False Accusations by Jacobson, Alan (great novels of all time .txt) 📕

“Your Honor,” Warwick said, “would you please instruct the witness not to narrate but to merely answer the question?”

“I am answering the question,” Saperstein said. “Your Honor, counsel asked me if this was a trick or a scientific method, and I’m explaining what was done.”

“You opened the door, Mr. Warwick. Let’s hear his answer. Continue, Mr. Saperstein.”

“The method of lip print detection is called queiloscopy. It was mentioned in the literature as far back as 1902, and discussed in more detail in 1950 by a medicolegal consultant working on a case here in the Sacramento area. It wasn’t used as a means of personal identification until I believe 1960, when Dr. Santos of Brazil devised a system for classifying the differences in individuals’ lip prints. Around the same time, Japanese Professors Suzuki and Tsuchiahashi developed their own method of identification—”

“I have that paper right here,” Warwick said, tossing a few stapled pages onto the banister of the witness stand. “Is this what you’re basing your analysis on?”

“That is part of what’s accepted as baseline research in the field—”

“Read the highlighted portion, Mr. Saperstein,” Warwick said, pointing at the article.

Saperstein picked up the pages and read the portion Warwick requested. “Lip prints were collected from two hundred eight individuals, consisting of one hundred fifty males and one hundred thirty females, aged six to fifty-seven years.”

“So, Mr. Saperstein, this ‘scientific method’ you are so intent on using against my client is based on a research study of only two hundred eighty people? I would think that would be more scientific—and therefore more reliable—if the study involved thousands of test subjects. Wouldn’t it, sir?”

Saperstein took a breath and let it out slowly. “Is that a question you would like me to respond to, or do you want to answer that one yourself as well?”

Calvino scowled. “Mr. Saperstein, lose the attitude.”

Saperstein nodded apologetically at Calvino and turned back to Warwick, who was enjoying the moment of admonition. “Yes, Mr. Warwick, that study is what I’m basing my opinions on. That study as well as the follow-up study performed by the same researchers eight years later, in which one thousand four hundred people were evaluated. And the research involving one thousand five hundred people in the 1980s, conducted at the Department of Criminalistics of Civic Militia Headquarters in Poland.

“In that study, the patterns of the lines in the red part of lips were categorized, utilizing a ten-millimeter portion of the middle part of the lower lip—a section that’s almost always visible in a print. Several linear characteristics were identified: bifurcation, reticular, linear, and indeterminate. After the patterns were analyzed, nearly half a million individual properties were counted amongst the four hundred prints. This gave an average of over one thousand individual characteristics per lip print. By comparison, we get only one hundred individual characteristics per fingerprint.”

As Saperstein continued, it became evident that Warwick had not performed a complete international journal search for lip print studies; most of the information and research on lip print analysis had come from abroad and had been published in lesser-known journals.

“In our lab,” Saperstein continued, “Miss Harding’s sample lip print pattern was enlarged in a five-to-one ratio, traced, and then reduced back to its original size and scanned into the computer. The same process was completed for the evidentiary lip print found on the beer cans at the crime scene. Then, points of identification were marked for each of the samples and compared visually by both the analyst and the computer. In general, if we don’t get an exact computer match, we look for at least seven different points that visually match. So in summary, Mr. Warwick, this was pure scientific method. No tricks or mirrors were involved.” Saperstein looked into Warwick’s eyes, which were narrow with anger.

“Nothing further for this witness,” Warwick said.

“Redirect,” Denton said.

Calvino nodded.

“Why didn’t you personally perform the testing on the physical evidence relative to the Mercedes?”

“I was in the hospital. I was suffering from what was diagnosed as ulcerative colitis.”

“Who did the testing of the physical evidence in your absence?”

“Kurt Gray.”

“And who is Kurt Gray?”

“He’s a criminalist.”

“With the same training that you possess in forensic science?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So he’s qualified to run the tests which he conducted.”

“Objection. Mr. Saperstein cannot qualify another witness.”

“Sustained.”

Denton scratched his forehead. “In your opinion, then, Mr. Saperstein, would you trust Mr. Gray to run tests on a case that involved you or your family?”

“Yes.”

“And did you personally perform the DNA testing and analysis?”

“Yes.”

“One last question, Mr. Saperstein.” Denton approached him and placed both hands on the railing of the witness box. “Whose side are you on?”

Saperstein looked perturbed, as if this question had caught him off guard. “I’m on no one’s side. My function is merely to conduct tests in a scientific manner and provide results that are accurate and reproducible.”

Perfect answer; Denton smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Saperstein. I have nothing further.”

Half an hour after Calvino dismissed the jury for the day, Hellman stopped by Denton’s office and knocked on the stippled glass of his door. “Nice job today, Tim,” he said.

Denton’s tie was loosened and dangling from an unbuttoned collar. “This wool stuff is really comfortable,” he said, running a hand along the lapel of his suit coat.

Hellman hiked his brow. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for years.”

They smiled as Denton sunk down into his chair. “It was a good day.”

“I look forward to many more. You’re just getting started.”

Denton stretched. “I’m glad Harding’s at the defense table. I feel very comfortable with our case against her.”

“Me too. And I’m not just saying that. I think justice will truly be done.”

Denton shook his head and sighed. “Tomorrow will be interesting. We’ve got the DNA expert at leadoff followed by Stanton.”

Hellman apologized for not being able to be present due to a trial he was scheduled to begin in the morning, and excused himself. Denton pulled out a crumpled tinfoil mass that was wrapped in a plastic bag: leftovers of his