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“Yes.”
“And you testified she was struggling and kicking, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you testified you were standing above her, struggling with her, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And you were shouting, ‘Get down, get down’?”
“Yes.”
“So how did you hear Alice Co
McShea paused. “Okay, it was a little louder than that.”
“How much louder?”
“Loud enough to hear.”
“Loud enough for the neighbors to hear?”
“Not that loud.”
Be
“Normal.”
“Normal enough for you to hear, but not normal enough for anyone but you and your partner to hear?”
“Objection, Your Honor,” Hilliard said, and Judge Guthrie leaned forward.
“Sustained.”
Be
“We knew each other.”
“How well did you know each other?”
“Saw each other at police events and whatnot. Before he got promoted out, to detective.”
“You said ‘promoted out.’ Do you know which district Detective Della Porta was promoted from?”
“The Eleventh, I think.”
“Officer McShea, did you ever serve in the Eleventh District?”
“No, I was always in the Twentieth. It’s the neighborhood I grew up in.”
“Was your partner, Officer Reston, friendly with Detective Della Porta as well?”
“Yes.”
“To your knowledge, has Officer Reston always served in the Twentieth?”
“No.”
“He was transferred to it?”
“Yes.”
“From where?”
“From the Eleventh.”
Be
“Yes.”
Be
“Maybe once or twice.”
Be
“He gave a party, I think. Coupla parties. It was a while ago.”
“How many parties?”
“I don’t remember, it was a while ago.”
“You testified that you recognized Detective Della Porta’s house number when it came over the radio, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“So it had to be a lot of parties for you to remember the house number and the house, didn’t it?”
“Objection,” Hilliard said, but Be
“This is cross-examination, Your Honor.”
“Sustained,” Judge Guthrie ruled, and began reading papers on the dais.
Be
“There is no co
“I’ll rephrase that,” Be
“Sustained,” Judge Guthrie ruled again. He leaned over the open index on his desk and for the first time since the cross-examination began, met Be
“Thank you, Your Honor,” Hilliard said, taking his seat, and Be
“Officer McShea, I’ll change the subject for you. Please tell the jury what your job duties are as an active uniformed police officer.”
“What do you mean?” McShea asked, wary now, and Be
“I mean, what do you do as a cop?”
“I protect citizens from crime and enforce the law.”
“What kinds of law?”
“Robbery, murder, auto theft.”
“Laws against the use and sale of drugs, as well?”
“Objection,” Hilliard said, half rising on arms braced against counsel table. “What possible relevance do Officer McShea’s duties have to a murder case?”
Be
“I just don’t see any point to it, Your Honor,” Hilliard said, glancing at the jury.
Judge Guthrie peered over his glasses. “You may explore this in a very limited scope, Ms. Rosato.”
“Thank you, Your Honor,” Be
“Yes.”
“What type of drugs?”
“Marijuana. Cocaine, crack cocaine, heroin. Methamphetamine. PCP. Ecstasy. Shall I go on?”
Be
“Yes.”
“Have you ever confiscated any drugs in co
“Yes.”
“Have you ever confiscated any cash in co
“Objection!” Hilliard said, rising and reaching for his crutches. “This is far beyond any relevant inquiry, Your Honor.”
Judge Guthrie nodded. “I agree, the objection is sustained. Ms. Rosato, please move on to your next line of questioning.”
“Yes, Your Honor.” Be
“Objection!” Hilliard thundered, grabbing his crutches and leaping to his feet.
“Sustained!” Judge Guthrie ruled, the stem of his reading glasses almost falling from his mouth. His eyes flared as he looked past Be
“Yes, Your Honor,” Be
Judge Guthrie swiveled toward the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, please disregard that last question. Merely because defense counsel asks a question does not make it so. There hasn’t been any evidence presented in this trial that the decedent, Detective Della Porta, had any involvement whatsoever in any illicit drug dealing.” Judge Guthrie grabbed his reading glasses from the dais and stood up. “We’ll break for lunch and readjourn at one-thirty. Mr. Sheriff, please escort the jury out.”
Be
“Meet with me at lunch,” Co