“I think we’re all impressed by your credentials, Dr. Isles,” he said. “So I won’t take up any more of the court’s time reviewing your academic achievements.”

She said nothing, just stared at his smiling face, wondering from which direction the attack would come.

“I don’t think anyone in this room doubts that you’ve worked hard to get where you are today,” Whaley continued. “Especially taking into account some of the challenges you’ve faced in your personal life in the past few months.”

“Objection.” Aguilar heaved out an exasperated sigh and stood. “This is not relevant.”

“It is, Your Honor. It goes to the witness’s judgment,” said Whaley.

“How so?” the judge countered.

“Past experiences can affect how a witness interprets the evidence.”

“What experiences are you referring to?”

“If you’ll allow me to explore that issue, it will become apparent.”

The judge stared hard at Whaley. “For the moment, I’ll allow this line of questioning. But only for the moment.”

Aguilar sat back down, scowling.

Whaley turned his attention back to Maura. “Dr. Isles, do you happen to recall the date that you examined the deceased?”

Maura paused, taken aback by the abrupt return to the topic of the autopsy. It did not slip past her that he’d avoided using the victim’s name.

“You are referring to Mr. Dixon?” she said, and saw irritation flicker in his eyes.

“Yes.”

“The date of the postmortem was November first of last year.”

“And on that date, did you determine the cause of death?”

“Yes. As I said earlier, he died of massive internal hemorrhage secondary to a ruptured spleen.”

“On that same date, did you also specify the manner of death?”

She hesitated. “No. At least, not a final-”