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"My, my, could you make your wording any more vague?"
    "Objection!"
    "Withdrawn. So what did you do then?"
    "I tried the knob. The door was unlocked. I opened it."
    "Really? Why would you do that?"
    "I was concerned."
    "Concerned about what?"
    "There have been cases in which pedophiles have done themselves harm after being caught."
    "Is that a fact? So you were worried that your entrapment might cause my client to attempt suicide?"
    "Something like that, yes."
    Flair put his hand to his chest. "I'm touched."
    "Your Honor!" Portnoi shouted.
    Flair waved him off again. "So you wanted to save my client?"
    "If that was the case, yes, I wanted to stop him."
    "On the air, you've used words like 'pervert,' 'sicko,' 'depraved,' 'monstrous,' and 'scum' to describe those you entrap, is that correct?"
    "Yes."
    "Yet your testimony today is that you were willing to break into his house--in truth, break the law--to save my client's life?"
    "I guess you could say that."
    His voice not only dripped sarcasm but seemed to have spent days marinated in it: "How noble."
    "Objection!"
    "I wasn't being noble," Wendy said. "I prefer to see these men brought to justice, to give the families closure. Suicide is an easy way out."
    "I see. So what happened when you broke into my client's home?"
    "Objection," Portnoi said. "Ms. Tynes said the door was unlocked--"
    "Yes, fine, entered, broke in, whatever pleases Mr. Man over there," Flair said, fists on his hips. "Just stop interrupting. What happened, Ms. Tynes, after you entered "--again stressing the word beyond all measure--"my client's home?"
    "Nothing."
    "My client wasn't trying to harm himself?"
    "No."
    "What was he doing?"
    "He wasn't there."
    "Was anybody, in fact, inside?"
    "No."
    "And that 'movement' you maybe saw?"
    "I don't know."
    Flair nodded, strolled away. "You've testified that you drove to my client's house almost immediately after he ran out with your producer chasing him. Did you really think he'd have time to go back home and set up a suicide?"
    "He would know the fastest route and he had a head start. Yes, I thought there was time."
    "I see. But you were wrong, weren't you?"
    "About what?"
    "My client didn't go straight home, did he?"
    "He did not, that's correct."
    "But you did go into Mr. Mercer's home--before he or the police arrived, correct?"
    "Just for a brief moment."
    "How long is a brief moment?"
    "I'm not sure."
    "Well, you had to check every room, right? To make sure he wasn't swinging from a beam by his belt or something, correct?"
    "I only checked the room with the light on. The kitchen."
    "Which meant you had to, at the very least, cross through the living room. Tell me, Ms. Tynes, what did you do after you discovered that my client wasn't at home?"
    "I went back outside and waited."
    "Waited for what?"
    "The police to show."
    "Did they?"
    "Yes."
    "And they had a warrant to search my client's home, correct?"
    "Yes."
    "And while I realize that your intentions were noble in breaking into my client's home, wasn't there a small part of you that worried about how your entrapment case would hold up?"
    "No."
    "Since that January seventeenth show, you've done an extensive investigation into my client's past. Other than what was found at his home that night by the police, have you found any other solid evidence of illegal activity?"
    "Not yet."
    "I will take that as a no," Flair said. "In short, without the evidence found during the search by the police, you'd have nothing tying my client to anything illegal, isn't that correct?"
    "He showed up at the house that night."
    "The sting house where no underage girl resided. So really, Ms. Tynes, the case--and your, uh, reputation--is all about the materials found in my client's home. Without it, you have nothing. In short, you had the means and a compelling reason for planting that evidence, did you not?"
    Lee Portnoi was up on that one. "Your Honor, this is ridiculous. This argument is for a jury to decide."
    "Ms. Tynes admitted