Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon

Judge Williams snapped, “That’s enough, Counselor! You’ll have your chance to plead your case later.”

David resumed his seat.

Brennan turned to Special Agent Jordan. “You’re excused.” The FBI agent stepped down.

Brennan said, “I would like to call as my next witness, Stanley Clarke.”

A young man with long hair was ushered into the courtroom. He walked toward the witness stand. The courtroom was still as he was sworn in and took his seat.

Brennan said, “What is your occupation, Mr. Clarke?”

“I’m with National Biotech Laboratory. I work with deoxyribonucleic acid.”

“More commonly known to us simple nonscientists as DNA?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How long have you worked at National Biotech Laboratory?”

“Seven years.”

“And what is your position?”

“I’m a supervisor.”

“So, in that seven years, I assume that you’ve had a lot of experience with testing DNA?”

“Sure. I do it every day.”

Brennan glanced at the jury. “I think we’re all familiar with the importance of DNA.” He pointed to the spectators. “Would you say that perhaps half a dozen people in this courtroom have identical DNA?”

“Hell no, sir. If we took a profile of DNA strands and assigned it a frequency based on collected databases, only one in five hundred billion unrelated Caucasians would have the same DNA profile.”

Brennan looked impressed. “One in five hundred billion. Mr. Clarke, how do you obtain DNA from a crime scene?”

“Lots of ways. We find DNA in saliva or semen or vaginal discharge, blood, a strand of hair, teeth, bone marrow…”

“And from any one of those things you can match it to a specific person?”

“That’s correct.”

“Did you personally compare the DNA evidence in the murders of Dennis Tibbie, Richard Melton and Samuel Blake?”

“I did.”

“And were you later given several strands of hair from the defendant, Ashley Patterson?” 1 was.

“When you compared the DNA evidence from the various murder scenes with the strands of hair from the defendant, what was your conclusion?”

“They were identical.”

This time the reaction from the spectators was even noisier.

Judge Williams slammed down her gavel. “Order! Be quiet, or I’ll have the courtroom cleared.”

Brennan waited until the room was still. “Mr. Clarke, did you say that the DNA taken from every one of the three murder scenes and the DNA of the accused were identical?” Brennan leaned on the word.

“Yes, sir.”

Brennan glanced over at the table where Ashley was sitting, then turned back to the witness. “What about contamination? We’re all aware of a famous criminal trial where the DNA evidence was supposedly contaminated. Could the evidence in this case have been mishandled so that it was no longer valid or—?”

“No, sir. The DNA evidence in these murder cases was very carefully handled and sealed.”

“So there’s no doubt about it. The defendant murdered the three—?”

David was on his feet. “Objection, Your Honor. The defendant is leading the witness and—”

“Sustained.”

David took his seat.

“Thank you, Mr. Clarke.” Brennan turned to David. “Nothing further.”

Judge Williams said, “Your witness, Mr. Singer.”

“No questions.”

The jurors were staring at David.

Brennan acted surprised. “No questions?” He turned to the witness. “You may step down.”

Brennan looked at the jurors and said, “I’m amazed that the defense is not questioning the evidence, because it proves beyond a doubt that the defendant murdered and castrated three innocent men and—”

David was on his feet. “Your Honor—”

“Sustained. You’re stepping over the boundaries, Mr. Brennan!”

“Sorry, Your Honor. No more questions.”

Ashley was looking at David, frightened.

He whispered, “Don’t worry. It will be our turn soon.”

The afternoon consisted of more witnesses for the prosecution, and their testimony was devastating.

“The building superintendent summoned you to Dennis Tibbie’s apartment, Detective Lightman?”

“Yes.”

“Would you tell us what you found there?”

“It was a mess. There was blood all over the place.”

“What was the condition of the victim?”

“He had been stabbed to death and castrated.”

Brennan glanced at the jury, a look of horror on his face. “Stabbed to death and castrated. Did you find any evidence at the scene of the crime?”

“Oh, yes. The victim had had sex before he died. We found some vaginal discharge and fingerprints.”

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