The recent rain had washed the streets and the bricked sidewalks. The overcast sky made him aware of something he'd not noticed in the sunlight the day before: The nineteenth-century gas lamps were all ablaze, apparently day in, day out.
Pushing into the courtroom, Jack hesitated by the exit. Superficially, the scene looked exactly as he'd left it the afternoon before, except that Craig was on the stand instead of Leona. There was the same cast of characters mirroring the same attitudes. The jurors were impassive, as if they were cutout figures, save for the plumber's assistant, who made examining his nails a continuous endeavor. The judge was preoccupied with the papers on his desk, similar to the day before, and the spectators were contrarily attentive.
As Jack's eyes scanned the spectators, he saw Alexis in her usual spot with a seat next to her apparently saved for him. On the opposite side of the spectator gallery in the spot normally occupied by Franco sat Antonio. He was a smaller version of Franco but significantly more handsome. He was now wearing the Fasano team appareclass="underline" gray suit, black shirt, and black tie. Although Jack had been reasonably confident Franco would be out of the picture for a few days, he wondered if he'd have trouble with Antonio. He also wondered if either Franco or Antonio or both had anything to do with the assault on Craig's children.
Appropriately excusing himself, Craig moved into the aisle where Alexis was sitting at the very end, the closest seat to the jury box. She saw him coming and flashed a quick, nervous smile. Jack didn't take it as auspicious. She gathered up her belongings so he could sit. They gripped hands briefly before he sat.
"How's it going?" Jack whispered, leaning toward her.
"Better now that Randolph is doing the cross."
"What happened with Tony Fasano on the direct?"
Alexis cast a fleeting glance at Jack, betraying her anxiousness. Her facial muscles were tense, and her eyes were more wide open than usual. She had her hands tightly clasped in her lap.
"Not good?" Jack questioned.
"It was terrible," Alexis admitted. "The only positive thing that could be said was that Craig's testimony was consistent with his deposition. In no way did he contradict himself."
"Don't tell me he got angry: not after all that rehearsal."
"He got furious after only an hour or so, and it was downhill from there. Tony knew his buttons, and he pressed every one. The worst part was when Craig told Tony he had no right to criticize nor question doctors who were sacrificing their lives to take care of their patients. Craig then went on to call Tony a despicable ambulance-chaser."
"Not good," Jack said. "Even if it is true."
"It got worse," Alexis said forcibly, raising her voice.
"Excuse me," a voice said from behind. Someone had tapped Jack on the shoulder.
"We can't hear the testimony," the spectator complained.
"Sorry," Jack said. He turned back to Alexis. "Want to step out into the hall for a moment?"
Alexis nodded. She obviously needed a break.
They stood up. Alexis left her things. They worked their way to the main aisle. Jack opened the heavy courtroom door as quietly as possible. In the elevator lobby, they sat on a leather-covered bench, hunched over, elbows on knees.
"For the life of me," Alexis muttered. "I don't see what all those voyeurs get out of watching this damn trial."
"Have you ever heard the term schadenfreude?" Jack asked, marveling he'd just been musing about it a half-hour previously in relation to his initial reaction to Craig's imbroglio.
"Remind me," Alexis suggested.
"It's German. It refers to when people exult over someone else's problems and difficulties."
"I'd forgotten the German term," Alexis said. "But the concept I'm well aware of. As prevalent as it is, we should have a word for it in English. Hell, it's what sells tabloids. Anyway, I actually know why people are in there watching Craig's ordeal. They see doctors as powerful, successful people. So don't listen to me when I carp."
"Do you feel all right?"
"Other than a headache, I'm okay."
"What about the children?"
"Apparently, they're doing fine. They think they're on vacation, skipping school and staying at Grandma's. There have been no calls on my cell. Each of them knows the number by heart, and I would have heard if there was a problem of any sort."
"I've had an eventful morning."
"Really? What's going on with the autopsy? We're in the market for a miracle."
Jack told the story of his morning's ordeal on the Massachusetts Turnpike, which Alexis listened to with a progressive drooping of her lower jaw. She was equally astounded and alarmed.
"I should be asking you if you are all right," she said when Jack described Franco's final, spectacular upside-down crash.
"I'm fine. The rent-a-car is worse for wear. I know Franco's hurting. He's probably in a hospital somewhere. I wouldn't be surprised if he's also under arrest. I reported the incident to the same Boston detective that came to the house last night. I would assume the authorities would take a dim view of discharging firearms on the Massachusetts Turnpike."
"My God," Alexis said sympathetically. "I'm sorry all this has happened to you. I can't help but feel responsible."
"No need! I'm afraid I have a penchant for trouble. It's all my own doing. But I'll tell you, everything that's happened has done nothing but fan my determination to do this damn autopsy."
"What is the status?"
Jack described his machinations with Harold Langley, Walter Strasser, and Percy Gallaudet.
"My gosh," Alexis said. "After all this effort, I hope it shows something significant."
"You and me both."
"Are you okay with possibly putting off flying to New York to tomorrow morning?"
"What has to be has to be," Jack said with a shrug. He wasn't about to get into that personally thorny issue.
"What about with your wife-to-be, Laurie?"
"I haven't told her yet," Jack admitted.
"Good lord!" Alexis commented. "This is not a good way for me to start out a relationship with a new sister-in-law."
"Let's get back to what's going on in the trial," Jack said to change the subject. "You were about to tell me how Craig's testimony got worse."
"After he castigated Tony for being a despicable ambulance-chaser, he took it upon himself to lecture the jury that they were not his peers. He said they were incapable of judging his actions, since they'd never had to try to save someone like he tried to save Patience Stanhope."
Jack slapped a hand to his forehead in stupefaction. "What was Randolph doing during this?"
"Everything he could. He was jumping up and down objecting, but to no avail. He tried to get the judge to recess, but the judge asked Craig if he needed a rest, and Craig said no, so on it went."
Jack shook his head. "Craig is his own worst enemy, although…"
"Although what?" Alexis questioned.
"Craig has a point. In some respects, he's speaking for all us doctors. I bet most every physician who's gone through the hell of a medical malpractice trial feels the same way. It's just that they would have the sense not to say it."
"Well, he sure as hell shouldn't have said it. If I were a juror fulfilling my civic responsibility and got that kind of rebuke, I'd be incensed and much more apt to buy into Tony's interpretation of events."
"Was that the worst part?"
"There were many parts that qualified for being the worst. Tony got Craig to admit he'd had some concern that the fateful house call was for a legitimate emergency, as Leona had testified, and also that a heart attack was on his list of possible diagnoses. He also got Craig to admit that driving from the Stanhope residence to Symphony Hall would take a shorter time than from the Newton Memorial Hospital, and that he was eager to get to the concert before it began to show off his trophy girlfriend. And perhaps particularly incriminating, he got Craig to admit he'd said all those unflattering things about Patience Stanhope to the tart, Leona, including that Patience's passing was a blessing for everyone."