The deposition was scheduled for Monday at nine.
Not at the Whitmore house and not at the federal building on Lexington Avenue, but at a law office in midtown that Marsh’s office used for witness depositions, a neutral space with a conference room that looked almost identical to every other conference room I had sat in over the past month except for the court reporter in the corner and the quality of recorded silence that her presence produced.
I had prepared with Lucas on Sunday evening.
Not prepared in the sense of constructing a version of events, because the events did not require construction, they had happened and were documented and the documentation spoke for itself. Prepared in the sense of understanding the process, what questions would come and in what order and what the purp
