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“Is there any chance you might have overheard a portion of the conversation?” Dan presses.
“Unlikely.”
“Yes or no?”
“Ah—yes.”
“I’m done with the witness,” Dan states, walking back to his table.
Nelson grabs my arm and leans into me. “Leave it.”
I stand back up, forcing his hand from my arm. “Redirect, your honor?” Seeing the judge’s agreement, I press forward, “Ms. Marks, have you ever heard something through the walls and found it to be untrue later?”
“No, I have not.”
She’s dismissed, and I motion for Richard to retrieve Kelli. “Judge, we’re retrieving Kelli Ward, who will be our next witness.”
“Ask for a break,” Nelson orders.
I clench my teeth. I’m on a timeline I don’t want disrupted. I lean into him. “If we break and I don’t close today, we risk a long deliberation next week that’s not in your best interest.”
“I’m going to fire you if you continue on this path.”
“You won’t get that approved, but you’ll make yourself look guilty or make Kelli look guilty along with you. Do you really want to do that?”
He inhales sharply and settles back in his seat. I am smiling inside, though. That interaction was witnessed. He looked afraid, and not for himself. For his wife. He looks like a man protecting a guilty woman. I didn’t understand this kind of connection between two people before Cat. I do now. After only a few weeks, I’d do anything to protect Cat. The difference between me and Nelson is that, unlike Kelli, Cat is worth the battle.
Chapter twenty-eight
Reese
Kelli takes the stand and is sworn in, completely unaware of the conversation I had with Geneva in this courtroom.
“Do you love your husband?” is my first question.
“Yes,” she says. “Of course.”
“Why?”
“He’s everything. Good looking, generous, kind,” she says. “He’s everything,” she repeats.
“How long have you been married?”
“Five years,” she states.
“The same amount of time Geneva Marks has been his secretary.”
“Objection,” Dan growls. “Is there a question?”
“How long has Geneva Marks been his secretary?”
“Since the week before we were married,” she says. “Five years.”
“Did you ever work for your husband’s companies?”
“Yes. I was a secretary to one of his partners in another building.”
“What do you do now?” I ask.
