"What about her relationship with Ms. Keating back then? How would you characterize it?"
"Objection," Waverly said. "I don't see how events of nearly a decade ago have any bearing on today's proceedings."
"I'm merely attempting to provide the jury with some historical background, Your Honor."
"Or color their judgment," Waverly said.
"I'm going to allow it," O'Donnell told them. "I'm sure the jury is capable of evaluating the testimony and deciding for themselves what is and isn't pertinent to the matter at hand."
Abernathy thanked the judge and went on. "You can answer the question, Ms. Overman."
Nadine hesitated. "Could you repeat it?"
"Yes, of course. How would you characterize Ms. Baldacci's relationship with Ms. Keating when you were all living together in the house on Miller Street?"
Nadine took a moment, Hutch knowing that she was about to paint Ronnie as a jealous bitch.
But then she surprised him.
"Fairly typical," she said. "They were friends."
Abernathy seemed surprised as well. "Can you elaborate?"
"Their relationship was the same as everyone else's in the house. They had their close moments, they had their spats, but so did Jenny and I. We were college students-on our own for the first time in our lives-thrown together in a living situation that wasn't always ideal, but was often wonderful."
Hutch could see by Abernathy's expression that Nadine had just strayed from the script.
"Did Ms. Baldacci ever show any animosity toward Ms. Keating?"
"Of course," Nadine said. "She was always a little envious of Jenny's relationship with Hutch." She paused. "That's Ethan Hutchinson, one of our roommates. But then I was envious, too. I think we all were, in a way. They had something special that the rest of us were still searching for."
Hutch didn't look around, but he was certain that several of the people in the gallery were staring at him now. Some of the jurors as well.
Looking a bit concerned by her response, Abernathy pressed on. "Was there ever a moment during that time that you yourself felt threatened by the defendant?"
Hutch assumed he was talking about the late night incident with the air gun, one that would surely paint Ronnie a little crazy, but Nadine simply said, "No."
And that was the moment Hutch knew that something had changed. That Nadine had finally come to her senses. Somehow the message had gotten through to her that her old roommate couldn't possibly have done what she was accused of. That, despite any problems they may have had between them in the past, there was no way Ronnie could be a killer. It was the very same evolution that he and Tom and Monica had gone through.
Hutch didn't know when she had come to this realization. It could very well have been when she and Ronnie made eye contact here in the courtroom, but he suspected that Tom may have called her and told her about Frederick Langer. And that alone may have been enough to get her to reevaluate her feelings.
Abernathy looked like a man who had just been hijacked by pirates. "Ms. Overman, did you not tell me in a recent conversation about an incident with a-?"
"Objection, Your Honor. Leading the witness."
"Sustained."
Abernathy checked his notes, then said, "Ms. Overman, do you recall a time back then when the defendant possessed a weapon?"
"A weapon?"
"A gun," Abernathy said. "Or, more specifically, an air gun."
Waverly was on her feet now. "Objection. Your Honor, I don't really see the point to this testimony."
The judge eyed the ADA. "Mr. Abernathy?"
"I'm simply trying to establish a pattern of behavior that the defendant engaged-"
"And how does a single incident form a pattern?" Waverly asked.
Abernathy glared at her. "It has to start somewhere, doesn't it?"
"All right," O'Donnell said. "Everyone calm down. The objection is overruled. I'm going to allow Mr. Abernathy to proceed. But only with caution."
"Thank you, Your Honor." Abernathy turned to Nadine. "While you were living in that house together, sharing a room, did Ms. Baldacci ever possess an air gun?"
"Only for a day or two," Nadine said. "It belonged to her boyfriend and he forgot it one night."
"And did she ever threaten you with that gun?"
"No," Nadine said. "She didn't."
Abernathy stared at her, his frustration clear. "You're under oath, Ms. Overman."
"Which is why I'm telling the truth," she said.
Her ability to lie so easily was surprising to Hutch. Or had she been lying to him the other night? She certainly wasn't under oath at the time. Had he been right when he'd accused her of exaggerating the incident out of grief?
Abernathy didn't look happy. "So you're saying that the statement you made to me not two months ago was a lie?"
"Objection. Facts not in evidence."
"Sustained."
Abernathy made a show of his irritation, then glanced again at his notes, taking the time to regroup. "Ms. Overman, approximately six weeks ago you called my office and asked to speak to me about the case at bar, did you not?"
"I did," Nadine said.
"And as a result of that call, we agreed to meet at the Ballinger Restaurant in Wicker Park, did we not?"
"We did."
"And did we indeed meet?"
"Yes," Nadine said.
"And what was the topic of conversation during that meeting?"
"It mostly centered around a phone call I received from Ronnie Baldacci about a month before Jenny was murdered."
Abernathy looked relieved. "And can you tell us about that call?"
"I was at home, going over some paperwork for the Evanston development when Ronnie called my cell phone. We hadn't spoken in quite a while, so I was surprised to hear from her."
"And what did she say to you during this call?"
"Well, a lot of it was incoherent. She was obviously drunk."
Abernathy gave her a tight smile. "Tell us about the coherent parts."
"The gist of it had to something to do with a play she'd attended a couple nights before. During intermission she had run into Jenny and I got the impression that the two of them had gotten into a fight over Ronnie's custody case-although this was all coming out in bits and pieces. I had to decipher it as I went along."
"Did Ms. Baldacci threaten you or Ms. Keating during this call?"
Nadine thought about this. "She definitely called me a few names, but I'm not sure any of it could be considered a threat."
"What sort of names?"
"To be honest, I don't recall. The usual assortment, I guess. Like I said, she was drunk."
Abernathy's jaw clenched. "Your Honor, may I have the court's permission to treat this witness as hostile?"
O'Donnell blinked at him. "She seems to be answering your questions openly and honestly, counsel. Request denied."
"But her answers aren't consistent with what she-"
"Objection," Waverly shouted. "How many times do we have to go over these phantom statements my colleague keeps crowing about?"
O'Donnell raised a hand at her. "Calm down, Ms. Waverly, I'm well aware of the problem here." He turned to Nadine. "Ms. Overman, I'm sure you know of the consequences of perjury."
"Yes, Your Honor."
"So is it your contention that the statements you made two months ago to Mr. Abernathy were untrue?"
"Yes," Nadine said.
"Would you mind explaining why you made false statements to an officer of the court in the middle of a murder investigation?"
Nadine looked at Ronnie now, and in that moment seemed to be speaking to her, rather than the court. "My only excuse is that I was extremely upset about losing one of my best friends, and in my grief, I said things to Mr. Abernathy that were either overstated or untruthful. And if that means facing some kind of charge, then so be it. I'm not about to lie under oath."