Part 56 (1/2)

Matt walked back to the county attorney's table and picked up his sandwich. He took a huge bite, chewed and swallowed. ”Thank you, Mr. Peabody,” he said, smiling. ”It's not every day a defense witness caters to the prosecution, too.”

Meg knew better than to cast a spell that tried to control another person. If a spell was going to work, it meant that energy and power poured through you into someone else-so a connection had been made between the two of you. Which meant if you sent harm out, eventually you'd be the recipient of it, too.

Hexing, though, wasn't the same as using magick to destroy. After all, when they'd cast a spell for old Stuart Hollings, they were trying to get rid of his tumor. A growing cancer had to be dissipated. And a person who repeatedly threatened the safety of others had to be stopped. That was why Meg had to do a binding spell.

It was the first time she'd ever cast a circle by herself. Meg knelt between the shrubs in her backyard, praying her mother wouldn't come home early from work. A black candle burned in front of her, and an ashtray she'd dug up from the attic held a stick of incense.

She was supposed to have a poppet, a wax or cloth doll made to represent the person she wanted to stop from doing harm. But Meg had never been crafty and so had no idea how to go about making a representation of someone. In the end, she'd rummaged through her closet, into the bin of old Barbie and Ken dolls she'd had as a kid. Naked, the doll was obscene, the hair matted. Meg sprinkled it with salt water and whispered the words she'd copied from a grimoire at the Wiccan Read. ”Blessed be, you creature made ... uh, in China ... and changed by life. You are not plastic, but flesh and blood. You are between the worlds, in all the worlds, so mote it be.”

She held the doll in her hands and imagined a silver net falling out of the sky. Then she took a length of red ribbon from the pocket of her shorts and wrapped it tight around the doll's hands, mouth, and groin. Finally, Meg took all the energy that trembled through her nerves, feeding her fear, and she directed it into the doll, until the thin figure jumped out of her palms and fell onto the ground before her. ”By Air and Earth, by Water and Fire, so be you bound, as I desire.”

Meg would not be hurt again. She would not let anyone else be hurt again, either. Lies were only as strong as the suckers who believed them; and figuring that out late, Meg knew, was better than never figuring it out at all. Opening the circle, she took a spade from her mother's gardening set and buried the doll beneath the roots of a hydrangea bush. On top of this, she set the heaviest rock she had been able to drag over. And when the poppet meant to represent Gillian Duncan was safely underground, Meg patted the mound with satisfaction.

In the middle of Matt's cross of Roy Peabody, the bailiff walked up to Jordan and handed him a note. ”You've got to be kidding,” he muttered, balling it up in his hand. He waited until the prosecutor had finished and then asked to approach the bench.

”Your Honor, could we take a ten-minute recess?” he asked.

”You've had plenty of time to confer with your client,” Matt began.

”I'm not going to talk to my client. If it makes you happy, you sit here and baby-sit him.” Jordan turned to the judge. ”This is a personal matter, ma'am.”

She nodded and granted Jordan the time. He hurried back to the defense table, motioned to Selena, and strode out of the courtroom.

Thomas was waiting for him there. ”This'd better be good,” Jordan said.

”I think it is.” He held out his hand, presenting a notebook. ”This came in the mail for you.”

Jordan stared daggers at his son. ”And you felt the profound need to bring it to me in the middle middle of a trial?” of a trial?”

”Book of Shadows,” Selena read, taking it from Thomas. ”I saw these at the Wiccan Read, when I was there.” Selena read, taking it from Thomas. ”I saw these at the Wiccan Read, when I was there.”

”If Stars.h.i.+ne felt the need to send a gift, I could have used a goodluck charm.”

”I don't think Stars.h.i.+ne sent it, Jordan,” Selena said quietly, pulling the silver ribbon that Thomas had used as a bookmark out in a long spool.

Jordan fingered the ribbon. Then he took the book from Thomas's hand and flipped through it, skimming. The last page with writing on it held his attention for a long time.

It was little-known fact, but witnesses were allowed to use anything-anything at all-to refresh their recollection.

Engrossed, Jordan did not take his eyes from the final entry. He touched the page with reverence. ”Where did it come from?”

Thomas thought for a moment before he answered. ”A good witch,” he said.

Sitting on the witness stand, Jack looked warily at the enemy.

His lawyer.

At first, Jordan had not wanted Jack to testify, believing that he usually did a better job of speaking for his clients. But his defense so far consisted of a witch, a pair of toxicologists, a shrink, and Roy-it sounded more like the punch line to a joke than a legal reb.u.t.tal. Jack was well spoken, clean-cut, educated-even if he had nothing to counter Gillian Duncan's story, he would look good sitting on the stand.

It was no small measure of irony that the last person in the world Jack would ever trust was the only one who could help him now. As he sat on the stand and watched Jordan's antics-his hand motions, his calculated frowns at the jury-Jack thought, They are all alike. Liars, the lot of them They are all alike. Liars, the lot of them. And just as he'd been screwed once before by a lawyer, Jack believed he'd be screwed again.

Don't act defensive or angry or they'll think you capable of violence, Jordan had said moments ago. Jordan had said moments ago. Just follow my lead. This is what I do for a living Just follow my lead. This is what I do for a living. But that was impossible for Jack to do. It was as if Jordan stood at the bottom of a cliff urging Jack to jump, trusting the promise he'd catch him ... yet Jack was still beaten and bruised from his last fall.

Jordan leaned close, so that only Jack could see his anger. ”Pay attention, dammit,” he hissed. ”I can't do this without you.” Then a pleasant expression whitewashed his features, and he said, ”What happened next?”

He was back there for a moment, their laughter sparkling over his head like stars, close enough to catch. ”I was on the edge of a clearing in the woods,” Jack said slowly, ”and when I looked up, there were a group of girls standing there. Naked.”

That single word stilled the court. ”Wait a second.” Jordan shook his head. ”You're telling us you stumbled upon a bunch of naked girls?”

”I know. That's exactly what I thought, too. That I'd had so much to drink I was hallucinating.”

”I can imagine. What else do you remember?”

Jack shook his head. ”It looked ... well, like nothing I'd ever seen. There were candles. And ribbons, hanging from the trees.”

Jordan crossed to the evidence table and lifted one. ”Ribbons like these?”

”Yes. But longer.”

”Can you recall anything else?”

Jack closed his eyes, struggling. ”Only bits and pieces. Like I'll close my eyes and see the bonfire. Or I'll wake up in the morning and there's a sweetness on my tongue, a taste I can place from that night.” He shook his head, frustrated. ”But there's so much of it that's just empty s.p.a.ce, and the things that do come to me make no sense.”

Jordan began to walk toward his client. ”Do you remember any particular items laying around that night?”

”Objection,” Matt called lazily. ”If the witness is drawing a blank, Mr. McAfee isn't allowed to fill in the picture with his own crayon.”

”Sustained.”

Undeterred, Jordan caught Jack's eye. ”Is it annoying to be unable to remember what happened that night?”

”You have no idea.” Jack reached deep for the words. ”I know I didn't do what they say. I just know it. But I can't see it clearly.”

”What do you think it would take to jog your memory?”

”I don't know,” Jack admitted. ”G.o.d knows I've tried everything.”

”Me, I have to hold some souvenir in my hands, and boom, I'm back there.” Jordan grinned. ”I have a foul ball I caught during game seven of the 1986 American League champions.h.i.+ps, the one when Henderson hit a three-run blast off Donnie Moore of the California Angels. Every time I pick it up, I think of the Sox pulling ahead from behind and making it into the World Series.”

”Once again, Your Honor, objection. As much as I love getting Mr. McAfee's life history, it's beside the point.”

”But Judge, it's not. I'd like to enter into evidence this notebook and let the witness use it to refresh his recollection.” Reaching behind the defense table, Jordan took the black-and-white composition book from Selena, then brought it toward the evidence table.

”Approach!” Matt yelled, coming to his feet. ”All right, Mr. McAfee, what's up your sleeve now?” Judge Justice asked.

”Your Honor, the rules of evidence say I can refresh my witness's memory with any doc.u.ment at my disposal. This is a book of shadows book of shadows-a witches' log, if you will, that doc.u.ments the Pagan ritual that took place the night of the alleged crime.”

Judge Justice turned it over in her hands, flipping through it, then handed it to Matt to examine. ”This is inappropriate, Your Honor,” Matt insisted. ”The witness didn't write a single page of this book ... he has no original knowledge of what's in it. His memory isn't going to be refreshed refreshed by reading it-it's going to be created new.” He narrowed his eyes at Jordan. ”Mr. McAfee is finding a way to put words into his client's mouth.” by reading it-it's going to be created new.” He narrowed his eyes at Jordan. ”Mr. McAfee is finding a way to put words into his client's mouth.”