“No message of that nature reached me,” Endicott interjected.
“Very well.” She spoke in her most agreeable voice. “Let’s move on.”
Franklin Endicott exhaled and resettled himself on the witness chair.
His wrinkly expression smoothed out. He looked relieved.
Foolish man. She’d reached the tough questions.
“I’d like to go to the facts stipulated in our agreement this morning,” she began. “On December thirteenth, you sent a trial exhibit in this case to the state crime lab. You did this less than one week after Astrid Watson made the last of three phone calls to you. Was your decision to test the exhibit triggered by the messages she left for you?”
Stone-faced, the PA shook his head. “Of course not. I received no messages.”
“No messages,” she repeated as if making a mental note of the
