The Accomplice (Theodore Boone 7)

“Very well. Please note that this witness’s attorney, Mr. Clifford Nance, is in the courtroom. Proceed, Ms. Bagdell.”

She asked, “You guys were drinking beer. Did you need more? Did you go to Kall’s because you needed more?”

“I plead the Fifth Amendment.”

“Did you buy any gas at Kall’s?”

“No.”

“Whose idea was it to go to Kall’s?”

“I plead the Fifth Amendment.”

“Did you have a pistol of any type with you when you drove to the store?”

“I plead the Fifth Amendment.”

“Did you take a pistol into the store?”

“I plead the Fifth Amendment.”

Ms. Bagdell lifted the pistol from a table and showed it to the witness. “Did you purchase this?”

“I plead the Fifth Amendment.”

She threw up her hands and looked at the bench. Judge Pendergrast was obviously irritated and leaned over to the witness. “I assume, son, that you have no plans to answer any more questions about what happened that night, correct?”

Garth offered a sappy smile and said, “That’s right, Judge. Upon the advice of my lawyer, I’m not answering any more questions.”

Judge Pendergrast looked at Clifford Nance, who was nodding his agreement.

“Very well, the witness is excused.”

Garth strutted to the rear of the courtroom where he and his lawyer took seats on the rear bench. Clifford Nance wanted to hear every word uttered by the Lambert boys.

Tony went first and told the same story he had been repeating since that fateful night. Rodney Wall did a good job of walking him through it, step by careful step, with nothing left out. Judge Pendergrast asked a number of questions, as he was prone to do, and once again let everybody know that he had full command of the facts. His preparation was impressive.

On cross-examination, Ms. Bagdell blundered. Veteran trial lawyers know that you never ask a question if you don’t already know the answer. She, evidently, had not learned this.

She asked Tony, “Have you ever been in Garth’s car before?”

“Never.”

“Have you ever been to Kall’s Grocery before?”

“Never.”

“Had you ever seen the pistol before?”

“Never.”

In a matter of seconds, she took away any suspicion that Tony had been involved in the planning of the robbery.

She quickly wrapped up her cross-examination.

Woody took the stand. He was nervous, especially with Garth and Clifford Nance staring at him, but he was determined to be a good witness. He looked at Major Ludwig, who gave him a firm nod of the head, and he launched into his story. It was the same as Tony’s, the same as before, with no variations at all. The more he testified the more confident he became, and about halfway through he wished Theo could be there to hear it all.

Like Tony, he placed all blame on Garth, and managed to stare him down as he did so. It was a wonderful moment. Garth, the cocky kid with a muscle car and cute girl and wealthy family and a wild side that was crashing in on him as he sat there protected by the best lawyer money could buy, but he wasn’t so cool right now. He looked worried because he knew the truth was against him, and he couldn’t change it. He couldn’t shift some of the blame to other people.

“Any cross, Ms. Bagdell?” Judge Pendergrast asked.

“I don’t think so.” She had nothing to work with and she wasn’t about to ask any more half-baked questions.

“Any more witnesses, Mr. Wall?”

“Well, Your Honor, I was going to call Daisy Lambert, the mother, but it seems as though the Court has probably heard enough this morning.”

“Indeed the Court has. But I’m not going to prevent you from calling your witnesses.”

“I think we’re finished here, Judge,” Wall said wisely.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Judge Pendergrast launched into his ruling. “I find both Tony and Woody Lambert to be credible witnesses. And though I am usually suspicious of identical testimony offered by siblings or close friends, I am not suspicious today. Their narratives are plausible, reasonable, believable, and the Court has no reason to doubt them. Indeed, there is absolutely no testimony to the contrary. They are charged with being accomplices, which means they supposedly knew something of the crime, armed robbery, before it took place. The evidence is to the contrary. The only witness who could possibly implicate the Lambert brothers is obviously Garth Tucker, and he chose not to do so. For reasons known only to himself and his very experienced lawyer, Mr. Tucker chose to plead the Fifth Amendment. That is his right, but it leaves nothing for the prosecution to pursue.

“Therefore, I find Tony and Woody Lambert not guilty of the crimes of being accomplices to armed robbery. For Woody, I will deal with the underage drinking matter another day. Same for Tony, but he also has the sticky issue of a probation violation. He can certainly expect a few more nights in detention. But we’ll handle that another day. For now, both juveniles are free to go. The bond for Tony will be extinguished. The restrictions for both are hereby terminated. Woody, you are free to leave the county and go camping anywhere you want.”

Outside the courthouse, near the statue of General Stratten, they stopped to catch a breath. Rodney Wall was smiling ear to ear as though he had just pulled off a major victory and wanted everyone to slap him on the back. No one did. Woody and Tony were sick of the guy. Daisy didn’t trust him. Major Ludwig held him in low esteem.

“Congratulations,” Rodney said, and then waited for someone to congratulate him.

“When do we go back to court?” Daisy asked. “On the drinking charges?”

“I’ll check with the judge, let you know, but it’s nothing to worry about.”

They nodded, said nothing, and Rodney finally took a hint. “Well, gotta run now. Got some new clients down at the jail.” No one said good-bye. They watched him walk away, and before Tony could say something unpleasant about him, the Major said, “I guess you two should hustle back to school.”

Woody and Tony nodded. These days they were terrified about missing class.

The Major said, “I’m starving. Pappy’s should be cleared out by now. My treat.”

Pappy’s Deli was a legendary downtown hole-in-the-wall that was famous for its pastrami subs and onion rings, and both boys jumped at the chance. The four of them took off down Main Street, walking briskly and ch

atting about the trial. They were innocent! No more worries about being shipped off to a juvenile detention center, no more fears about the future. They had stuck to the truth, testified to it faithfully, and Judge Pendergrast believed them.

Daisy said less than the others. As their mother, she was overjoyed almost to the point of tears. Her boys would no longer be treated like criminals. Both seemed determined to stay out of trouble. Perhaps she could sleep now. Perhaps her life was finally taking a turn for the better.

Theo was suffering through another boring study hall with Mr. Mount. He was going through the motions of doing homework but his mind was elsewhere. He firmly believed that he had the right to be in Youth Court that morning to witness the trial, and to provide assistance if necessary. After all, he knew as much about the case as anyone. He had led the charge to free Woody and Tony from jail. He had advised Woody along the way. He had coached him with his testimony. He had provided crucial advice, especially about the bribe. He knew far more about the case than Woody’s lawyer.

However, none of that mattered. There he was, staring at Spanish verbs and thinking of nothing but the proceedings before Judge Pendergrast. He had a large knot in his stomach that made it hard to concentrate. What if Woody and Tony were found guilty? What if Judge Pendergrast didn’t believe them but instead found Garth to be a more credible witness? What if Woody got sentenced to some dreadful juvenile prison?

His cell phone vibrated. Normally, all cell phones were confiscated by Mr. Mount at the beginning of each class and placed in a cardboard box on his desk. But because of the trial, Theo had been allowed to keep his just in case there was news.

There was! Woody texted: Trial over. Lambert boys not guilty! Not guilty!!!. Free at last!!.

“All right!” Theo blurted as he jumped to his feet.

“What is it, Theo?” Mr. Mount asked as the entire class jolted to attention.