Alex Cross's Trial (Alex Cross 15)

THE MOMENT MOODY stepped off the witness stand, my father declared a recess until Monday.

I followed Moody, L.J., and Jonah down the steps of the courthouse into a barrage of questions accompanied by that acrid gunpowdery smell of flash powder exploding. Moody moved through that crowd of newsmen like a ship slicing through a wave, holding her head up, walking straight ahead.

We brushed off the last pesky reporters and walked three blocks to the Stringer house. We waited until we had Moody in the War Room before anyone spoke.

“What did you think you were doing?” I asked. “You got up under oath and told the biggest, fattest lie in the history of Mississippi. And all the time grinning like a fool!”

She was grinning like that now. “I tried to keep the smile off my face,” she said.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were going to do that?”

“’Cause if I had, you’d have told me not to do it. This way I could scare the devil out of that Loophole Lewis, and your daddy the judge, and Phineas Eversman, and everybody else who was in on the lie.”

“But you lied in order to counter their lie,” I shouted. “That’s perjury!”

“So what?” she said. “You fight fire with fire. Lewis can’t contradict me. If he does, he’ll have to admit they made up that warrant out of thin air, a long time after the raid.”

“Oh, I understand what you were doing, all right,” I said. “I just want to know what gives you the right to—”

“Ben,” said L.J. “I don’t see how this hurts us. I think it can only help.”

I sank onto a chair. “I think so too, as bad as that is. What do you think, Jonah?”

Jonah was looking out the narrow second-floor window.

“It must be six-thirty. The usual mob is beginning to form,” he said.

Then he turned from the window and faced the three of us.

“So, what do you think?” I repeated.

“I think what Moody did was… interesting. I must say, I did enjoy watching Loophole Lewis and Judge Corbett squirming like worms on a hook…”

I smiled. We had all enjoyed that sight.

“… but it won’t make any difference,” Jonah finished. “I’m afraid it won’t.”

“Yes, it will,” Moody protested. “It’ll cast doubt in their minds. It’ll make it seem like we tried to cooperate, and they attacked us anyway.”

Jonah shook his head. “Oh, Moody. Those jurors have lived here their whole lives. They don’t care who’s telling the truth and who’s lying! The phony warrant? Some of the jurors were probably down at the town hall when Eversman was writing it up.”

There was silence then. A long minute of it.

The chanting outside began again.

Free the Raiders!

Let ’em go!

Moody stood and smoothed her blue skirt. She adjusted her straw hat and slipped on her white gloves.

“I got to go. Papaw is in bad shape. Coming to the court, he didn’t hardly know who he was,” she said.

Without thinking about it I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Tell Abraham I’m coming out tomorrow to see about him.”

Jonah said, “Thank you for tryin

g to help, Moody. From the bottom of my heart.”