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She looked as fatigued as if she’d been running on a treadmill for the past eight hours.
    Her voice quavered as she said that she rememberedtaking a cab to her office this morning but she woke up behind a Dumpster in an alley a block from her house.
    “I don’t remember a damned thing,” Ms. Bennett told me. “My blouse had been buttoned wrong. My pantyhose were gone, but I was still wearing my black pumps with the gold buckles. My handbag was on my chest and my phone and my wallet were still in it. Forty-four bucks. Just what I’d had.”
    “And you remember nothing of the ten hours between leaving for work and waking up?”
    “It was as if someone had turned off my lights,” Anne Bennett said, looking up at me with bloodshot eyes.
    “The doctor said it appeared I’d suffered sexual trauma. The last time I had sex with my boyfriend was four days ago. And there was nothing traumatic about it. We’ve been together so long, it’s no-drama sex, and that’s just the way I like it.”
    Anne Bennett was telling the story straight and clearly, but panic flashed in her eyes. It was like she was searching her memory—and finding nothing there.

Chapter 18
    HOFFMAN STOOD AS COURT was called to order and the jury filed in. He retook his seat, thinking about juror number three, Valerie Truman, the single mother who worked at a library and earned a thousandth of what Candace Martin made in a year. And he thought of number seven, William Breitling, a retired golf pro with a ton of charisma. Breitling wasn’t the foreman, but Hoffman believed he could influence the jury.
    When Judge LaVan asked Hoffman if he was ready to present his case, he said that he was and walked from his seat beside Candace Martin directly to the jury box.
    He rested his hand on the railing, greeted the jurors, and began.
    “Yesterday, the prosecution gave their opening statement. I think Ms. Castellano did a pretty good job, but she left out acouple of important points. For starters, Dr. Martin is innocent.”
    William Breitling smiled with a full set of veneers, and Hoffman felt the ice melt in the jury box.
    “Here’s what happened on the evening of September fourteenth,” Hoffman said. “Dr. Martin had just come home from the hospital. She had successfully repaired a man’s heart that day and she was satisfied that her patient was going to recover completely.
    “She said hello to each of her children, then went down the hall to her home office to call the patient’s wife.
    “Dr. Martin had removed her glasses so she could rub her eyes and was about to make the call when she heard what sounded like shots coming from the foyer.
    “The shots startled her and she knocked her glasses to the floor. This is one of those important points I mentioned.”
    Hoffman walked the length of the jury box, touching the rail now and then for emphasis. The jurors followed him with their eyes as he described how his client had found her husband lying on the floor, saw the blood, and, after checking, discovered that Dennis Martin had no vital signs.
    “When she looked up, she saw someone, an intruder, who was in the shadows of the foyer. Dr. Martin couldn’t make out the intruder’s face and she was terrified. She shouted in surprise, and the intruder dropped his gun and ran. My client picked the gun up and ran after him, through the front door and out onto the front steps.
    “Dr. Martin had never fired a gun before, but she let off acouple of shots into the air. She hit nothing. That is how she got gunshot residue on her hands.
    “Immediately after firing those shots, Dr. Martin went back into her house and called the police. That is the act of an innocent person,” Hoffman said.
    “The prosecution says that Dennis Martin was a philandering rat but that being a rat isn’t a crime punishable by death. Well, that’s true. And Dr. Martin knew it. She also knew that her marriage was going through a bad spell. She, too, was having an affair.
    “She