to your superior, Lieutenant
Van Buren, when you and your partner returned from speaking with Mitchell
Grayson’s coworkers on the day Mrs. Grayson was arrested?”
“I’ve had a lot of conversations with my
Lieutenant. I don’t recall exactly what I said on that particular occasion,”
Briscoe answered affably.
“I may have said something to that effect,
but that was when we first began the investigation.”
“So now you’re admitting that your opinions
aren’t always right?”
“I made the statement I did before I had all
the facts. The opinion I hold now is based on further, detailed investigation.
And as the People have already stated, I’m an expert at investigating,” Briscoe
pointed out with a hint of sarcasm.
Crossing her arms,
“Consider yourself so instructed, Detective,”
Judge Yee advised warningly.
“Yes,” he answered succinctly.
***As
Carmichael and Penland were walking toward the elevators, they heard a familiar
voice behind them.
“Mind if I join you, or is this a private
party?”
With a no-nonsense glare,
McCoy looked at Penland. “Did I say something
wrong?”
The other man shook his head. “She’s just a
little testy.”
“Oh?”
“I just finished questioning Briscoe,”
Shaking his head, McCoy smiled. “You always
take your chances where Briscoe is concerned.” As they reached the elevator, he
asked, “Do you have any idea where Calea was going?”
“I saw her leave the courtroom with her
client,” Penland answered. “I guess they were going to confer. There are only a
couple of witnesses left on her list besides Grayson, so maybe she’s prepping
her to testify today.”
“She won’t call Sara today,”
He shrugged. “Looks like. Why don’t you page
Serena and ask her to join us? She’s probably still in the building. We may as
well make it an office party.”
***After
he was sworn in, Isaac Fillmore sat down in the witness stand. He was a tall
man of average build with coal black eyes and permanent frown lines etched into
his brow. He watched Morgan approach with his head tilted back slightly,
conveying an air of imagined superiority.
“Mr. Fillmore, what is your occupation?”
“I am the director and pastor of the
Fellowship of the Harvest. And my title is ‘Reverend’ Fillmore.”
Morgan regarded him coolly for a moment
before continuing, “Would you please briefly explain your organization’s
beliefs concerning the roles of each family member, Mr. Fillmore?”
Glaring at Morgan’s slight, he answered,
“It’s quite simple. As the Good Book says, the head of the husband is Christ,
the head of the wife is the husband and the head of the children are the
parents.”
“And what does being the ‘head’ encompass?”
“The responsibilities of the parents are to
provide for and teach their children right from wrong. The husband has the
primary role in this regard, and he is also responsible for taking the lead
where his wife is concerned.”
“And is discipline a part of a husband and
father’s responsibility?”
“Of course.”
“Does this include corporal punishment?”
Fillmore smiled patronizingly. “I know it’s
an unpopular notion in this day and time, but the Bible indicates that corporal
punishment is an accepted form of discipline. ‘Spare the rod, spoil the child’
as it says.”
“And would disciplining one’s wife also
include corporal punishment?” Morgan asked.
“It isn’t my place to make blanket policy for
all members of our church. How a husband and wife work out their differences is
a matter to be decided between the two of them.”
“But physically punishing one’s wife is not
something discouraged by your organization, correct?”
Shaking his head, Fillmore said, “I have
already explained to you that how a husband and wife choose to handle a matter
is not for me to say.”
Morgan took a few steps closer to the stand.
“All right. Then let me ask you this: If the wife of one of your members
approached you, told you her husband was beating her and asked for help, in
your capacity as pastor, what would you advise her?”
He shrugged. “I would remind her of her scriptural
obligation to obey and submit to her husband and head.”
“And what of her husband’s obligation to love
and cherish his wife? Can that be reconciled with his hitting her?”
“Parents are told in the Bible to love their
children, too, but that doesn’t preclude them from using the rod to discipline
them when it’s needed,” Fillmore answered, becoming more animated.
“Would it surprise you to know that in the
original Hebrew language in which the verse you referred to was written, the
word translated ‘rod’ simply meant a shepherd’s staff, Mr. Fillmore? A shepherd
uses his staff to gently guide his sheep. He never strikes them with it.”
“I wouldn’t know about the Hebrew language,
Ms. Morgan. I speak English and my Bible is written in the same language. And
there are other instances in the Good Book where it speaks of physical
punishment,” he said with some irritation. “Being a good leader, whether it be
of a family or some other institution, requires control. And no where is
control more needed than within the family environment.”
Morgan’s eyebrows arched. “Control? What
happened to disciplining with, and because of, love?”
“Love requires that we discipline those we
care about. ‘The Lord disciplines those he loves.’ Hebrews 12:6.”
Moving to stand even closer, Morgan asked,
“Did Mitchell Grayson discipline his wife?”
Fillmore nodded slowly, closing his eyes
briefly as if in reverence. “Mitchell Grayson loved his wife and children very
much. He was a fine Christian man and a loyal friend.”
“To your knowledge, did he ever use physical
punishment as a means to discipline his wife?”
Turning to look at her scornfully, he said,
“I didn’t live with the Graysons. I can’t answer that question.”
“Didn’t Mrs. Grayson come to you and tell you
that he had, asking for your help?”
He turned his attention to Grayson, who
visibly cringed under his intense gaze. Anger seeped into his voice as he
answered, “Sara Grayson is a liar and I will not repeat anything that woman has ever said to me.” His voice
grew louder and his eyes seemed to burn as he stared at her. “She is…”
“Mr. Fillmore,” Morgan interrupted.
“…a murderer,” he continued. “I know what she
…”
“Mr.
Fillmore,” Morgan said more sternly. When he turned his face toward her,
she met his enraged eyes unwavering. “That is all. I don’t have any more
questions for you.”
Morgan stood beside the witness stand, her
eyes locked with Fillmore’s. Only when she was sure he was not going to
continue his tirade did she return to her chair.
Giving him a few more seconds to calm down,
she took her time rising and approaching the stand. When she spoke, it was in a
placating voice.
“Reverend Fillmore, how well did you know
Mitchell Grayson?”
Finally turning his eyes from the direction
of the defense table, he looked at
“What kind of man was he?”
“He was a good man. He took an interest in
his family that is sadly lacking in most men these days. Many times we had
lengthy discussions on the perils this world holds for our young people. He was
concerned for the spiritual as well as physical welfare of his family. I’m
proud to say that he was my friend.”
“Given that you were Mitchell Grayson’s
friend and the families’ pastor for such a long time, would you say they
appeared to be happy?”
Fillmore turned his eyes on Grayson once
again. “For the most part, they seemed to be happy. But Sara was a complainer.
She was never satisfied. She worked outside of the home, instead of spending
needed time with her children. Mitchell made a good living, but she felt it
wasn’t enough.”
Morgan stood up. “Move to strike. The witness
previously stated that he didn’t live with the Grayson’s and therefore didn’t
know the details of their personal life. He couldn’t know what my client was
feeling unless she communicated it to him in his capacity as pastor, which
would make it privileged.”
Addressing the bench,
“I’ll allow it,” Judge Yee stated. “You did open
the door, Ms. Morgan.”
Turning back to Fillmore,
Glancing over her shoulder,
Once quiet had fallen over the courtroom
again,
Returning to her chair, she exchanged a look
with Morgan. In that brief moment, she was sure she detected a note of
satisfaction in the other woman’s eyes.
When Morgan suggested that court resume when
her client was in a better emotional state, Yee concurred and dismissed for the
day.
With a smirk, she said, “That was quite a
show. Did I perform my part as expected?”
“I don’t know what you’re referring to,”
Morgan responded innocently.
“I’m referring to the fact that you put a
loaded gun up there and counted on me to trip the hair trigger.”
“You didn’t have to ask him any questions.”
“But you knew I would,”
Morgan’s eyebrows arched. “Are you saying
that I set you up for Mr. Fillmore’s ranting by taking advantage of something I
knew of your personal nature?” She smiled and shrugged. “I guess what goes
around, comes around. See you tomorrow, Counselor.”