Chapter 146: Incriminating Evidence (1/2)

”What was your role in this investigation?” the prosecutor asked.

”I was the on-call personnel the evening she was murdered. I was called in to assist patrol when a passerby reported a dispute in the victim's house. At that point, we didn't think much of it and entered the house and found the victim on her bed with a stab wound. She was bleeding out from the wound and placed on her side.” My explanation was to the point like Nash had taught me before coming here.

”And why did the nature of the investigation change?” Well, why do you think? I wanted to ask. But this was a courtroom and everything needed to be spelled out for the world to hear.

”Well, we found out that the victim was stabbed and there was no sign of forced entry. The weapon was missing and the victim's son had witnessed the crime taking place.” Ah, all the facts laid out.

”Objection your honor!” the defending lawyer chimed. I turned to look at him and wondered why he was interrupting. ”The witness is very young, your honor, and not presented to the court.”

The judge looked blandly at the lawyer and then nodded.

”Continue,” he sighed.

The prosecutor resumed. He turned to me with another question, ”And what did you do then?”

”I notified my mentor, Detective Nash and we brought in additional resources to solve the case quickly. It went from our department initially to the whole agency,” I admitted. The case was big and the pressure from higher authorities had been great because of the media exposure.

”So, you were the first person to interview Mr. McCain, is that correct? Can you tell us how he came off to you?” I recalled his charming but nonchalant attitude.

”He seemed nonchalant in the beginning. He wanted to know why he was there, he wanted to help in any way that he could. He basically didn't know much. He tried to charm everyone he came across and smiled at me for most of the meeting until he felt like I suspected him.”

The prosecutor nodded. ”And you took his DNA and footprint to match with the evidence you had acquired?”

”Yes, according to the protocol, we took the necessary samples.”

”Your honor, we have submitted them as evidence…” and he prattled on about the article and what not and I gazed between the judge and the prosecutor. From the corner of my eye, I could see McCain leaning against his chair. He looked too calm. Like he thought he would get away with everything. I didn't like the feeling one bit.

”Did you take samples from everyone else who had been in the house, as well?”

”Yes. According to the procedure, we took the prints from all the officers present, Maya's son, and her parents.” Again, the documents were handed over.

”Can you tell us what made you think Mr. McCain was the perpetrator?” Ah, to the main question!

”Firstly, Maya's son told us that Mr. McCain had been in the house and there was an argument. Secondly, the shoe print found on the backyard was from a distinctive limited-edition shoe which costs upwards of a hundred thousand dollars.” My explanation was concise. I saw the defense lawyer scribble something down and made note of this at the back of my head. This would be a point of question later on.

”And what did this imply to you?” the prosecutor quirked his brow.

”Objection your honor. Leading question!” the lawyer interrupted.

”Sustained,” the judge spoke. He looked reluctant though.

”Let me rephrase that. Why was the shoe important in you becoming suspicious?” he said, offering me a small smile.

”It implied that the perpetrator had a huge amount of money that they could spend on collecting luxury items.”

”But why did this point towards the defendant?” the prosecutor questioned, dubiously. He played the sarcastic and stupid role very well in that case.

”We matched the list of buyers from the company involved, and Mr. McCain was on the list. Adding the testimony from his son into the mix, we suspected that he was responsible.” Dust it off. We had done everything according to the procedure because of Collin and his slimy ways. We had left no stone unturned.

”And you called him in for a second interview. Seth Nash sat in on the interrogation. Is that correct?”

”Correct.”

”Can you tell us what his demeanor was then?” I found myself smiling.

”As the interview progressed, there were clear indicators of stress on him and we could tell that he had realized we had reason to believe he had something to do with Maya's murder,” I spoke softly but firmly. I leaned into the microphone so that my voice was easily heard by everyone.

”During the interview, you were pressing him. At what point did you know he did it?”

Another interruption.

”Rephrasing the question: why did you believe Mr. McCain killed Maya?”

I thought about the answer for a second before speaking. ”I had a strong feeling that he had done it when we found the restraining order Maya had filed against him and that he had tried to break it. We knew he owned the same pair of boots. We also found security footage which showed that he had gone to her house that evening when he said that he had remained in his house all day.”

The prosecutor shuffled.