"Counsel, approach. Both of you," LaVan snapped.

As the two attorneys came toward him, the judge swiveled his chair ninety degrees so that he would face the emergency exit rather than the witness and the jury.

Yuki and Hoffman stood at an angle to the bench and looked up at the judge.

LaVan said to Hoffman in a low voice that was thrumming with anger. "I take it that neither your client nor the prosecution knew that you were calling this child to the stand."

"I got a call from the young lady's maternal grandmother last night saying that Caitlin wanted to talk to me this morning. I met with Caitlin in the lobby of this building, Your Honor, right after our meeting with you. I knew nothing about her testimony until fifteen minutes ago."

"Your Honor," Yuki said, "this is an obvious ploy by the defense. Caitlin has either been coached, or she came up with this idea on her own. Either way, she is trying to save her mother's b.u.t.t. And either way, she has created reasonable doubt in the minds of the jury."

LaVan said, "I'm calling a recess. I want to see Caitlin in chambers. Don't either of you disappear. After I've talked to the child, I'll speak to the jurors.

"And after that, we can discuss the future of this trial."

Chapter 93.

YUKI WAS in Len Parisi's office when her phone buzzed.

"Here we go," she said to her boss. She read the text out loud: "'Judge LaVan is ready for you in chambers.' What's your bottom-line advice, Len?"

Parisi hauled his bulk out of his chair, then opened the blinds on the Bryant Street side of the building. The light was translucent. Yuki couldn't see anything through the fog.

"You want to cross-examine the witness," Red Dog said. "It's the best and only thing you can do."

"What if she's telling the truth?"

"Is she telling the truth? What do you really think?" she telling the truth? What do you really think?"

"I think she's throwing herself under the bus. She's eleven. It's heroic, like in the movies. But it's a lie. I can shake her on the stand, but I don't know if I can do that and keep the jury on our side."

"It will be like walking a tightrope with diarrhea. But I have faith that you can do it."

Yuki walked out of Parisi's office and down the hall on autopilot. Phil Hoffman stood when she entered the judge's chambers, and after she took the seat she'd occupied only a couple of hours ago, he sat down.

LaVan had removed his robes and his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves and was standing behind his desk. Yuki thought he was going to pace, but instead he reached down, picked up the metal trash can at his feet, two feet tall and eighteen inches in diameter. He raised it over his head and hurled it toward the far wall.

The trash can ricocheted against the edge of the liquor cabinet before taking out a framed picture of the judge with the governor.

After the explosion of gla.s.s and the echo of the racket died down, LaVan threw open the liquor cabinet doors and said, "Who wants a drink? I'm buying."

Hoffman said, "Scotch works for me."

"I'm fine," Yuki said, but she was not fine. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for a case that slid sideways every twenty minutes. Was she winning or losing? She had no idea.

The judge poured shots for himself and Hoffman, then retook his seat behind his desk.

"Phil, do you know the difference between a lie and the truth?"

"Yes, Your Honor. You are not the president of the United States."

"Did you have anything to do with shaping Caitlin Martin's testimony?"

"No. As I said, she talked to me at eight-forty-five this morning. She told me what happened. I b.u.mped another witness I'd prepared who was suddenly irrelevant and decided I had to put Caitlin on the stand."

"I want to cross-examine her," Yuki said. "I have to discredit her testimony."

The judge said, "Hang on, Yuki. Let me tell you what Caitlin said in the half hour I just spent with her. This is for your benefit."

"Your Honor?"

"Caitlin told me that her father had been molesting her. She was explicit. And I mean convincingly so. She knew where the gun was hidden. She saw an opportunity and she shot him."

"You believe her?" Yuki asked.

"I couldn't trip her up - and I tried. According to Caitlin, her mother heard the shots, found the girl holding the gun, and told her to wash up, go to her room, and never tell anyone what happened. Then, still according to Caitlin, her mother fired the gun outside the front door and called the police."

"Huh. Good story," said Yuki. "So, what made Caitlin decide to talk?"

"She said she wanted to tell the truth."

Hoffman leaned forward in his chair.

"Byron. Your Honor," he said. "We have an admission exonerating my client," he said. "I move to dismiss."

Chapter 94.

YUKI STARED THROUGH the judge, her thoughts swirling in something that was pretty close to panic.

She didn't want a dismissal, not after all that she'd been through on this case, not when she believed she had the killer on trial. Dammit. If the judge dismissed the case, what then?

Was she going to go after the little girl? Would she really try to prosecute an eleven-year-old who was claiming incest and rape?

If so, based on what?

The only evidence against Caitlin was her testimony. No one had seen her shoot the gun. And even if Candace Martin did say that Caitlin was the shooter, the case was so fraught with reasonable doubt, the grand jury might not indict.

On the other hand, Yuki thought, if the judge didn't dismiss, Yuki would have to do that high-wire act Len had talked about. Turn that abused child into a liar. The jury would hate her for it, and if they believed Caitlin's story, Candace could walk free.

"Yuki. You want to say something?"

Yuki said, "Yes, I do, Your Honor. I certainly do. There is not a single shred of evidence to support Caitlin's testimony, and if her story is true, why is it coming out only now?"

Phil turned toward her and said, "Let's be logical, Yuki. There is more than enough reasonable doubt. We both know if the trial goes on, there's an excellent chance Candace will walk."

The judge said, "Let me make it easy for both of you. It comes down to this: Major new evidence has come in. I've decided to dismiss."

If LaVan dismissed, it was all over - forever. Candace couldn't even be tried again because it would be double jeopardy. Yuki suddenly saw an opening, a slim sliver of hope.

"I respectfully suggest that you not dismiss, Your Honor, but instead suspend the trial."

LaVan swiveled in his chair, pulling at his lower lip. The moment lasted for so long, Yuki thought she might scream.

"Okay," LaVan said. "I'll suspend the trial for sixty days. During that time, the defendant is free on bail. Yuki, go back to the DA and discuss this ... mess. Really look at the downside of going forward. If you want to cross-examine Caitlin Martin, I'll go along with you.

"Otherwise, based on Caitlin's testimony, I'm going to call a mistrial. Okay? That should work for all parties. The ball's in your court until December tenth."

"Okay, Your Honor," Yuki said. "Thank you."

"You've got a lot to think about."

"I know."

LaVan pressed down the intercom b.u.t.ton.

"Denise, bring my calendar. And call the clerk. I want to see the jurors again."

Chapter 95.

I TRACKED YUKI DOWN and found her in her office, just where I'd seen her this morning, but she seemed smaller and paler now, like the air had been sucked out of her.

"Did you get my message?" I asked her.

"I just got out of the judge's chambers," she said. "I'm waiting for Red Dog to get back from lunch. How do I look?"

"You need some lipstick," I said.

She rummaged in her handbag.

"I went to see Ellen Lafferty," I said, and I waited for the explosion of anger that didn't come. Yuki found a tube of lip gloss and a mirror in her purse. I ventured on.

"Ellen Lafferty said she went to see Guzman. That's her in the picture. She admitted it. And we also matched the picture to her photo at the DMV."

"She bleached her hair?" Yuki asked. Her hand was shaking as she applied the gloss.

"Candace Martin had a wig from when she was undergoing chemotherapy. Hey, Yuki, are you okay?"

"Go ahead," she said. She ran a brush through her hair. Sparks crackled.

"Dennis sent Ellen disguised as Candace to meet with the hit man and set it up so his private eye took pictures of her. He was probably going to use those pictures to force his wife's hand in the divorce - or maybe he was really going to set up a hit. We may never know. Look, I know you're mad at me, so just say it, okay? I can take it," I said.

Yuki said, "Caitlin Martin confessed to killing her father, and now either we take our chances with this jury or LaVan is calling a mistrial."

"Caitlin? Caitlin said she did it?"

Len Parisi came down the hallway and stuck his large head into Yuki's office.

"Hi, Lindsay. Yuki, I've got five minutes. Right now."

"Be right there," Yuki said.

She got to her feet and straightened her jacket. When she turned her eyes back on me, I saw that the fierce Yuki was back.

"Candace Martin killed her husband," she said to me. "Not Ellen Lafferty. Not Caitlin Martin. I know you don't think Candace did it, but I do, and I'm never going to have an opportunity to prove it. She's going to get away with it."

Was Yuki right?

Had I been chasing a flipping red herring?

I opened my mouth, but no words came out, and then Yuki was gone.

Chapter 96.

AFTER WHAT WAS undeniably one of the worst days she had ever had as a prosecutor, Yuki left the Hall to go home. She had nearly reached the sidewalk when she heard Brady call out to her.

G.o.d. Not Brady. Not now.

Yuki turned and saw him coming down the steps toward her, his hair flying loose from that ponytail of his.

Very attractive man.

Yuki thought of what Lindsay had told her, that Brady was married, and dammit, she didn't want to go through another doomed relationship with another unavailable guy. She wanted stability, a home life ...

"Yuki, I'm glad I caught you," Brady said, pulling up alongside her. "Have dinner with me?"