He knew she was unemployed but living in a nice

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Unformatted text preview: ain, there was a paper trail here, and even Lydia, who wasn't bright, could see the trap. "Coupla months ago," she said, defiantly. "Is the car tided in your name?" "It is." "Is the apartment lease in your name?" Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "It is." Paperwork, paperwork. She couldn't lie about it, and she certainly couldn't afford it. Ernie took some notes from Hank Hooten and studied them suspiciously. "How long did you sleep with Danny Padgitt?" "Fifteen minutes, usually." In a tense courtroom, the answer provided scattered laughter. Ernie removed his glasses, rubbed them with the end of his tie, gave her a nasty grin, and rephrased the question. "Your affair with Danny Padgitt, how long did it last?" "Almost a year." "Where did you first meet him?" "At the clubs, up at the state line." "Did someone introduce the two of you?" "I really don't remember. He was there, I was there, we had a dance. One thing led to another." There was no doubt that Lydia Vince had spent many nights in many honky-tonks, and she'd never run from a new dance partner. Ernie needed just a few more lies that he could nail down. He asked a series of questions about her background and her husband's—birth, education, marriage, employment, family. Names and dates and events that could be verified as true or false. She was for sale. The Padgitts had found a witness they could buy. As we left the courtroom late that afternoon, I was confused and uneasy. I had been convinced for many months that Danny Padgitt killed Rhoda Kassellaw, and I still had no doubts. But the jury suddenly had something to hang itself with. A sworn witness had committed a dreadful act of perjury, but it was possible that a juror could have a reasonable doubt. - --- Ginger was more depressed than me, so we decided to get drunk. We bought burgers and fries and a case of beer and went to her small motel room where we ate and then drowned our fears and hatred of a corr...
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This note was uploaded on 07/18/2010 for the course LIT 301 taught by Professor Dra during the Spring '10 term at American College of Computer & Information Sciences.

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