"He looks like anybody," I said. "No one would ever know he did the things he did."
"Sit tight, sweetheart," Carol said, slowly rubbing my arm. "They"re gonna know today. Everybody"s gonna know. Saint Ferguson is about to fall on his a.s.s."
"Good morning, Mr. Ferguson," Michael said, b.u.t.toning his jacket and standing on the far side of the witness stand. "I"d like to thank you for coming. I realize it"s a long trip for you."
"I"m sorry I had to do it," Ferguson said. "I"m sorry it had to be for something like this."
"I understand," Michael said, his voice coated with sympathy. "You and the victim, Sean Nokes, were good friends. Is that right?"
"We were great great friends, yeah," Ferguson said. "The best. You"d have to look hard to find a better friend." friends, yeah," Ferguson said. "The best. You"d have to look hard to find a better friend."
"How long did you two know each other?"
"About fourteen years," Ferguson said.
"How often did you see each other?"
"We got together as much as we could," Ferguson said. "I"d say about ten, maybe twelve times a year. On weekends, holidays, vacations. Things like that."
"Would you say you were his best friend?"
"His closest, that"s for sure," Ferguson said. "We could talk to each other, you know. Talk about things that only good friends talk about."
"What sort of things?" Michael asked, walking past the defense table, his head down.
"Normal stuff," Ferguson said, shrugging. "Women sometimes, sports during football season, our jobs all the time. Nothin" you would call deep. Just talk. Plain talk between friends."
"What kind of man was Sean Nokes?" Michael asked.
"He was a good man," Ferguson said. "Too good to be shot dead by a couple of street punks."
"Objection, your honor," O"Connor said, standing. "Statement is one of opinion, not fact."
"He was asked asked his opinion," Michael said. his opinion," Michael said.
"Overruled," Judge Weisman said. "Please continue."
"When you say Sean Nokes was a good man, how do you mean that?" Michael asked, moving closer to the witness stand. "Did he give money to charities, adopt stray pets, shelter the homeless? Tell us, please, Mr. Ferguson, how Sean Nokes was a good man."
"Nothing like that," Ferguson said, a smile creasing his nervous exterior. "Sean just cared about you. If you were his friend, there"s nothing he wouldn"t do for you. I really mean that. There was nothing."
"Did he have any enemies you were aware of?"
"You mean, other than the two who killed him?" Ferguson asked.
"Yes," Michael said with a smile. "Any enemies other than the two who killed him?"
"No," Ralph Ferguson said. "Sean Nokes had no enemies."
"Thank you, Mr. Ferguson," Michael said, turning his back to the stand. "I have no further questions, your honor."
"Mr. O"Connor," Judge Weisman said. "He"s your witness."
"Can you tell us how you and Sean Nokes first met, Mr. Ferguson?" O"Connor asked, sitting in his chair, elbows on the defense table.
"We worked on a job together upstate," Ferguson said.
"As what?"
"We were guards at the Wilkinson Home for Boys," Ferguson said.
"What is that?" O"Connor asked. "A prison?"
"No," Ferguson said. "It"s a juvenile facility for young boys."
"Young boys who have broken the law," O"Connor said. "Is that correct?"
"Yes, that"s correct," Ferguson said.
"And your function was what?"
"Standard stuff," Ferguson said. "Keep the boys in line, see they got to their cla.s.ses on time, keep an eye out for trouble, put them down for the night. Nothing exciting."
"As guards, were you and Mr. Nokes allowed to use force to, as you say, keep the boys in line?" O"Connor asked, pushing his chair back and standing by the side of his desk.
"What do you mean, force?" Ferguson asked, looking over at Michael.
"I mean, were you allowed to hit them?"
"No, of course not," Ferguson said.
"Were any of the boys. .h.i.t by any of the guards?" O"Connor asked, walking around his desk, arms folded at his chest. "At any time?"
"I"m sure something like that may have happened," Ferguson said, sweat starting to form around his neck. "It was a big place. But it wasn"t a common practice."
"Let"s narrow the place down, then," O"Connor said. "Did you or Mr. Nokes ever hit any of the boys under your care at the Wilkinson Home?"
Both Judge Weisman and Ferguson stared at Michael, waiting for the obvious objection to the question.
Michael sat at his desk and kept his eyes on Ferguson, not moving.
John and Tommy turned and gave Michael a quick glance, one filled with curiosity and confusion.
"Would you like me to repeat the question, Mr. Ferguson?" O"Connor asked, walking toward the witness stand.
"No," Ferguson said.
"Then answer it," O"Connor said. "And remember, you"re under oath."
"Yes," Ferguson said. "A few of the boys we considered to be discipline problems were hit. On occasion."
"And these discipline problems, how were they hit?" O"Connor asked.
"What do you mean, how?" Ferguson asked.
"Fist, open hand, a kick," O"Connor said. "A baton, maybe. What was the best way, Mr. Ferguson, to calm a discipline problem?"
"It depended on what the situation called for," Ferguson said.
"And who determined that?"
"The guard on the scene," Ferguson said.
"So you and Sean Nokes would decide in what way a discipline problem would be dealt with," O"Connor said. "Is that correct?"
"Yes," Ferguson said. "That"s correct."
"That"s a lot of power to have over a boy," O"Connor said. "Isn"t it?"
"It came with the job," Ferguson said.
"Did torture come with the job?" O"Connor asked.
"No, it did not," Ferguson said.
"But boys were tortured, weren"t they?" O"Connor said, his face turning a shade of red. "Weren"t "Weren"t they, Mr. Ferguson?" they, Mr. Ferguson?"
The spectators all leaned forward, waiting for Ferguson"s answer. Judge Weisman poured himself a gla.s.s of water and rolled his chair back, his angry eyes focused on Michael.
"On occasion," Ferguson said, looking as if he were about to faint.
"Who tortured them?" O"Connor asked.
"The guards," Ferguson said.
"Which guards?" O"Connor asked. guards?" O"Connor asked.
"I can"t remember all of them," Ferguson said.
"Remember one," O"Connor said.
Ferguson wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He looked over at Michael, who sat in his chair, hands folded before him. He looked at John and Tommy, who stared back impa.s.sively. He put his head back and took a deep breath.
"Sean Nokes," Ferguson said.
O"Connor waited for the courtroom murmurs to quiet. He watched as Judge Weisman lifted his gavel and then placed it back down, as troubled as everyone else by the testimony he was hearing.
I looked over at Carol and saw tears streaming down her face. I put my arm around her and moved her closer.
"Let me ask you, Mr. Ferguson," O"Connor said, standing next to him, one hand in his pocket. "Was there any s.e.xual abuse at the Wilkinson Home for Boys?"
"Counselor," Judge Weisman said to O"Connor. "This line of questioning better lead someplace having to do with this case."
"It will, your honor," O"Connor said, keeping his eyes on Ferguson.
"For your sake," Judge Weisman said.
"Answer the question, Mr. Ferguson," O"Connor said. "Was there any s.e.xual abuse at the Wilkinson Home for Boys?"
"Yes," Ferguson said. "I heard that there was."
"I"m not asking if you heard," heard," O"Connor said. "I"m asking if you O"Connor said. "I"m asking if you saw." saw."
"Yes, I saw," Ferguson said in a low voice.
"Did you and Sean Nokes ever force yourselves on any of the boys?" O"Connor asked, taking two steps back, his voice hitting full range. "Did you and Sean Nokes rape rape any of the boys at the Wilkinson Home? And again, I remind you that you are under oath." any of the boys at the Wilkinson Home? And again, I remind you that you are under oath."
The courtroom held the silence of the moment, no moving, no coughing, no crumpling of paper. All eyes were on the witness stand. The twelve heads of the jury were turned at an angle. John and Tommy sat at attention. Carol gripped my hand as Michael looked above the bench at the painting of blind justice gripping her sword.
"Counselors," Judge Weisman said, breaking the silence. "Approach the bench. Now." Now."
Michael and O"Connor moved to the sidebar, on the end farthest from the witness stand.
"What the h.e.l.l h.e.l.l is going on here?" Judge Weisman asked Michael, temper flashing above his calm demeanor. is going on here?" Judge Weisman asked Michael, temper flashing above his calm demeanor.
"Well, your honor," Michael said, glancing over at Ferguson. "It looks like I called the wrong character witness."
"And what are you going to do about it?" Judge Weisman asked.
"Nothing, your honor," Michael said. "There"s nothing I can do."
"Or maybe, counselor," Judge Weisman said, "you"ve already done enough."
The lawyers returned to their positions.
"Please answer the question, Mr. Ferguson," Judge Weisman ordered.
"Yes," Ferguson said in a choked voice, tears lining his face.
"Yes what?" what?" O"Connor asked. O"Connor asked.
"Yes, boys were raped," Ferguson said.
"By you and Sean Nokes?" O"Connor said.
"Not just by us," Ferguson said.
"By you you and and Sean Nokes?" Sean Nokes?" O"Connor said, repeating the question, raising his voice even louder. O"Connor said, repeating the question, raising his voice even louder.