One thing I don’t like to overprepare for is my opening statement. I just figure out the points I want to make, without writing a speech or doing much rehearsing. I also like to relax and get away from the case the day before the trial starts, and since tomorrow’s the big day, I’m taking today off.
I stop down at the Tara Foundation to see how things are going. It gives me a peaceful feeling to hang out with the dogs, all of whom would have been killed in the animal shelter had we not intervened. They’re now well fed, warm, and safe as they hang out in what is a halfway station on their way to really good homes.
Karen’s influence on the place has been remarkable. She’s added a grooming station, decorated the visiting area in which potential adopters hang out with the dogs, and brought an overall warmth and enthusiasm that had been in short supply. Willie and Sondra are crazy about her, and she about them. Fortunately, no further attempts have been made to harm her, but Willie is ever vigilant.
“What are you doing here?” Karen asks. “Don’t you have to get ready for tomorrow?”
“Andy’ll be ready,” Willie says. “He’ll have the prosecution idiots for lunch.”
Willie has an overly generous assessment of my legal abilities, but I make it a point never to correct him.
“Tomorrow’s just jury selection,” I tell Karen. “There won’t be much excitement.”
“Andy, every single moment of that trial is going to be exciting. And you are going to be great.”
I spend about an hour there soaking up the compliments and then head down to Charlie’s so Vince and Pete can insult me back to reality. And reality is where I need to be, because starting tomorrow, Richard Evans will be counting on me to save his life.
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“THIS IS A very simple case,” is how Daniel Hawpe begins his opening statement to the jury we have chosen together. I don’t think that either side achieved any real advantage in the jury selection process; we’re both going to have to win it on the merits.
“We are going to simply present to you a series of facts, many of them uncontested even by the defense. You will then look at those facts and decide whether or not Richard Evans killed Stacy Harriman, and I believe your conclusion will be that he did so.
“The evidence you hear will be mostly circumstantial, and I’d like to discuss what that means. There is no eyewitness to this crime, no one who saw Mr. Evans kill Ms. Harriman and throw her body overboard. This is true in many, many murder cases. Most murderers don’t want to commit their crimes while others are around to observe them. So they do it when they are alone with their victims, when there is no chance for anyone to intervene and stop them.”
Hawpe has a smooth, conversational style of speaking, of connecting with his audience. It will serve him well in politics, and I have no doubt he’s thinking that achieving a guilty verdict in this trial will serve him equally well.
“But circumstantial evidence can be far more powerful than eyewitness testimony. The most common way to illustrate this is the snowfall example. If you go to sleep at night and the ground is not snow covered, and you wake up in the morning and it is, you know circumstantially that it snowed that night. You weren’t an eyewitness to the event, but you know it well beyond a reasonable doubt.
“The same thing can be true of crimes. Eyewitnesses, in the excitement of the moment, can make mistakes. Facts do not make mistakes.
“So we will present you with facts that prove conclusively that Richard Evans went out on his boat one night with his fiancée, Stacy Harriman. Those facts will prove that he crushed her skull and threw her body overboard, then attempted to kill himself by taking a bottle of sleeping pills. Her blood was on the floor and the railing of the boat, and her body washed up on shore three weeks later. She was telling us her story even in death, and we must in turn bring her justice.
“The defense will paint a different picture, but instead of facts, they will use fantasy and wild theories. They will base their defense on a magical dog, and unseen villains who came out of the water like pirates, armed with clubs and sleeping pills.
“None of it will make sense, and it could not be expected to, because it will be up against the facts. So if there is one thing I ask of you, it is to listen only to those facts. And if you do, your conclusion will be obvious.”
As is customary, Judge Gordon gives me the option of presenting my opening statement now or at the beginning of our defense case. I would only defer it in the face of an inept statement by the prosecution, which isn’t the situation here. Hawpe was effective in connecting with the jury, and he made points that cannot go unchallenged.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you are not the first jury of twelve citizens to consider the case against Richard Evans. Another group of people, just like yourselves, sat in this very courtroom and did the same. And they voted to convict Mr. Evans of the murder of Stacy Harriman.
“Yet we’re back here, going through this process again, and there is a very simple reason why. Because in that trial the prosecution presented a series of facts to that jury, a number of which have turned out not to be true. I’m not saying they did so deliberately; in fact, I’m quite sure they did not. But they were wrong, and their facts were wrong, and they will admit to that. So when Mr. Hawpe stands and tells you that he is going to present you with facts, please remember that they are his new version of the facts. And once again, they are wrong.
“Richard Evans is not a murderer-not even close. The prosecution will not be able to tell you about a single violent act he has ever committed in his entire life, and believe me, they have searched for them. He had no reason to hurt Stacy Harriman; they were going to be married. If he had wanted to end the relationship-and he did not-he could have just broken off the engagement. He had no motive for murder, and you will not hear any from the prosecution during this trial.
“Nor did he have a reason to attempt suicide. He worked for the United States government for fourteen years, protecting our shores, and he was promoted four times. He had a great many friends, a loving family, and a bright future in front of him. To anyone who knew Richard Evans, suicide was inconceivable.
“Yet he sits before you today, an innocent man in the middle of an extended, horrifying nightmare. It is a nightmare that you can end by recognizing an obvious truth: Richard Evans has done nothing wrong. He himself has been the victim of a terrible crime, and basic justice deserves that he be set free to live his life.
“Thank you.”
I turn back and sit down, noticing that Karen is giving me the thumbs-up from the front row. Richard whispers to me, “Good job,” but I’m not comfortable with what I said, because I’m not comfortable with our case. All we have is reasonable doubt, and “reasonable” is certainly in the eyes of the beholder. And these jurors seemed to want to behold Hawpe a lot more than they did me.
Hawpe’s first witness is Coast Guard Captain Ron Ferrara. He was in charge of the cutter that boarded Richard’s boat that night, and Hawpe will use him to set the scene, and other witnesses will provide background to it. But it is the scene itself that is probably the most incriminating factor against Richard.
“We received the warning at approximately twenty-two fourteen,” says Ferrara, using military time and demonstrating that he does not have a great understanding of the word “approximately.”
“And then you passed it on to the private and commercial boats in the area?” Hawpe asks.
Captain Ferrara shakes his head. “No, those warnings are sent out over the alert frequency from land-based positions. Our responsibility is to make sure that the boats leave the area and assist those in difficulty.”