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“I tied my ankles to the footboard like she toldup one ofthe ties on my feet, and I hit the Record button onthat I finished tying up that hand, and she tied up the other one I did what she said to do”
Yuki asked, “You’d had sex with Briana many ti assaulted?”
“Because this time she threatened to shoot me”
Yuki thanked Marc and asked him to step down from the witness box and return to the corridor outside the courtroom
Only fifteen minutes had passed since Yuki introduced her case to the jurors She was ready to produce her evidence
Yuki recalled Frank Pilotte, the police computer specialist
Pilotte set up his laptop on the big wooden table
“Frank,” Yuki said, “please run the recording”
CHAPTER 17
FOR LUNCH I met Claire at MacBain’s Beers o’ the World Saloon, where we had a small table between the frontand the peanut barrel, hemmed in by the lunchti hole near the Hall of Justice was packed with attorneys, cops, and courthouse staff Owing to ood tipper), Sydney MacBain, our waitress, had given us the only e us wait for our entire party of four to arrive
Claire Washburn is my closest friend, as well as San Francisco’s chief medical exairl” Despite all the death she sees every day and year, she’s a co wife, and a mom to three
Her office and ue are a short walk out the back door of the Hall, so we had trotted over to MacBain’s together We were saving two chairs at our table One was for our tenacious, effervescent friend Cindy Thomas, top crime reporter at the San Francisco Chronicle She was in a cab fro
Our fourth was ADA Yuki Castellano, a rising-star prosecutor Yuki had textedrand jury hadn’t yet arrived at a verdict on her current case
Meanwhile, I had Claire all toht It was the second time in a month that a custo now and had been shot dead on the street
It wasn’t my case, but I knew the details and understood Claire’s frustration A kid about the age of her own boys, in otherwise perfect health, was lying inside a draith bullet holes punched into his body No one had clai for hi had stepped forward