Confessions: The Private School Murders by James Patterson

Author:James Patterson [Patterson, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Social Issues, Love & Romance, Self-Esteem & Self-Reliance, Family, Juvenile Fiction / Love & Romance, Juvenile Fiction, Juvenile Fiction / Family - Siblings, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues - Self-Esteem & Self-Reliance, Juvenile Fiction / Mysteries & Detective Stories, Siblings
ISBN: 0316242632
Google: 9Djw7M6Tts8C
Amazon: B00BAXFAT2
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Publisher: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Published: 2013-10-05T18:30:00+00:00

47

Samantha’s testimony had hurt Matthew, but I was far more worried about what was coming next.

Samantha stepped down and walked quickly out of the courtroom without meeting my eyes. Once the doors at the back of the room had swung closed, Ms. Raphael said, “Will Harrison Angel please take the stand?”

The bailiff opened the front doors and said Harry’s name, and my twin slouched into the courtroom. His hair was disheveled and his jaw set. He looked angry.

Harry didn’t want to testify against Matthew, but there was nothing any of us could do about it. Even if we’d still had all the money in the world, there was no hiding from the justice system.

The bailiff asked Harry if he swore to tell the truth, and Harry said he did.

“Please state your name.”

“Harrison Angel.”

As Harry sat on the witness stand, Ms. Raphael asked, “Do you mind if I call you Harry?”

“Everyone else does.”

Ms. Raphael sniffed a little at the slight, but she kept going.

“Harry, do you remember an incident in October when your father and your brother Matthew had an altercation in your parents’ bedroom?”

“I can’t say,” Harry replied, glancing over at me. “I mean, Matty and Dad fought all the time.”

“But do you remember a specific fight?” Ms. Raphael asked pointedly. “I must remind you, Harry, you’re under oath.”

Harry lifted his chin. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about. Only that you’re talking down to me.”

Ms. Raphael’s big brown eyes narrowed. “Your Honor, please caution the witness,” she said to the judge.

The judge spun in his chair and said nicely to Harry, “Young man, this is a murder trial. You are required to answer the prosecutor’s questions. It’s a law, and if you break it, there are penalties. Do you understand?”

Harry said, “Yes, sir. But what if I really don’t remember?”

“Try harder,” said the judge.

Ms. Raphael took a short walk back to her table, sipped from her water glass, then returned to Harry. I know that my brother can be passive. Sometimes he even seems weak. But when Harry digs in, he doesn’t budge. Not for any reason.

“Harry. To repeat my question. Do you remember breaking up a fight between your father and Matthew in October of this past year?”

“No.”

“Your Honor,” said Ms. Raphael, exasperated. “Permission to treat the witness as hostile?”

The judge gave a curt nod. “Go ahead, Counselor.”

Phil shot to his feet.

“I object, Your Honor. The prosecutor is badgering a young man who has clearly stated that he doesn’t remember the alleged incident.”

Ms. Raphael said, “I’d be happy to read from the transcript of his deposition.”

“Go ahead, Ms. Raphael,” the judge ordered.

“Thank you, Your Honor.”

Philippe sat down again, hard. Ms. Raphael picked up a sheaf of papers and began to read.

“You said this for the record, Harry. ‘My brother was in a mad rage, and he threatened to kill my father and Tamara. He was taking drugs at the time, so I don’t think he was in his right mind.’ Do you remember saying that, Harry?”

“No,” Harry said.

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