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did not answer.
    “I’d like an answer to that, Your Honor,”
    “Witness will answer the question,” Judge Dalrymple ruled.
    “Was that before or after you paid Miss Dearborn her salary?”
    “Before.”
    “Later that afternoon you gave the defendant three hundred dollars?”
    “Yes.”
    “In twenty dollar bills?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Fletcher. No further questions.”
    A.D.A. Pearson was on his feet. His exasperation was evident. “Mr. Fletcher. You stated you gave five hundred dollars to Mr. Macklin?”
    “That’s right.”
    “He wrote down the serial numbers and gave the money back to you?”
    “Yes, he did.”
    “And it was that five hundred dollars that you put in the petty cash box in the petty cash drawer?”
    “Yes, it was.”
    “And there’s no chance whatsoever that you gave any of those twenty dollar bills to the defendant as part of her salary?”
    “Absolutely not. I put them in the petty cash drawer.”
    “Each and every bill?”
    “Each and every bill.”
    As soon as he said the words, they echoed in A.D.A. Pearson’s brain. Each and every. Each and every bill. Each and every juror. The same phrase Steve Winslow had tripped him up on during jury selection.
    And it was the echo of that phrase that triggered the realization of what he’d just done.
    Steve Winslow’s cross-examination of Frank Fletcher had raised the inference that Frank Fletcher had made a mistake and paid the defendant’s salary with some of the bills Mr. Macklin had recorded the serial numbers of. But Winslow hadn’t said so. He’d never actually voiced the thought. Never put it in words.
    But Pearson had. He was the one making the suggestion. Granted in a negative context, but even so. He was the one bringing it up.
    It took only a split second for all of that to register in A.D.A Pearson’s mind. But in that split second he had time to glance over at the defense table to see a totally demoralizing sight.
    Opposing counsel Steve Winslow, grinning broadly.

5
    P EARSON FIRED BACK WITH Samuel Macklin. This was a change in plans. He’d intended follow Frank Fletcher with Marvin Lowery and save the detective for last. But after Fletcher’s poor showing, Pearson felt he needed to do something right away to win the jurors back.
    In this regard, Macklin was a good bet. Solid, stocky, muscular, confident and self-assured, Macklin looked exactly like what he was—an ex-cop. He took the stand and testified to his twelve years on the force and seven years as a P.I.
    Pearson’s smile let the jurors see how happy he was with Samuel Macklin’s qualifications.
    “Now then, Mr. Macklin,” Pearson said. “Have you ever been employed by F. L. Jewelry?”
    “Yes, I have.”
    “Please tell us the specifics of that employment.”
    “Certainly.” Macklin reached into his jacket pocket and took out a notebook. “If I could refer to my notes?”
    “Please do.”
    Macklin flipped the pages. “Here we are. I was approached on April 29th by Frank Fletcher of F. L. Jewelry to investigate the disappearance of money from his company’s petty cash drawer.”
    “You agreed to that?”
    “I agreed to the employment in as much as he and his partner were willing to follow my instructions in the matter.”
    Pearson frowned. “Just what do you mean by that, Mr. Macklin?”
    Macklin drew himself up. “There were many ways to proceed in the matter. I am not merely a functionary. If Mr. Fletcher wanted me to follow some prearranged plan of his own, he was in the wrong place. The way I work, if someone has a problem, I like to analyze it and present them with a solution. If I can’t do that, I don’t want the job. I know from experience that trying to implement someone else’s plan of action is never advisable Something always comes up they didn’t plan for. Better to start from scratch and devise your own plan that covers all eventualities.”
    “Which is what you did in this