"Good answer," Carlo murmured. But in Terri's judgment, Larry Pell had done precisely what he intended—to drain Lane's depiction of Rennell of its force, and to bring its credibility into question. She found Bond's silence worrisome.
"All right," Pell said to Lane abruptly, "you assert that Rennell Price has an IQ of seventy-two, while admitting that the accepted professional measure of retardation is seventy—at the high end. Is it also true that Rennell's IQ could actually be seventy-seven?"
"Or sixty-seven. The standard range of error is plus or minus five." Lane glanced at the judge. "As I said, IQ is a social measure rather than merely a numerical one. You have to look at Rennell's adaptive skills and state of functioning."
"What level of adaptive skills does it take to force a child into oral copulation?"
With the same air of equanimity, Lane answered, "Performance skills are irrelevant to sex crimes. A retarded man may be as capable of pedophilia as Eddie Fleet. I don't quite grasp the import of your question."
Pell crossed his arms. "Then let me try this, Doctor. You say that Rennell's IQ is a 'social measure.' Isn't it quite possible that Rennell's allegedly low adaptive skills are a result of the substandard schooling, chaotic family life, abuse, truancy, and all the other social barriers you described for Ms. Paget?"
"They all contribute."
"And all of these factors also affect thousands of environmentally challenged criminals with IQs well over seventy, correct?"
Lane hesitated. "Of course. But—"
"So can't we set these factors aside?" Pell interrupted. "At least as a gauge of retardation—or, for that matter, moral responsibility. Let's return to Rennell's IQ. Would it surprise you to learn that our expert psychologist scored it at seventy-eight?"
"Not at all," Lane answered with unruffled authority. "To me, that says three important things. First, that Rennell was as cooperative as I found him to be. Second, that he was not malingering for the sake of scoring low. And third, that like anyone with any capacity to learn, practice made him better." Lane's tone became sardonic. "Six points better, to be precise. But those defendants who are 'mongoloids,' or who visibly drool, don't end up on death row. That's reserved for the more gifted of our retarded population."
Unfazed, Pell stepped closer. "You also believe that Rennell suffered from fetal alcohol syndrome. Isn't that difficult to diagnose?"
"It can be."
"Is it also difficult to measure its impact on intelligence?"
"With precision, yes—"
"So we keep returning to that damnable number," Pell cut in with a fleeting smile. "But let's change the subject to Rennell's role in the crime for which the jury found him guilty."
Terri stood at once. "Objection," she called out. "Mr. Pell is asking Dr. Lane to assume the truth of facts which are very much in doubt—asserted fifteen years ago by a self-serving witness, Eddie Fleet. Who now refuses to repeat them."
"Facts," Pell corrected for Bond's benefit, "found true by a jury, confirmed three times by the California Supreme Court, and therefore entitled to a presumption of correctness under AEDPA. We can't pretend these facts don't exist, Your Honor. And even if we could, I'm entitled to ask an expert witness to assume certain facts for the purpose of eliciting his professional opinion."
Bond folded his hands. "Mr. Pell is well within his rights," he told Terri. "The witness may assume, for the purposes of answering, that the facts to which Mr. Fleet testified at trial are true."
Terri searched for a retort. "Then I hope Mr. Pell will give Mr. Fleet limited immunity, and allow this court to hear his testimony. That way we won't have to 'assume' his dubious credibility."
"You'll have time to argue that," Bond answered with a wave of the hand. "Go ahead, Mr. Pell."
Pell turned on Lane. "Are you familiar with Mr. Fleet's trial testimony?"
"Of course."
"Assume for the moment all that's true." Pell placed his hands on his hips, projecting an attitude of skepticism. "Would you still contend, Dr. Lane, that this series of deliberate actions by Rennell Price—starting with fetching Fleet and ending with Mr. Price disposing of Thuy Sen's body—betrays a 'failure of adaptive skills'?"
"That's difficult to say," Lane responded after a moment. "Even assuming that any of that happened, a great deal would depend on whether Rennell was acting under Payton's directions—"
"According to Fleet," Pell interrupted, "they were acting as coequals."
"Then it would be the only time." Lane rested both arms on the witness chair. "That's one of many reasons I don't believe it."
"You can't make the rules here," Pell said sharply. "Assuming the truth of these facts—as did the jury—do they undermine the assertion that Rennell Price is retarded?"
Caught in Pell's construct, Lane paused. "Taken out of their context, and taken as gospel, they might. If the larger context weren't Rennell's lifetime incapacities."
"Let's look at that," Pell persisted. "At the trial, Rennell listened to Tasha Bramwell lie to exculpate him and Payton. You suggest that it's another sign of retardation. Couldn't it also be the behavior of a man who knew perfectly well that he was guilty, and that Bramwell was his last chance of getting off?"
"If Rennell weren't retarded."
Pell shook his head in a theatrical show of wonder. "Assuming the truth of Mr. Fleet's account, was it 'retarded' for Rennell to insist to Inspector Monk that he didn't force Thuy Sen to give him oral sex? Or was it the rational response of a guilty man who knew that confession meant conviction and, perhaps, death?"
Terri saw Kim Sen, seated in the first row, staring fixedly at Tony Lane.
"Even assuming the 'truth' of Mr. Fleet's statements," Lane answered, "that's impossible to know."
"Really? I thought you suggested that Rennell's mother was too retarded to fabricate a lie about his parentage."
Lane hesitated. "I believe that, yes."
"And that a frequent hallmark of retardation is false confessions."
"That's also true."
"And yet you also implied that Rennell's insistence on his innocence was evidence of his innocence. Couldn't it—just as plausibly—be evidence of a man smart enough to lie?"
Bond scrutinized Lane's demeanor with a jeweler's eye. "This entire exercise," Lane protested, "has become untethered from reality. In my considered opinion, Rennell Price not only is too retarded to lie well but didn't truly comprehend the circumstances of his interrogation. Your questions wholly ignore the Rennell Price who exists in real life."
"And who, in your view, suffers from a 'failure of adaptive skills.' Yet you cited his record in prison as evidence of nonviolence."
"True."
Pell smiled. "But many death row inmates exhibit exemplary behavior. Isn't all this more evidence of Rennell's superior adaptive skills?"
"No. Although it does refute your argument that he's antisocial." Beneath the firmness of Lane's voice lay anger at Pell's studied incomprehension. "Outside of the exercise yard, death row was the first secure environment Rennell Price had ever known. You'd go mad there, Mr. Pell. So would I. But for Rennell, solitary confinement in a six-by-six cell became an opportunity to sleep without fear. That he was pathetically grateful for this refuge is a measure of his tragedy, and his impairment . . ."
"Yes," Terri whispered in approval. "It's true."
But her husband was watching Gardner Bond. "That's why you need Rennell to testify," he said.
ELEVEN
THE EXPERT PSYCHOLOGIST FOR THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA, DR. Davis Kuhl, was a slender, dark-haired man in his early forties, with watchful, dark eyes, a prominent nose, and a dispassionate manner which lent weight to his opinions. "My conclusion," he told Larry Pell from the witness stand, "is that the evidence does not support a finding that Rennell Price is mentally retarded."