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possessed a sort of sleazy appeal—given to tight dresses and moussing her hair into a frenzy—but was no wiser than what she was, a twenty-year-old still living at home who inhabited the circumscribed world of drifting young people who hang out at malls and bars on the weekends, pass through one minimum-wage job after another, get married, and generally lead dissatisfied, materialistic lives repetitive of their parents’. Judy had been passively promiscuous, without any real desire for men. It was all probably a little boring, and so she began to hit some of the yuppie clubs and restaurants downtown. Peter guessed that she’d learned that a great set of tits helped a girl change crowds easily. She liked what she’d seen, and that had only accelerated her desires. It hadn’t taken long, maybe a couple of months. A change of wardrobe, recreational drugs, quick mastery of the right topics of conversation. People find each other, and Robinson had found her and she him. Seeing that he was rich, she became more than willing to overlook his queer behavior. He had helped her move into an apartment out by the Art Museum. Then she’d dumped him, and he couldn’t take it. When Peter was choosing the jury, he had been sure to eliminate anyone who might decide Judy Warren had been a cheap fuck waiting for trouble and had gotten what was coming to her. It wasn’t
that
simple. He glanced at his notes, not wanting to make the confession any harder than necessary on the family. But he had to get the majority of it into the jury’s heads. Nelson sensed the necessary lull, and shut his eyes.
    “Please continue,” Peter said.
    “Okay, uh, repeating the question: ‘I can’t comment on that, Mr. Robinson. I can’t say what will happen to you.’
    “Answer: ‘You fucking cops don’t have any prints. I didn’t kill Judy. I don’t have the kind you found.’
    “Question: ‘Do you wish to continue your statement, Mr. Robinson?’
    “Answer: ‘Fuck you. Fuck you. All right, I’ll give you what you want to hear. I stabbed the shit out of Judy. I jumped on her—‘ ”
    The sound of the defendant laughing interrupted Nelson. Robinson swiveled his head around and smiled brazenly, nodding enthusiastically to the jury.
    “Ha! Ha!” he cackled, addressing the court. “Ready for this?”
    Morgan quickly bent toward Robinson to silence him. It was no wonder that he decided to keep Robinson off the stand.
    “I can say anything I fucking want,” Robinson whispered loudly.
    “Mr. Robinson, you will be held in contempt of court if we have any further outburst!” the judge bellowed. “Is that understood?”
    “Yes.” Robinson bowed his head. “Oh-ho, yes.”
    Morgan was rubbing his forehead in discouragement.
    “Continue,” Peter told the detective.
    “ ‘I jumped on her and kept stabbing at her neck and she had her fingers in my eyes, but you don’t fucking need your eyes to stab somebody. I was cutting at her neck and she stopped making those noises and fell sideways on the sofa, and I had to pull her by the hair to get her to sit up so I could keep cutting her. Cut, cut, cut. She was warm. I was getting a lot of the radiation from her now, especially because the television was on Johnny Carson. It was better than coke. I’m talking about L.A. coke, not this lousy East Coast shit. The kind the Bloods and the Crips sell, man, right? Wait till they get to Philly, kill those Dominican dudes. Anyway, I cut her open, right in the heart—it was harder than I thought. I’m telling you this because I’m going to transport myself out of here. I’ve got the technology, that’s what you cops don’t understand. I saw the security camera in the lobby, what goes in can go out… She was all limp and her tongue was hanging out and that gave me a hard-on, her tongue, you see. But I wanted to put it somewhere different—see where I’m coming from? I had the big knife in my coat—‘
    “Question: ‘Where is this weapon now,