"So," said Stone, "what's your plan? Who are we going to call?"
"Nobody," Marc replied. "That's my plan."
"Come again?"
"My plan is to cross-examine the prosecution's witnesses to within an inch of their lives. After all, it's they who have to make a case, not we."
"You don't think we ought to try?" Stone asked doubtfully.
"Let me ask you something, Stone: Can we prove Arrington didn't shoot Vance?"
"Maybe not."
"If we could prove she didn't do it, wed be home free, but we can't. So we're going to have to cast so much doubt on the prosecution's case that the judge will throw it out."
"And how are we going to do that?" Stone asked.
"I know Beverly Walters better than you," Marc replied.
"How well, Marc?"
"Well enough, trust me."
"All right, I'll trust you."
"Have you got any other ideas about how we might proceed?"
Stone took a deep breath. "I think we ought to call Felipe Cordova."
"I thought he was lost in darkest Mexico."
"He was, but he's back in LA. Brandy Garcia gave me a heads up."
"Doesn't it bother you that the prosecution would call Cordova, if they knew what we knew about his actions that night?"
"No."
"Stone, we're going to have Beverly Walters on the stand saying she saw Arrington shoot Vance, while Arrington doesn't remember what she did or didn't do. Cordova is just going to back up Beverly's story, isn't he?"
"I don't think so," Stone said.
"And why not?"
"A couple of reasons. First, Vanessa Pike told me she drove Beverly to the Calder house, and that Beverly saw what happened from the rear of the house, at the doors to the pool."
"Wait a minute. What Vanessa told you was that she drove somebody to Vance's; she didn't say who."
"But we know it was Beverly."
"How do we know that?"
"Because Charlene Joiner says that the two of them left her house together that evening, after a day lying around the pool."
"At what time?"
"At just about the time it would have taken for them to drive to the Calder house and arrive at the time Vance was being shot."
"Will Charlene testify to that?"