Parisi said, “Mr. Grant, do you have a degree in chemistry? Yes or no.”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how to make bombs?”
“Well, there are bombs and there are bombs.”
“Yes or no, Mr. Grant, do you know how to make bombs?”
Grant sighed. “Yes.”
“Do you know how to make a compression bomb?”
“It’s not that hard.”
“Yes or no, Mr. Grant.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a laboratory at your home?”
“Okay. S
mall lab in my garage.”
“We should take that as a yes?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a Sci-Tron membership?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you have access to Sci-Tron, a home lab, and explosive materials in that lab, and you know how to make a compression bomb, which is ‘not that hard.’”
Antonelli stood, said, “Objection. Argumentative.”
“Sustained,” said the judge.
Parisi kept on rolling.
“Mr. Grant, were you standing within a hundred yards of Sci-Tron when it blew up?”
“Yes.”
“Yes. You were right there. I have no further questions for the witness.”
Every eye in the courtroom was on Parisi as he turned his back on Grant and returned to his table.
Judge Hoffman told the witness that he could stand down.
CHAPTER 47
I WAS GOING through backlogged e-mail at my desk in the squad room when Claire called.
She said, “Wanna splurge? I’m thinking noodles. Maybe fish.”
“Asian Fusion on King?”