"Well, if you didn't see her face, how do you know it was Mrs. Calder?"
"I seen her before, you know, and I recognized her shape." He made a female shape with his hands, and the courtroom tittered again.
"Since you never saw her face, is it possible that the woman you saw was not Mrs. Calder, but another woman?"
Cordova shrugged. "Maybe."
Marc turned to the judge. "Your Honor, could we have Mrs. Walters back for a moment to try something?"
The judge waved both lawyers forward. "Just what do you want to try, Mr. Blumberg?"
"I'd like for Mrs. Walters to try on a robe for Mr. Cordova."
"I've no objection, Judge," Ms. Chu said.
"Go ahead. Bailiff, bring Mrs. Walters back to the courtroom."
Beverly Walters returned, looking wary.
"Mrs. Walters," the judge said, "I'd like you to put on a bathrobe for the court."
Walters nodded, and Stone handed Marc a white terry robe. He held it for the woman, and she put it on.
"Please put up the hood, step out of your shoes, and face the rear of the courtroom, Mrs. Walters," Marc said. She followed his instructions, and he turned to Cordova. "What about it, Mr. Cordova? Could this be the woman you saw?" He made the woman shape with his hands.
"Yeah, she could be," Cordova said.
"No further questions," Marc said.
Ms. Chu was on her feet. "Your Honor, now I'd like for Mrs. Calder to try on the robe for Mr. Cordova."
"Any objection, Mr. Blumberg?" the judge asked.
"None whatever, Judge."
The courtroom watched as Arrington slipped into the white robe and turned her back on Cordova.
"Mr. Cordova," Chu said, "could this be the woman you saw?"
Cordova nodded. "Yeah. I guess it could be either one of them; they look pretty much the same."
"No further questions, Your Honor. That concludes the District Attorney's presentation."
"Mr. Blumberg," the judge said, "do you have any witnesses?"
"Your Honor, we call Isabel Sanchez."
Isabel came into the courtroom, was sworn, and took the stand.
"Your Honor, my colleague, Mr. Stone Barrington of the New York Bar, will question this witness."
The judge nodded assent.
"Mrs. Sanchez," Stone began, "are you and your husband employed by Mrs. Arrington Calder?"
"Yes, we are," Isabel replied.
"How long have you worked for her?"