“Well, you knew both Tom and Katy Loomis pretty well by that time, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know if I’d say well.”
I tapped my fingers on the lectern. “Well, you’d been in their home once a week for two years with Katy Loomis. Four years with Tom Loomis. You testified that you and Katy regularly chatted over coffee before you began your work for the day. In fact, if I’m reading your statement to the police, you told them that was sometimes a problem. That Mrs. Loomis would tie you up talking, which sometimes made you late getting out of there and later to your next client. Right?”
“I think I said that. Yes.”
“You think you said it. Was it also true?”
“Yes,” she said. “But I don’t want it to sound like I was angry with her or anything. I just meant she is a talker. It’s not a bad thing.”
“So it’s true that you know what Tom and Katy’s voices sound like, right?”
“Sure.”
“So, who was moaning when you walked into the house?”
“Katy, I think. Tom had a pretty deep voice. A baritone. I remember telling him once that he should do the voiceovers for movie trailers.”
“Got it,” I said. “And if I told you the medical examiner established the time of death as having occurred at least onehour prior to your arrival at 5:52 a.m., that wouldn’t surprise you, would it?”
“What? Yeah. I don’t know. I only know what I saw.”
“Right,” I said. “What you saw. That’s important. So I really want to make sure I have it straight. You heard Katy moaning as soon as you walked into the house.”
“Yes.”
“And as you testified and told the police, you saw her standing beside the bed on Tom’s side?”
“Yes.”
“You saw blood on the bed. On the sheets, dripping down Tom’s side of the bed. Right?”
“Yes.”
“You saw blood on Katy’s face and on her clothes, right?”
“Yes.”
“Am I missing anything?”
“Well, just that she was holding a knife. And there was blood on the knife. I could see it on the blade.”
“How long did you stand there observing all of this?”
Jenna looked at Addison. He kept his head down, writing notes.
“I don’t know. Maybe three seconds.”
“Three seconds,” I said. “As in, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-Mississippi? Does that seem accurate?”
“Yes. No more than that.”
“Did you scream before, after, or during those three seconds?”
“What?”
“If you recall.”
