“No. I only met him the one time.”
“So he could have rigged bombs to blow up prior to your … assignation?” said Parisi.
Grant stood up and yelled, “Objection.”
Yuki knew the judge would sustain the objection, and he did. Connor Grant was … impressive.
Parisi said, “Thank you, Ms. Shaw. That’s all.”
The witness stood up, and Parisi, who had started back to the prosecution table, wheeled around.
“I’m sorry, I have one other question. You’re still under oath, Ms. Shaw.”
The witness sat back down.
“Ms. Shaw, you have testified that Mr. Grant paid you for your time. Did Mr. Grant also pay you for your testimony today?”
The witness recoiled. Then she said, “He only told me to tell the truth.”
“Thanks, Ms. Shaw. No more questions.”
CHAPTER 43
GRANT LOOKED QUITE at ease when he called his next witness. “The defense calls Lieutenant Jackson Brady.”
Yuki was well aware that Brady was on the defense witness list, which was pretty outrageous and another of Connor Grant’s risky moves. Still, it was a little shocking to see her husband come through the doors and walk to the witness stand.
After swearing to tell the truth, he took his seat in the box.
Grant said, “Just a few questions, Lieutenant. You head up the homicide squad of the SFPD’s Southern Station, is that correct?”
“Yes, it is.”
“You and your team were responsible for finding and arresting the person or persons who blew up Sci-Tron, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Sergeant Boxer works for you, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And you two were the members of the police department who interrogated me the morning after the bombing?”
“Correct again.”
Grant shot a look at the jury, as if saying, Get this. He asked, “During that long interview did I ever say or indicate that I had anything to do with Sci-Tron disaster?”
“No, you did not.”
“But you investigated me anyway.”
“Of course,” Brady said evenly. “You were our primary suspect. You had told Sergeant Boxer that the bombing was your work.”
“So she says. As a result of whatever she thought she heard, you went to my house, my place of business, spoke to my neighbors, my banker, my dry cleaner. The list is long.”
Yuki could see the muscle in Brady’s cheek twitch. She thought, Please, sweetie, don’t let him get to you.
Brady said, “We spoke to anyone who might know your whereabouts before the bombing and anyone who might have insight into your character.”