Bronx Justice. Joseph Teller

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      It was obvious that Pope, or perhaps Rendell, had done his homework.

      “Were you working the last two weeks of August, or was that your vacation time?”

      Jaywalker held up a hand. “I’m not sure that’s pedigree,” he said. He didn’t want Pope fishing around and testing an alibi defense before Jaywalker had had a chance to explore it himself.

      “Okay,” said Pope, realizing he wasn’t going to get anything else. “Is there any statement you want to make, Mr. Kingston?”

      “Yes, there is.” The voice was loud and clear. It was also Jaywalker’s. “He says he’s innocent, and you’ve got the wrong guy.”

      Pope nodded dismissively. It was clear that he doubted the words as much as Jaywalker himself did.

      Detective Rendell put the handcuffs back on Darren before he led him out of the room. Jaywalker followed them, reminding Darren to say nothing further. Then he walked over to the Kingstons and brought them up-to-date on what he knew, holding back nothing. He told them that one of the women was coming down to court, and that unless she said their son wasn’t the right man, he would be charged with threatening her with a knife, raping her, and forcing her to take his penis in her mouth.

      Inez Kingston didn’t seem to react. It was as though she already understood and had accepted the gravity of the situation. Marlin said, “Oh, God,” and started to cry, then put his arms around his wife, right there in the corridor, with total strangers streaming by. They stood like that for several minutes, he crying quietly and she making no attempt to escape his embrace. Finally Marlin let go of his wife. He looked straight at Jaywalker, his eyes red but fixed.

      “Jay, that’s my son, you see? You got to do what you can for him. He didn’t rape anybody. I don’t care what it costs, I’ll get the money somehow. But you got to help him.”

      “I’ll help him,” said Jaywalker.

      

      They spent the next hour and a half in the courtroom, waiting for the arrival of Joanne Kenarden, the victim who was named in the complaint. Jaywalker passed the time watching the parade of arraignments, people who’d been arrested the previous night. An assault, his own head bandaged. A gypsy cab stickup. Four for possession of heroin. A gun. A homicide, a man who’d beaten his two-year-old stepson to death. Almost all were black or Hispanic. In almost every case the judge set high bail and the defendant was walked back into the pen area, out of sight. Family members, who’d moved forward to the railing to hear better and perhaps be noticed, straggled out of the courtroom, sometimes sobbing, sometimes angry, always confused.

      It was a quarter past twelve when Joanne Kenarden showed up. She poked her thin face into the courtroom and looked around uncertainly. Something in Jaywalker told him it was her even before Detective Rendell spotted her, stood up and walked over to her. Jaywalker watched them as they spoke briefly at the door. Then Rendell found her a place to sit, had her sign some papers, motioned her to wait and left the room.

      Jaywalker moved his own seat in order to get a better look at her. She was pretty, if a bit hard-looking. The thinness of her face and body made guessing her age difficult. Thirty, maybe. She was dressed in inexpensive clothes, jeans and a black top, but carefully. And she was white.

      When Rendell came back into the courtroom, Jacob Pope was with him. While Pope took a seat up front, Rendell disappeared into the pen area. When he emerged several minutes later, he was leading Darren by the arm. Today that act itself would be called a suggestive identification procedure; back then, it was simply how things were done. In any event, as soon as she saw Darren, Joanne Kenarden stiffened visibly in her seat and nodded almost reflexively. To Jaywalker’s eye, her response seemed involuntary and genuine. He wondered if Pope had caught it.

      “Docket number X974513, Darren Kingston,” called the bridgeman, his title derived from his position between the judge and the rest of the courtroom. “Charged with rape, on the complaint of Joanne Kenarden. Detective Rendell.” Shielding rape victims’ identities didn’t happen back then, either.

      Jaywalker rose, made his way forward and took his place at the center of a long wooden table in front of the judge’s bench. To his left stood Darren, hands cuffed in front of him, a uniformed court officer immediately behind him. To Jaywalker’s right stood Jacob Pope, Detective Rendell and Joanne Kenarden.

      “Miss Kenarden,” said the bridgeman, “do you swear to the truth and contents of your affidavit?” In 1979, there was no such thing as a Ms. You were Miss, or you were Mrs.

      “I do.”

      “Counselor, do you waive the reading of the rights and charges?”

      “Yes,” said Jaywalker, “we do.”

      The judge, a fairly recent appointee named Howard Goldman, turned to Pope, waiting for his bail recommendation. Pope responded by describing the Kenarden rape and sodomy, emphasizing the knife. He pointed out that there were four additional rape victims, and added that it had taken the police several weeks to locate the defendant once he’d been identified. The clear implication was that Darren would be likely to flee if released. “Accordingly,” Pope concluded, “the People request that bail be set in the amount of fifty thousand dollars.”

      It was Jaywalker’s turn. He pointed to Darren’s family in the courtroom, described Darren’s job and theirs, and mentioned the lack of any prior convictions. He stressed Darren’s wife, their child and her pregnancy. He said that he’d known the family for almost two years and felt privileged to have done so.

      “I consider these very serious charges,” said Judge Goldman.

      “So do I,” Jaywalker agreed. “I also consider it very possible that this is the wrong man.”

      Goldman turned toward Joanne Kenarden. “Young lady,” he said, “I want you to answer me truthfully. Is there any doubt in your mind, any doubt whatsoever, that this is the man who attacked you? Take a good look at him before you answer me.”

      Jaywalker took a step back so that she could get a better look at Darren. But even as he did so, he knew it was a futile gesture. They were enacting a charade, after all. Not twenty minutes earlier, having seen Darren led into the courtroom by Detective Rendell, she’d put her signature on an affidavit, swearing that this was the man who’d raped and orally sodomized her. What was she supposed to say now, that she’d changed her mind?

      “No doubt whatsoever,” she said.

      “Bail is fifty thousand dollars,” said the judge.

      Out of the corner of his eye, Jaywalker could see Darren’s shoulders sag, notice him shake his head slowly from side to side. The case was adjourned one week, for a preliminary hearing. But Jaywalker knew there would be no hearing. Pope would present his case directly to a grand jury, who would listen to Joanne Kenarden, and perhaps the other victims as well, and vote an indictment. Jaywalker toyed briefly with the idea of having Darren testify at the grand jury, but quickly rejected it. All Darren could say was that he was innocent. Having him do so, and then exposing him to cross-examination at this early stage, would accomplish little and risk much.

      “Anything else?” asked the judge.

      “No,” said Jaywalker.

      “Next case.”

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