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“Madam President,” says Hardy, “Cole wants to testify to explain the picture.”

“You want to take the stand, Cole?” asks Maddy. “That’s a big risk.”

“It’s a bigger risk if I don’t. The prosecution has painted me as a violent guy. I need to show them I’m not.”

“What do you think, Tess?” asks Maddy.

“The prosecution’s case is wholly circumstantial and entirely lacking in solid proof. They’re just trying to string together a set of unconnected circumstances. A watch. A bracelet. A sheet. A photograph—”

“And I can explain it all!” says Cole.

“You don’t have to,” says Hardy. “Innocent until proven guilty, remember? The burden of proof is on them. And I think we’ve done a pretty good job of poking holes in their evidence. Enough to secure at least one holdout on the jury. That’s all we need.”

“I don’t want a hung jury!” says Cole. “That’s a cloud hanging over me forever. Not to mention the risk that they can come after me again. Maddy, we need this to be over! For your sake as well as mine.”

“I hear you, Cole,” says Maddy. “I know you want to be exonerated. We all want the same thing.”

Maddy looks at the two-foot-high stack of paper on the side of her desk, the latest draft of the Grand Bargain. Her crowning achievement. Her legacy. If she can ever manage to get it on the congressional floor.

And if she can ever get clear of this trial.

“Tess,” Maddy says, “do you think you can coach him so he’s ready?”

“I’m very coachable,” says Cole. “Ask any of my coaches.”

Maddy consults her schedule. “I’ve got a meeting on China in two minutes. Cole, I love you and I trust you. If you want to testify, it’s your call and your call alone. Is that understood, Tess?”

Hardy replies respectfully, “Yes, Madam President. Loud and clear.”

CHAPTER

119

Rockingham County Courthouse, New Hampshire

Word is out that Cole Wright has decided to testify. Maybe this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow.

I stand with Ron Reynolds on the courthouse steps as he finishes tapping out an update for theGlobeon his phone.

“So, Ms. Criminal Attorney, how do you think Hardy is prepping him?” Ron asks me.

“What’s most important is that Tess coach him on what he has to say on the stand. Word for word. And then her client has to follow through.”

“Do you think it’s a mistake for him to testify?”

“If he were a normal murder defendant, I’d say yes. But Wright’s playing to a bigger audience. And remember, he was a football player. A tight end. He has faith in a Hail Mary.”

My phone buzzes in my bag. Ron gives me a nod and goes back to his texting. I walk up the steps and find an empty spot near the gallery entrance.

I don’t recognize the number but I pick up anyway. “Hello, Brea Cooke here.”

“Brea. It’s Daryna.” A pause. “Calling from Ukraine.”

Garrett’s hacker contact!

Daryna has a heavy Eastern European accent, and she sounds like a teenager. “What kind of phone are you using?” she asks.

I have to think for a second. “It’s an iPhone. Umm… an iPhone sixteen. Why?”

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