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“Yes.”
“That means you’ve been around the family for a considerable amount of time.”
“Objection.” Pearce stands. “Counsel isn’t asking a question.”
“I will.”
“Then do so, Mr. Van Doren,” the judge, a middle-aged black man, says.
I focus back on Karen. “Did Ms. Bell ever show signs of abuse at that time?”
Karen twists her lips again. “No.”
“Not even when she asked you to take her to the clinic because she was bleeding before her period came along?”
“Objection! Hearsay.”
I carry on, pushing into Karen’s space until she’s trembling slightly. “Not when she begged you and cried on her knees in front of your office and asked you to help her because she couldn’t walk on her own? Because she had blood on her skirt and down her legs and suffered from a ripped hymen? What did you do then, Mrs. Bell? When a ten-year-old was bleeding because she was raped by her father, what did you do?”
“Objection, Your Honor. Counsel is reciting unfounded information without evidence.”
“Sustained.” The judge glares at me. “Unless you have evidence to back your claim, I’m going to strike everything you said from the record.”
“I have evidence.” I step back, then take the file Lauren has ready for me and try to ignore the tears in Sandra’s eyes as she locks them with Karen’s. “I would like to submit into evidence, the testimony of Dr. Norman Schmidt, Mrs. Karen Bell’s ex-partner, who’s now residing in Switzerland.”
The judge summons both me and Pearce to the bench and I give him the file while speaking in a low tone, so the jury can’t listen. “This is the medical record Dr. Schmidt created when Mrs. Bell, then Miss Rens, called him to Mr. Bell’s house to look at an unconscious child with bleeding from her vagina. She told him not to report it and that taking the girl to the hospital was not an option. When Dr. Schmidt insisted on taking her with him to the ER, Mrs. Bell kicked him out. I’ve also included a copy of the testimony he gave at the police station, which the police chief reportedly “lost” the same day. A day later, Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents barged into Dr. Schmidt’s office and informed him that he was being deported for accumulated charges of malpractice—which he had no idea existed until ICE gave him a one-way ticket back to Switzerland.”
Pearce makes a face as the judge reads the files. “Mr. Norman Schmidt is a doctor who was deported and had malpractice claims filed against him for raping two women, Your Honor.”
“Dr. Schmidt was never convicted.”
“He can’t be cross-examined since he’s in Switzerland, Your Honor,” Pearce says.
“Thecertifiedmedical records he sent can still be used in court.” I smile and Pearce’s face instantly darkens.
The judge stares between the two of us, then tells everyone present, “We’ll take a recess to review the newly submitted evidence.”
As the attendees slowly rise to leave, Matt shares a patronizing look with his wife and she immediately lowers her head, her fingers still shaking.
Hmm. Interesting.
Instead of tucking his tail between his legs and crying to his beloved mafia for help, he walks to Sandra, whose eyes widen as her shoulders hunch. “You’re making a grave mistake, you ungrateful little—”
“One more word and I’m reporting this,” I cut him off as I stand by her side, then glare at Pearce. “Control your client better, would you? Or does that also need to be done for you like every single case you’ve taken?”
His lips curl in a snarl. “This isn’t over, Van Doren.”
“It sure as hell isn’t. Because your client just breached the restraining order.” And with that, Lauren and I escort Sandra out of the courtroom.
“Thank you,” she whispers shyly.
“Don’t thank me yet. We’re not done.” I make eye contact with the prosecutor in charge, Gerard. He’s been present during the trial since it’s strongly tied to the criminal case.
His brows are knit together and he doesn’t seem amused by the new evidence I brought forward. I could’ve given it to him or discussed it with him beforehand, but he’s on Pearce’s side, not mine.
Which is why I metaphorically twisted his arm so he’d look further into it and, for once, go aggressively against Matt.
He narrows his eyes at me and I wink.
