Overkill (A Jaywalker Case)
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Harrison J. Walker—Jaywalker, to the world—is a frayed-at-the-edges defense attorney with a ninety-percent acquittal rate, thanks to an obsessive streak a mile wide. But winning this case will take more than just dedication.
Seventeen-year-old Jeremy Estrada killed another boy after a fight over a girl: shot him point-blank between the eyes. No one disputes those facts. This kid is jammed up big-time, but almost unable to help himself. He's got the face of an angel but can hardly string together three words to explain what happened that day…yet he's determined to go to trial.
All they've got is a "yesbut" defense, as in: "Did you kill him?" "Yes, but…" Jaywalker is accustomed to bending the rules—this case will stretch the law to the breaking point and beyond.
to correct her. His wife had had the same problem. Football, baseball, basketball. To her, they’d all been “sports,” and pretty much interchangeable. In her mind, and perhaps in Katherine Darcy’s, too, each fall the players put their bats and gloves in storage and replaced them with helmets and shoulder pads. In wintertime, when the cold chased them indoors, they simply stripped down to shorts and undershirts. They were still the same players and teams; only the uniforms and equipment had
changed. “The Raiders are also a group of young thugs,” said Jaywalker. “A loosely organized gang who made it their business to target my client.” “No,” she said. “I’ve never heard of them.” “Why don’t you ask Teresa Morales about them?” he suggested. “What makes you think she’s heard of them?” “Because if my client’s telling the truth, and I think he is, she was one of them.” “You’re trying to tell me it was a coed gang?” “Hey,” said Jaywalker. “Welcome to the twenty-first century. No
of what she’d said in the statement, her repudiation of those things at trial would seriously undercut the prosecution’s chances. In other words, it mattered greatly which side chose to call Miranda, because in doing so, that side implicitly vouched for her credibility and stood to lose significantly in the eyes of the jury once she was neutralized on cross. So it wasn’t just a matter of Miranda being a mixed bag, a witness who would both help and hurt each side at the same time. In immediately
Then I charged him. Jaywalker asked how far apart the two of them had been when Jeremy had first seen the gun. Jeremy pointed to the portion of the jury box closest to him, a distance of maybe eight or ten feet. JAYWALKER: What happened? JEREMY: I got to him before he could fire it, and we started wrestling over it. I was trying to stop him from pointing it at me. And he was trying to bring it up high, toward my body. He stood up and demonstrated by clasping both hands against his
intervene. As suddenly as they’d gone out at midnight, the lights came back on, the air-conditioning kicked in, and a humming noise started up. Almost immediately, the elevator began descending. As blinded by the brightness as he had been by the earlier darkness, Jaywalker began groping around for his clothes, grabbing his pants, his shirt and what he thought was a pair of black socks. “That’s mine,” Darcy snapped. “Is not.” “Is, too,” she said. “Unless you wear a 34B.” He handed it over.