“That’s the last I remember before the lights went out.”
Jacobi’s account was good, but it wouldn’t be enough to overturn the margaritas.
Only one person could help me now. I was wearing her clothes, sitting in her chair. I was queasy and my wounds throbbed. I honestly didn’t know if I could save myself or if I would make everything worse.
My lawyer turned his warm brown eyes on me.
Steady, Lindsay.
I wobbled to my feet as I heard my name echo through the courtroom.
Mickey Sherman had called me to the stand.
Womans Murder Club 4 - 4th of July
Chapter 19
I’D BEEN A WITNESS dozens of times during my career, but this was the first time I’d had to defend myself. All my years of protecting the public, and now I had a bull’s-eye on my back. I was raging inside, but I couldn’t let it show.
I got to my feet, swore to God on an old worn Bible, and placed my fate in the hands of my attorney.
Mickey cut straight to the chase. “Lindsay, were you drunk on the night of May tenth?”
The judge broke in: “Mr. Sherman, please don’t address your client by her first name.”
“Okay. Lieutenant, were you drunk that night?”
“No.”
“Okay, let’s back up. Were you on duty that night?”
“No. My shift was over at five p.m.”
Mickey took me through the events of that night in excruciating detail, and I told it all. I described the drinks I’d had at Susie’s and told the court about getting the call from Jacobi. I stated that I’d told Jacobi the truth when I’d said that I was good to go along that night.
When Mickey asked why I’d responded to the call when I was off duty, I said, “I’m a cop twenty-four hours a day. When my partner needs me, I’m there.”