CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
JUNE 27, 9 AM
MARICOPA COUNTY COURT HOUSE, 125 W. WASHINGTON, PHOENIX
Bob Davis goes on trial. The date has finally arrived. The courthouse is packed with the local gentry. Almost everyone knew the tailor or knew about him. He had an excellent reputation in Phoenix for creating great-looking summer suits, sports coats, and slacks. The ladies liked his alteration expertise and attention to detail. I think they also liked his foreign flattery and manner.
The prosecutor hammers away at the fact that Bob Davis failed the lie detector test and that several eyewitnesses have definitely identified him, and that the kid can’t establish a good alibi regarding his whereabouts at the time of the murder. He’s very convincing.
Davis’s court-appointed attorney really does not ha
