Burden of Proof (33 page)

"Good question, Counsel. Commander Jones?"

Jones looked back at Halstead confidently. "Your Honor, defense actions evolve as the trial proceeds. Surely trial counsel will not dispute that, or the right of the defense to introduce new issues in the course of defending the accused."

"Your Honor, a fishing expedition is not introducing new issues. It is a distraction from the business of the court-martial."

"Your Honor, if trial counsel is so certain of the tactics and questions to be pursued by the defense, I would respectfully have to inquire as to the source of her information."

Paul tried not to openly wince.
That's a real good point. Jones is better than I gave him credit for. But Carr's supposed to know him! Keep me off that witness stand, Commander
.

Judge Halstead raised the fingers on one hand to halt the argument among the counsels. "You've both brought up legitimate arguments. I will allow defense counsel to pursue his line of questioning, but if defense counsel attempts to divert this court-martial from its course or engage in a prolonged fishing expedition, I
will
bring it to a halt. Is that clear, counsel?"

Jones nodded. "Yes, Your Honor."

"Objection overruled. Proceed, counsel."

Commander Carr returned to her seat, tight-lipped, and gave Paul a passing glance, her eyes conveying regret for a moment.

Commander Jones went back to the witness stand, where Captain Hayes had sat watching the by-play impatiently. "Captain, I repeat, who brought this information to your attention?"

"My collateral duty ship's legal officer."

"And who is that, Captain?"

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Sinclair."

"Thank you, Captain. No further questions."

Paul stared at Jones, then back at Commander Carr, who gave Jones' back a hard, questioning look.
Jones went to all that trouble just to ask my name? There's got to be more to this. I wonder what
?

Captain Mashiko nodded in greeting to Captain Hayes. "Captain, Lieutenant Silver has earned promotions to his current grade, indicating good performance evaluations. How do you reconcile that with your current opinion of Lieutenant Silver's performance?"

Captain Hayes shook his head. "Captain, I don't know what Lieutenant Silver did in his earlier assignments. All I know is what he did on my ship. I regard that as more than sufficient grounds for reaching my conclusions."

"I'm assuming you thought long and hard before reaching these conclusions?"

"Yes, of course I did."

Commander Herdez spoke next. "Captain Hayes, as commanding officer, have you toured every compartment on the USS
Michaelson
since coming aboard?"

"Yes, Commander, I have."

"How many times have you visited Forward Engineering?"

Hayes frowned in thought. "I'd say two or three times, at least."

"Then you have visited that compartment at least as many times as Lieutenant Silver, the officer who holds primary responsibility for it?"

"That seems to be right, Commander."

"Captain Hayes, have you observed Lieutenant Silver performing other professional duties on your ship?"

"Yes, I have."

"Which duties, sir?"

"Officer of the deck underway, command duty officer in-port."

"What are your opinions of Lieutenant Silver's performance in those duties?"

Captain Hayes frowned again. "As officer of the deck underway, Lieutenant Silver displayed passivity."

"Can you explain that, sir?"

"Sure. Whenever we had a special evolution, Lieutenant Silver would delegate it to his junior officer of the deck. Whenever he needed detailed information, he'd have to get that information from his junior officer of the deck or another watch stander. And he was habitually late in assuming the watch."

Paul fought down another grin.
I'll be damned. Hayes noticed how Silver was doing his job on the bridge. Just like Carl Meadows said. You don't think he's watching, but he is
.

"And as command duty officer in-port, sir?"

Hayes shrugged. "Prior to 19 September, on those few days in which Lieutenant Silver stood CDO, I was unaware of any problems. As I already noted, on 19 September he didn't have a handle on the situation."

Lieutenant Commander Bryko licked his lips before speaking. "Captain Hayes, Lieutenant Silver received a Navy Commendation Medal for his handling of the events of 19 September. Why did he get recommended for that medal if you had such a negative opinion of his performance?"

Hayes' face reddened slightly and his voice tightened. "I don't know."

"You didn't recommend or approve the award?"

"The recommendation for that award did not originate on my ship."

Bryko looked surprised. "Did you even know Lieutenant Silver had been recommended for that medal, sir?"

"No, I did not. If I had been aware, I would've done all I could to block it."

"Can I ask exactly why, sir?"

"Given what I knew then, I didn't feel Lieutenant Silver's performance rated an award."

"Thank you, Captain."

Judge Halstead checked his watch after Captain Hayes had been dismissed. "Does trial counsel have further witnesses?"

Commander Carr stood. "No, your honor. The prosecution rests."

"Then this court-martial is closed. It will reconvene at 1000 tomorrow morning in this same court room for the presentation of evidence by the defense."

Paul stood with the others, stretching muscles he hadn't realized were tense. Commander Carr stood at the trial counsel's table for a moment, both hands resting on the desk top as if she needed the support, then turned to face Paul and smiled. Paul smiled back. "That seemed to go real well."

"It went okay. Not perfect, but you work with what you've got." Commander Carr stretched as well.

Paul, sensitized to Carr's appearance by Jen's teasing, tried not to notice the way her body moved.
As if I need that distraction on top of everything else. And with a superior officer no less
. "Do you think they'll put Silver on the stand tomorrow?"

Carr finished flexing her back muscles and relaxed. "Ah, now that's a good question. On the one hand, anything Silver says could look bad, like he's making excuses for being such a screw-up at his job. On the other hand, good ol' Scott Silver is a consummate actor and may try to charm the members of the court into submission."

"You don't think he'll make a sworn statement, do you?"

Carr snorted. "No chance in hell. The little bastard's guilty, and they know if I get to cross-examine him I'll tear his entrails out and let the members read the proof of his guilt in them."

"He'd probably take the Fifth -"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Carr paused. "Wasn't there a song like that a long time ago? Anyway, you and I know that taking the Fifth Amendment as grounds for refusal to self-incriminate is not ever, no way, supposed to be used as a presumption of guilt. You and I also know that just about everybody thinks anyone taking the Fifth is guilty, no matter what instructions they get from the judge. Otherwise, why do they refuse to talk? Unfair or not, that's the way it is. As defense counsel, I'd know that minefield was waiting for me and there's no way to sweep it, though if you're really good and really lucky you can navigate through it without getting your butt blown off. As trial counsel, I think that universally-assumed presumption of guilt is great."

"Why do you think Commander Jones went to all that trouble to get my name introduced into evidence, but then didn't do anything with it?"

"Obviously, he's
planning
to do something with it."

Paul felt the ice in his guts again. "Will I get called as a witness?"

"No." Alex Carr shook her head for emphasis. "If Lieutenant Commander Jones had any intention of doing that, he'd have moved to have you excluded from the courtroom. No, I think he'll try to attack you indirectly. Undermine our evidence by raising questions about how it was obtained, about whether someone else could've been motivated to set up Silver. He doesn't have to convince the members you actually did the dirty deeds. All Commander Jones has to do is create sufficient doubt in the members' minds that Silver did it."

"Oh." Paul exhaled heavily. "I hope he doesn't manage that."

"It's my job to make sure he doesn't, and I'm going to bend every effort to ensure Lieutenant Scott Silver's head is mounted on my trophy wall in the very near future."

Paul started to laugh at the image, then sobered. "You really do believe he's guilty?"

"That's
also
my job, Paul. You can be as ambivalent as you want to be, now. The outcome's in the hands of the judge, the members, Commander Jones and me."

Paul nodded.
Starting a court-martial's a fire-and-forget weapon. Without any recall capability. Set it on the target, watch it go, and hope like hell the target deserves to get hit. What was that saying? "Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war." You don't control them once you've set them loose. You just get to watch them do their work
. "I'm not ambivalent about his guilt, either, ma'am. I just wish it hadn't come to this."

"If it all-too-often didn't come to this, I'd be out of a job. Unfortunately, I have the best job security in the world."

Captain Hayes was waiting for Paul outside the courtroom. Paul felt another knot form in his gut, wondering how long he'd kept his captain waiting, but Hayes just indicated Paul should walk with him as they returned to the
Michaelson
. "How'd it go in there today? What can you tell me now?"

"Sir, there's not a lot I can tell you now. Not if you're also a witness."

"Okay. I understand that. Damned nuisance, but it's worth it to make sure Silver gets his."

Paul launched into a general recital of the day's events, speaking carefully to ensure he didn't veer into specifics. When he reached Commander Destin's appearance as a witness, Paul felt an even greater reluctance to talk.
How am I supposed to critically report on the performance of an officer senior to me? You don't do that. At least, you're not supposed to do that
.

Hayes gave him another look. "That's all you can tell me about Commander Destin's testimony? You pretty much just said she showed up."

Paul felt sweat starting under his uniform. "Sir, I'd be commenting on the behavior of a senior to another senior."

"You would, wouldn't you?" Hayes looked forward for a moment, then nodded. "Fair enough. Any idea what the defense is up to?"

"Commander Carr thinks they'll try to discredit the evidence."

"That doesn't take a lawyer to figure out."

"No, sir."

"Any idea why that guy made me name you?"

"Not for sure, sir."

"Keep your guard up."

The
Michaelson
's quarterdeck loomed ahead. Captain Hayes boarded the ship, returning the officer of the deck's salute as the petty officer of the watch struck the ship's bell four times in two pairs of bongs then announced over the all-hands circuit, "USS
Michaelson
, arriving."

Paul followed Hayes across the brow, saluting the officer of the deck. Ensign Gabriel returned the salute, along with a questioning look. "Can you talk about it?"

"Yes and no."

"Man, if you keep hanging out with lawyers we'll never get a straight answer out of you."

Paul grinned. "Ouch. That hurt."

"Don't tell Lieutenant Shen about it, then. I hear she's fiercely protective."

The joking statement aroused mixed emotions in Paul.
On the one hand, I like knowing Jen'll defend me. But on the other, I can fight my own battles
. "Hey, I can be pretty fierce, too."

Gabriel unsuccessfully tried to smother a laugh. "Paul, I like working with you. I'm sure I'd like working
for
you. But not because you're fierce."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Paul waved farewell and headed for his stateroom.
First I need to check what came in that I have to deal with, then I'll call Chief Imari for a rundown on how things are going on the ship
. He turned a corner, squeezing around two sailors working on a piece of equipment that had been helpfully installed in an almost inaccessible spot, and found himself facing Commander Garcia at the other end of the passageway.

Commander Garcia's expression couldn't be made out for certain, but he hooked some fingers toward Paul in a "come here" gesture.
Oh, great. Now what? Chief Imari didn't give me a heads-up on any problems
. "Yes, sir?"

Garcia gave Paul one his usual demanding looks. "You just get back?"

"Yes, sir."

"How's it going over there, Sinclair?"

"You mean in the court, sir?"

"Yeah, I mean in the court. Does it look like he'll get convicted?"

Paul tried to think through his reply.
Does Garcia like Silver? I don't remember Garcia ever talking about him. What answer does Garcia want? I can't even guess, and in any case what else can I tell him but the truth as I see it
? "I'm not sure, sir. The members of the court are hard to read. They've asked some questions that imply they're not happy with what they're hearing about Lieutenant Silver, but I can't tell if they're unhappy enough to vote for conviction on any of the charges."

"What about Commander Herdez?"

"She looks like she always did, sir. Not missing a thing and keeping her thoughts to herself. I wouldn't want her judging me if I was Lieutenant Silver, though."

"Neither would I. That prosecutor. How's she doing?"

"She's very good, sir."

"Good." Garcia seemed to be trying to decide whether or not to say more. "Sinclair, I'm not happy you get involved in distractions like this. You're supposed to be working for me. But if Silver did even half of what he's charged with, then I'm damned glad he's off this ship. And I want him to pay for what he did to that chief. You and that prosecutor better make damned sure Silver doesn't come back. You understand?"

"We're doing our best, sir."

"That better be good enough." Garcia turned to go, then looked back for a moment. "Thanks, Sinclair."

"Yes, sir." Paul, his mouth hanging open, watched Garcia walk away. The words "thanks, Sinclair" were the closest Garcia had ever come to praising Paul's work.