Authors: Randa Abdel-Fattah
âThe girl rostered to work that day called in sick.'
âWhich day? There were two meetings.'
âSorry, I meant the first meeting, in May.'
âAnd what about the second meeting, the one of 18 June 2008?'
âCam was rostered to work that day. But she left work early to go to uni.'
âWhy did you not reschedule both meetings so that all staff could attend?'
âWell, three of us were present so I thought the meetings should go on anyway. With these kind of meetings, if you end up postponing them they somehow never get rescheduled.'
âFair enough.'
âObjection. That's not a question.'
âOkay, withdrawn,' Wallace said with a mischievous grin.
âMr Marks, why did your company not adhere to Work-Cover guidelines in relation to the transportation of money?'
âWe didn't think we had to. We're a small business. We always understood that those guidelines applied to larger operations. Security guards, advanced video surveillance equipment â those things are expensive. It's not like we were transporting money every day. If we were I would have been the first to consider the expense justified. But it was only on the rare occasion that we transported money between stores.'
âSo what you're saying is that on a cost-benefit analysis, you simply couldn't justify the expense of employing such measures?'
âObjection,' Valopolous cried. âCounsel is leading the witness.'
âSustained.'
âI'll rephrase, Your Honour. Did you ever conduct a cost-benefit analysis?'
âYes.'
âAnd what did you conclude?'
âThat the measures required by WorkCover were too expensive to justify us employing them.'
âDid you understand those measures to be compulsory?'
âNo. I understood they were compulsory for large businesses and simply recommended for businesses of our size.'
âThank you, no more questions.'
Valopolous jumped up. He was clearly looking forward to going for Rodney's jugular. I didn't know what to expect. Rodney needed to let Bernie win. At the same time, his insurer's claims officer was in the court, listening to every word. If he didn't put up a fight against Valopolous, he'd probably get in big trouble.
âMr Marks, the minutes of the WorkSafe meetings mentioned clearly establish that you were aware of the dangers of failing to protect staff from harm when they transported money, so why did you not do something about it?'
âLike I said, I didn't think the expense was justified when measured against the risk of something happening.'
âIn other words, the life of your staff came second?'
âWell I never thought their lives were in danger, justâ' âWell then what was in danger? Were they at risk of breaking a nail while transporting money? Ruffling their hair?'
âNo, what I meant was, well, I never thought that with the kind of money we were transporting, and the kind of small business we were, that their lives would be at risk in the way, say, people working for Armaguard would be at risk.'
âAnd now one of your staff members is dead. Murdered. Because for all your policing and criminology expertise, you thought that criminals only target Armaguard employees.'
Wallace rose. âCounsel is badgering the witness.'
âIt's called cross-examination, Your Honour, but if Mr Wallace can't distinguish between the two I will withdraw my statement.'
The judge nodded. âPlease continue.'
âMr Marks, how much would it have cost to hire a security guard?'
âI can't remember off the top of my head.'
âWell let me assist you. Exhibit 4, Your Honour: quotes from ten security companies. Could the witness please be shown Exhibit 4?'
The clerk handed Rodney Marks a piece of paper.
âMr Marks, what is the cheapest quote in that table you have just been handed?'
âForty-five thousand dollars per annum.'
âMr Marks, is it your evidence that Jenkins Storage World could not afford to hire a security guard?'
â
Afford
is a relative term.'
âIs it? Well I'm sorry, I'm just a lawyer, not a businessman. But I always thought that establishing what expenses a business can or cannot afford was a fairly easy thing to do, Mr Marks. I'll ask you again: is it your evidence that Jenkins Storage World could not afford to hire security guards?'
âYes.'
âYour Honour, I tender Jenkins Storage World's profit and loss statement for 2007, Exhibit 5. Mr Marks, would you please take a look at this profit and loss statement. What was your profit that year?'
âJust under a million.'
âBased on that figure, could Jenkins Storage World have hired security staff for the lowest quote on offer?'
âI suppose . . .'
âCould the witness please be shown Exhibit 2? Mr Marks, this is a purchase order. Is that your handwritten note?'
âYes.'
âPlease explain it to us.'
âI ordered a motion-sensor security camera. There was a part missing. I wrote a note to call them to arrange delivery of the missing part.'
âWhat date was the camera delivered?'
âOn 19 June 2008.'
âAnd when did you make the call to arrange delivery of the missing part?'
âI didn't.'
âWhy not?'
âBecause I forgot.'
âYou forgot?'
âYes.'
âIf that part had been ordered and the camera had been in use on 2 July 2008, do you think Maureen White might be alive today?'
âObjection. Speculation.'
âSustained.'
âMr Marks, your note says,
“staff pressing”
. What did you mean?'
Rodney took a deep breath. âMaureen . . . Maureen had asked me about it.'
â
Maureen
asked you about it?!' Valopolous's gaze met Casey's. Neither of them had expected such a response. It was like hitting the jackpot.
âYes.'
âAnd why did she do that?'
âShe'd been . . . concerned . . .'
âWhy?'
âShe . . . she said she worked back late sometimes, especially on Thursdays when we close at nine, and she didn't feel safe in the car park.'
âYOU BASTARD!' Bernie yelled from behind me.
âORDER!' Judge Monahan commanded.
âSHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN ALIVE NOW!
âSecurity!' Judge Monahan bellowed, and the court security guard stormed over to Bernie and escorted him from the courtroom.
I felt like spewing. Their acting was perfect.
Rodney looked shaken â or pretended to.
âMr Marks,' Valopolous continued, âit is your evidence that it was about four forty-five pm when you asked the deceased to transport the money to your Surry Hills store. Correct?'
âYes.'
âWhere were you and the deceased when you asked her to do this?'
âAt the front desk.'
âWere there any customers in the store?'
âYes.'
âWere there any customers at the front desk?'
âYes.'
âCould your request have been overheard by them?'
âI suppose so.'
âYes or no?'
âYes.'
âWhy didn't you take the deceased aside to the store room or somewhere private to ask her to transport the money?'
âIt didn't . . . it just didn't occur to me.'
âNo further questions, Your Honour.'
âWe'll break for lunch. The defendant's next witness will be called at two sharp.'
Â
Valopolous was on a high. Rodney Marks had dug Jenkins Storage World a deep grave. âAnd the judge is going to fill it with compensation,' he said happily. âLots of it.'
âLet's hope so,' Bernie said. He was beaming. I couldn't blame him. Rodney had delivered an Oscar-winning performance.
We were in one of the briefing rooms for the lunch break. I couldn't eat though. Not even a chocolate bar. My stomach was tied in a thousand knots.
âCan you believe it was Maureen?!' Valopolous said with delight, referring to Rodney's revelation that it had been Maureen, of all people, who had pressed him about installing the video camera.
âWho would have guessed her fears would come true?' Bernie said, ducking his head, feigning despair.
Good on you, Bernie. You could have a great career writing Hallmark cards.
Valopolous glanced at Casey. âYou're extraordinarily subdued considering how well that went.'
âSorry, I'm just thinking about . . . about the next witnesses.'
Valopolous pulled a stern face. âYou yourself said this case would hinge on negligence and I've certainly exposed the defendant to an enormous claim.'
âYeah!' Bernie said and I wondered how it would feel to wipe the overconfident grin off his face with my fist.
âYes, well done,' Casey said a little too cheerfully. Maybe she was feeling guilty about using those fake notes.
Maybe I had acted wrongly during the case. But the way I saw it, nothing I did was as bad as Valopolous and Casey ignoring the information I gave them about the WorkSafe minutes.
I couldn't wait for lunch to be over and for Claudia Hognio and Harold Webb to take the stand. Their evidence would wipe the cocky grins off the faces of Bernie and Valopolous and maybe, finally, the truth would come out.
Claudia was petite and wore glasses which sat halfway down her nose. I knew something was wrong when I saw how uneasy she looked in the witness box. Her eyes darted anxiously around the courtroom. She didn't want to be there, which was weird given that her partner, Harry, had said she was looking forward to exposing Bernie.
Wallace stood erect and confident. This was the first of his two prize witnesses. âMs Hognio, are you Maureen White's sister?'
âYes I am,' she said stiffly.
âWere you close to your sister?'
âI suppose.'
I noticed Wallace tense. Claudia was obviously not warming to her own barrister.
âDid your sister confide in you?'
âNo, not really.' Claudia was dodging his gaze, looking anywhere but at Wallace, who was obviously confused by her body language.
âDid your sister confide in you about her marriage?'
âNo.'
I couldn't believe it. She was lying!
Wallace erupted into a coughing fit. Humphries handed him a glass of water which he gulped down. âShe never spoke to you about her personal life?'
âNo.'
âMs Hognio, are you telling the truth?'
Valopolous sprang up. âYour Honour, counsel is badgering his
own
witness! The witness has been explicit in her answer.'
Judge Monahan tapped her pen against the bench. âYes, I'd have to agree. Counsel, your witness is answering your questions. Now move on.'
Wallace was agitated, pressing his fingers to his temple. âMs Hognio, were you aware that Bernie White was having an affair?'
I waited, breathless.
Claudia, again looking anywhere but at Wallace's face, said: âNo.'
My notepad fell out of my lap and onto the floor. I was dumbstruck. Who had got to her? Bernie? Rodney Marks?
Wallace grimaced, paused, and then said, âNo further questions, Your Honour.'
Judge Monahan looked confused. âVery well . . . Mr Valopolous?'
âEr, no questions, Your Honour. Quite frankly we have no idea why Ms Hognio was called.'
Claudia virtually ran from the courtroom.
Wallace, looking extremely angry, called Harold Webb to the stand.
But he had no joy with this witness either. Webb, it seemed, was suffering from severe memory loss.
âMr Webb, your statement clearly says you offered to accompany the deceased to her car.'
âI don't remember.'
Wallace seemed ready to throw a tantrum. âWell when did you write this statement?'
âMy lawyers wrote it for me.'
âAre you saying that you had no input? That you gave no instructions?'