I glanced at the judge. “This goes directly to bias, motive, and credibility.”
“Overruled. Proceed, Mr. Hamilton.”
I diverted my attention back to the witness. “Please tell the jury what your account balance was on April 10th, the day you spoke to the detectives and gave them your sworn statement.”
“I—I don’t remember,” her voice trembled.
“That’s okay. We have records for that. Your balance was three thousand ninety-four dollars and seventeen cents. Does that sound correct?”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
“Yes or no, Miss Maddox?”
“Yes, I suppose it was.”
“Now, two days later, on April 12th, there was a deposit made into that same account.”
She shifted in her seat before grabbing her glass of water.
“How much was that deposit for?” I asked her.
“I don’t know.”
I glanced down at the statement. “Three hundred thousand dollars.”
I could feel the courtroom and the jurors shift in their seats.
“Three hundred thousand dollars you deposited into your account on April 12th. Two days after you told the detectives you saw my client shoot Mr. Cavalier,” I shouted.
“Objection! Argumentative!” ADA Jacobs shouted.
“Really?” I turned to him. “It’s a timeline, counsel.”
“Overruled,” the judge spoke.
“Miss Maddox, where did that money come from?”
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her hands trembled as she swiped at a piece of her hair on her face.
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” My voice echoed throughout the room. “So, you’re saying that three hundred thousand dollars appeared in your account like magic?”
“I didn’t put it there, Mr. Hamilton.”
“So, someone else did?”
“Objection!” ADA Jacobs barked.
“I’m asking a question, Your Honor.” I glanced at the judge.
His eyes narrowed at the witness. “Overruled. Answer the question.”
“I don’t know.” She lowered her head.
I took a step closer to the stand and rested my hand on the edge.
“Miss Maddox, have you ever, at any point in your life, deposited three hundred thousand dollars into any bank account you’ve owned?”
“I—”
