Defending Jacob (40 page)

“These are the contact smears of blood we heard about yesterday?”

“Yes. When I arrived, the body itself had been rolled over face up, and I could see that the victim’s T-shirt was soaked with what appeared to be wet blood.”

“What significance did you attach, if any, to the large amount of blood on the victim’s body?”

“At the time, none. Obviously, the wounds were significant and fatal, but I knew that before I arrived.”

“But doesn’t the large amount of blood at the scene suggest a bloody struggle?”

“Not necessarily. Blood circulates through our bodies constantly. It is a hydraulic system: it is being pumped around and around. It moves through the circulatory system, through the veins, under pressure. When a person is killed, the blood is no longer under the pressure of a pump and its movement is then controlled by the ordinary laws of physics. So a lot of the blood that was apparent at the scene, both on the victim himself and on the ground underneath and around him, might have simply drained out of him because of gravity, because of the way the body was lying: feet above head, facedown. So the blood on the body might have been postmortem bleeding. I could not tell yet.”

“Okay, so what did you do next?”

“I examined the scene more closely. I observed some blood spatters near the top of the hill, at what seemed to be the point of the attack. There were only a few spatters here.”

“Let me stop you there. Is there a discipline in the forensic sciences of blood spatter analysis?”

“Yes. It is the study of the patterns of blood spatters, which can yield useful information.”

“Were you able to get any useful information from the blood spatters in this case?”

“Yes. As I was saying, at the point of attack there were a few very small blood spatters, less than an inch in size, and it was apparent from their size that they had fallen more or less straight down to the ground, spattering evenly in all directions. That is called a low-velocity drop or sometimes ‘passive bleeding.’ ”

Logiudice: “Now, yesterday we heard some discussion by the defense about whether you could expect to find blood on the attacker’s body or on his clothes after an attack like this one. Based on your observations of the blood spatters, do you have an opinion about this?”

“Yes. It is not
necessarily
true that the attacker here would have blood on him. Going back to the circulatory system that pumps blood through the body: remember that once blood is ejected from the body out into the air, it is subject to the ordinary laws of physics just like anything else. Now, it’s true, if an artery is cut, depending where it is on the body, you would expect the blood to gush out. That’s called ‘arterial gushing.’ Same with a vein. But if it’s a capillary, you might see just dripping like this. I did not see any spatters at the scene that seemed to have been cast off with force. That sort of cast-off blood would land at an angle and spatter unevenly, like this.” She demonstrated by sliding her fist along the length of her forearm to show how the blood drop would spread across the surface at impact. “It is also possible that the assailant stood behind the victim when he stabbed him, which would put him out of the trajectory of any spraying blood. And of course it is possible the assailant changed his clothes after the attack. All of which is simply to say that you cannot automatically assume that the assailant in this case would be covered in blood after the attack despite the large amount of blood found at the scene.”

“Are you familiar with the saying ‘The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence’?”

“Objection. Leading.”

“He can have it. You can answer the question.”

“Yes.”

“What does that saying mean?”

“It means that, just because there is no physical evidence proving a person’s presence at a particular time and place, you cannot necessarily conclude that he was not actually there. It’s probably easier to understand if I put it this way: a person can be present at a crime and leave no physical evidence there.”

Rakowski’s testimony went on for some time. It was a critical part of Logiudice’s case and he took his time putting it in. She testified in detail that the blood found at the scene was all the victim’s. There was no physical evidence found in the immediate vicinity of the body that could be linked to any other person—no finger-, hand-, or shoe prints, no hairs or fibers, no blood or other organic material—with the single exception of that damn fingerprint.

“Where precisely was the fingerprint located?”

“The victim was wearing a zippered sweatshirt with the zipper open. On the inside of that sweatshirt, about here”—she indicated a spot on the inside of her own jacket, on the left side of the lining where an interior pocket is often located—“there was a plastic tag with the manufacturer’s name. The print was found on that tag.”

“Does the surface on which a fingerprint is found affect its value?”

“Well, some surfaces take a print better. This was a flat surface. It had been wetted with blood, almost like an inked pad, and it showed the fingerprint very clearly.”

“So this was a clean print?”

“Yes.”

“And after studying this fingerprint, whose print did you determine it was?”

“The defendant, Jacob Barber’s.”

Jonathan stood and said with a shrug in his voice, “We’ll stipulate it’s the defendant’s fingerprint.”

The judge said, “Without objection,” and he turned to the jury: “The meaning of a stipulation is that the defense concedes that a fact is true without the prosecutor having to prove it. Both parties agree to the truth of this fact, therefore you may take it as true and proven. Okay, Mr. Logiudice.”

“What significance, if any, did you assign to the fact that the fingerprint was in the victim’s own blood?”

“Obviously the blood had to be on that tag first in order for the defendant’s finger to be pressed into it. So the significance is that the fingerprint was put there after the attack had begun, or at least after the victim had been cut at least once, and soon enough after the attack that the blood on that tag was still wet, since dry blood would not have taken the print the same way, if at all. So that print was put there during or very soon after the attack.”

“How big a window are we talking about? How soon before the blood on that tag is too dry to take the fingerprint?”

“There are a lot of factors involved. But not more than fifteen minutes on the outside.”

“Even sooner, is it likely?”

“Impossible to say.”

Good girl, Karen. Don’t take the bait
.

The only sparring took place when Logiudice tried to enter into evidence a knife, a sleek and wicked thing called a Spyderco Civilian, which was the knife Jacob specifically named in his story imagining the Rifkin murder. Jonathan vehemently objected to this knife being shown to the jury since there was no evidence that Jacob ever owned such a knife. I had dumped Jacob’s knife long before the cops searched his room, but I blanched at the sight of the Spyderco Civilian. It looked very similar to Jacob’s. I didn’t dare turn around to look at Laurie, so I can only report what she later told me: “I died when I saw it.” Judge French ultimately did not allow Logiudice to enter the knife in evidence. Its physical appearance, he said, was “inflammatory” given how weakly the government had linked the knife to Jacob. Which was Judge French’s way of saying he was not about to let Logiudice start waving a lethal-looking knife around the courtroom as a way to work the jury up into a lynch mob—not until the government offered a witness who could say Jacob had such a knife. But he would allow the expert to testify about the knife in general terms.

“Is that knife consistent with the victim’s wounds?”

“Yes. We examined the size and shape of the blade relative to the wounds and they were consistent. The blade on that particular knife is curved and has a serrated edge, which would account for the ragged tears at the edge of the wounds. It is a knife designed for slashing at an opponent, as you would in a knife fight. A knife intended to make a neat slice will typically have a smooth, very sharp edge, like a scalpel.”

“So the killer might have used exactly that sort of knife?”

“Objection.”

“Overruled.”

“He might have, yes.”

“Could you tell from the angle of the wounds and the design of the knife how the killer might have inflicted the fatal wounds, what sort of motion he might have used?”

“Based on the fact that the wounds enter the body essentially straight, that is, on a horizontal plane, it would seem that the assailant most likely stood directly in front of the victim, was of about equal height, and stabbed straight ahead in three thrusts holding his arm roughly level.”

“Would you demonstrate the motion you mean, please?”

“Objection.”

“Overruled.”

Rakowski stood up and thrust her right arm ahead three times. She sat back down.

Logiudice said nothing for a few seconds. The courtroom was silent enough in those moments that I heard someone behind me in the gallery emit a long breath,
whoo
.

Jonathan fought gallantly on cross. He did not attack Rakowski directly. She was obviously competent and playing it straight, and there was nothing to be gained by savaging her. He kept the focus on the physical evidence and how thin it really was.

“The government mentioned the phrase ‘The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.’ Do you remember that?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it also true that the absence of evidence is precisely that: an absence of evidence?”

“Yes.”

Jonathan showed a wry smile to the jury. “In this case, we have a fairly substantial absence of evidence, don’t we? There is no blood evidence against the defendant?”

“No.”

“Genetic evidence? DNA?”

“No.”

“Hairs?”

“No.”

“Fibers?”

“No.”

“Anything at all that puts the defendant at the scene besides that fingerprint?”

“No.”

“Handprints? Fingerprints? Shoe prints? All missing?”

“That’s true.”

“Well! Now, that’s what I call an absence of evidence!”

The jury laughed. Jacob and I laughed, more with relief than anything else. Logiudice jumped up to object and the objection was sustained, but it hardly mattered.

“And the fingerprint that was found, Jacob’s fingerprint on the victim’s sweatshirt. Isn’t it true that fingerprint evidence has one huge limitation: you can’t tell
when
the print was put there?”

“That’s true, except for the inference to be drawn from the fact the blood was still wet when the defendant’s finger touched it.”

“Yes, the wet blood. Exactly. May I pose a hypothetical to you, Ms. Rakowski? Let’s suppose, hypothetically, that the defendant, Jacob, came upon the victim, his friend and classmate, lying on the ground in the park as he, Jacob, walked to school. Suppose, again for our hypothetical, suppose it was only minutes after the attack. And suppose finally that he held the victim by his sweatshirt in an attempt to help him or to be sure he was okay. Wouldn’t that be perfectly consistent with finding the fingerprint where you did?”

“Yes.”

“And finally, with regard to the knife we heard about, the—what was it?—the Spyderco Civilian. Isn’t it true that there are many knives that could have created those wounds?”

“Yes. I presume so.”

“Because all you have to judge by is the characteristics of those wounds, the size and shape, the depth of penetration, and so on, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“And all you know, therefore, is that the murder weapon seemed to have a jagged edge and a blade of a certain size, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“Did you make any effort to determine how many knives out there fit that description?”

“No. I was asked by the DA only to determine whether that particular knife was consistent with the victim’s wounds. I was not given any other knives to compare.”

“Well, that’s putting the rabbit into the hat, then, isn’t it?”

“Objection.”

“Sustained.”

“The investigators made no effort to determine how many knives could have made those wounds?”

“I was not asked about other models, no.”

“Do you have any idea, roughly? How many knives would leave a wound about two inches wide and penetrate three or four inches?”

“I don’t know. I would be speculating.”

“A thousand? Come on, it must be at least that many.”

“I couldn’t say. It would be a large number. You have to remember, a small knife can create an opening larger than the blade itself, because the attacker can use it to slice the wound open. A scalpel is quite small but obviously it can create a very large incision. So when we talk about the size of the wound relative to the blade, what we’re talking about is the maximum size of the blade, the outer limit, because obviously the blade cannot be larger than the opening it was inserted into, at least if we’re talking about a penetration wound as we are here. Below that limit, the size of the wound alone cannot tell you precisely how big the knife was. So I can’t answer your question.”

Jonathan cocked his head. He was not buying it. “Five hundred?”

“I don’t know.”

“One hundred?”

“It’s possible.”

“Ah, it’s possible. So our chances are one in a hundred?”

“Objection.”

“Sustained.”

“Why were the investigators interested in that particular knife, Ms. Rakowski, the Spyderco Civilian? Why did they ask you to compare that model with the wounds?”

“Because it was mentioned in an account of the murder that the defendant wrote—”

“According to Derek Yoo.”

“Correct. And the same witness apparently saw a similar knife in the defendant’s possession.”

“Derek Yoo again?”

“I believe so.”

“So the only thing connecting that knife to Jacob is this one mixed-up boy, Derek Yoo?”

She did not answer. Logiudice objected too quickly. It did not matter.

“Nothing further, Your Honor.”

T
he case was becoming a close thing, it seemed to me, but I still felt optimistic. Logiudice was hoping to draw an inside straight—to assemble a winning combination out of a messy hand of deuce-three-five-six. He had no choice, really. He had crap cards. No ace, no piece of evidence so damning it
required
the jury to convict. His last hope was a cohort of witnesses culled from Jacob’s classmates. I could not imagine any of the McCormick kids commanding that much respect from the jury.