CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Mr. Jordan. You said you believe there were two men. Neither of them helped her. Did you, Mr. Jordan?” Farmer attacks Marc on cross. “What did you do? Did you intervene, did you call 9-1-1? You might have saved your mother if you had come sooner, helped her, defended her, instead of being more concerned with a model airplane, a toy.”
Ben flies to his feet. “Objection, Your Honor. This is badgering and deplorable. The witness was just a boy at the time.”
“I agree,” Judge Hiller rules. “The objection is sustained. Knock it off, Mr. Farmer.”
“Apologies, your honor. But, Mr. Jordan. Isn’t it true that you didn’t really remember anything about this mysterious man having a scar until you saw the before and after photos of Miguel Ibarra? And that you were so in
