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Bay.”
    Asher looked at her and smirked, showing Yuki with his body language that he thought he was going to whip her.
    It was an act.
    Yuki hadn’t gone up against Asher before, but after less than a year in the public defender’s office, Asher had gotten a reputation
     as a “bomb”—a killer attorney who blew up the prosecution’s case and got his client off. Asher was formidable because he had
     it all: charisma, boyish good looks, and a Harvard Law degree. And he had his father, a top-notch litigator who was coaching
     his son from the sidelines.
    But none of that mattered today.
    The evidence, the witnesses, and the confession were all on her side. Jo-Jo Johnson was hers.

Chapter 5
    JUDGE STEVEN RABINOWITZ took a last look at the pictures of his new condo in Aspen, then turned off his iPhone, cracked his
     knuckles, and said, “Are the People ready, Ms. Castellano?”
    “We are, Your Honor,” said Yuki.
    She stood, her glossy black hair with the new silver streak in front falling forward as she straightened the hem of her suit
     jacket. Then she stepped quickly to the lectern in the center of the well.
    She turned her eyes toward the jury box and gave the jurors a smile. A couple of them smiled back, but for the most part they
     were expressionless. She couldn’t read them at all.
    But that was okay.
    She just had to give the greatest closing of her life, as if the dead scumbag victim were the best and brightest of men, and
     as if this were the last case she would ever try.
    “Ladies and Gentlemen,” she said, “Dr. Lincoln Harris is dead because this man, Adam J. Johnson, knew Dr. Harris was in mortal
     danger and let him die with willful disregard for his life. In California, that’s manslaughter in the first degree.
    “We know what happened on the night of March fourteenth because, after waiving his right to remain silent, after waiving his
     right to counsel, Mr. Johnson told the police how and why he let Dr. Harris expire when he could have easily saved his life.”
    Yuki let her words resonate in the chamber, shuffling her cards on the lectern before continuing her closing argument.
    “On the evening in question, the defendant, who had been employed by Dr. Harris as a handyman, went out to get cocaine for
     the doctor and himself.
    “He returned within the hour, and the defendant and the plaintiff ingested this cocaine. Shortly after that, Dr. Harris OD’d.
     How do we know that?
    “The defendant told the police—and it was borne out by medical experts—that it was clear Dr. Harris was in extremis. He was
     foaming at the mouth and eventually lost consciousness. But, rather than call an ambulance, the defendant used this opportunity
     to remove a thousand dollars and an ATM card from Dr. Harris’s wallet.
    “Mr. Johnson then used Dr. Harris’s ATM card, took another thousand dollars, and bought himself a new leather jacket and a
     pair of boots at Rochester Big & Tall.
    “After that,” Yuki told them, “the defendant bought more cocaine and hired a prostitute, Elizabeth Wu, whom he brought back
     to Dr. Harris’s home.
    “Over the next several hours, Ms. Wu and Mr. Johnson snorted coke, had sex a few times, and at one point, according to Mr.
     Johnson’s statement, discussed how to dispose of Dr. Harris’s body once he died. That, Ladies and Gentlemen, shows ‘consciousness
     of guilt.’
    “Adam Johnson absolutely knew that the doctor was dying. But he didn’t call for help for fifteen hours,” Yuki said, slapping
     the lectern. “Fifteen hours. Finally, at the behest of Ms. Wu, Mr. Johnson finally called nine one one, but it was too little,
     too late. Dr. Harris died in the ambulance en route to the hospital.
    “Now, we all know that the defense has no defense.
    “When facts are against them, defense lawyers resort to theatrics and to blaming the victim.
    “Mr. Asher has told you that Dr. Harris lost his license to practice medicine because he used drugs. And that he