Chapter 23 - I TESTIFYMy pregnancy was thirty-four weeks by the time I testified at a pretrial evidentiary hearing.
Large enough that the jury pool would later know what had been at risk.
Daniel Price, Dana’s defense lawyer, asked:
“You planned to terminate Ms. Sloan’s employment before the confrontation?”
“Yes.”
“You arranged for your investigator brother to be nearby?”
“Yes.”
“You wore a hidden recorder?”
“Yes.”
“So you anticipated conflict.”
“I anticipated denial.”
“You sent your brother the message ‘Something is wrong. Come.’”
“Yes.”
“Before Ms. Sloan allegedly swung the bottle?”
“Yes.”
“What was wrong at that point?”
“She blocked the nursery door and told me I wasn’t firing her.”
“Did she touch you?”
“Not yet.”
“Did you threaten her employment?”
“I ended it.”
He paused.
Then:
“Is it possible you backed into the tray, broke the bottle, fell, and panicked?”
“No.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”
“What are you uncertain about?”
That question was better than he meant it to be.
“I don’t know whether the first bottle would have hit my head if I hadn’t moved. I don’t know whether the second would have hit my stomach because Luke stopped her. I know she swung the first and raised the second.”
May you like
Accuracy.
Always.
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