Hoffman continued his cross-examination.
“So, to be clear, you didn’t write down the serial number of the gun you sold to Mr. Martin on the receipt. Do you have the serial number anywhere?”
“Extremely doubtful.”
“So there’s no way to know if the gun you sold Dennis Martin is the gun that killed him, isn’t that right?”
“I didn’t say I did know.”
“That’s all, Mr. White. Thank you.”
The judge folded his hands on his desk. “Redirect, Ms. Castellano?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
Yuki opened the folder in front of her, pulled a photograph from the file, and walked toward the witness. This was going just the way she’d hoped it would.
“Mr. White. This is a picture of the murder gun, a Smith and Wesson twenty-two. Is this the type of gun you sold to Mr. Martin?”
“Yes.”
“How many of these guns did you sell in April last year?”
“I sold just the one.”
“How many twenty-two Smith and Wesson guns did you sell in the entire year?”
“I sold just the one.”
“To Mr. Dennis Martin?”
“Yes, exactly like I said. I wrote his name on that receipt.”
“Thanks, Mr. White. I’m finished, Your Honor.”
Yuki kept her expression neutral as she walked back to the prosecution table, but she was doing handsprings in her mind.
White was a very credible witness. He’d checked Dennis Martin’s gun license and driver’s license and he’d positively identified Dennis Martin from his photo. And he’d positively sold Dennis Martin a gun.
It wasn’t proof — but it was damning testimony.
Yuki waited for Stephen White to step down from the box and then called her next witness.
Chapter 54
I STOOD IN THE BACK of the packed courtroom watching Yuki interrogate level-two investigator Sharon Carothers, the CSI who had tested Candace Martin’s hands for GSR less than a half hour after Dennis Martin was gunned down.
I’d known Carothers for about four years and had worked a dozen cases with her, and I had never known her to make a mistake. She went strictly by the book but knew how to look around corners without breaking the rules.
“Ms. Carothers, are you the lead investigator on the Martin case?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Did you test Dr. Martin’s hands for gunshot residue at approximately six-forty-five on the night of September fourteenth?” Yuki asked.
“I did. The test was positive for GSR.”
A woman sitting near the wall broke into a fit of wet coughing that seemed like it would never quit. Yuki waited it out, every last sputter, then asked, “Ms. Carothers, did you ask the defendant if she fired the gun that was found on the scene?”