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see … Melody Scott. Said she had a pop every time the ax hit home. What’s that, an orgasm?”
    â€œMust be what they call them in Texas. But she was lying. Bragging.”
    â€œShe was?”
    â€œMurderers in a frenzy don’t take a break to concentrate on having orgasms. It’s myth anyway, multiple orgasms. One, and your heart’s pounding, your muscles are contracting, and you have to struggle to catch your breath. A few in a row would blow the top of your head off.”
    â€œWant to get in a frenzy and try?”
    I picked up the file from his lap and looked. A change had come over Joe. We had nice frenzied sex there on the sofa. On the sofa and on the floor too, and during some of it we were apparently airborne. But I couldn’t concentrate. I faked the orgasm. Joe didn’t mind, though, because he said he never knows the difference anyway and because I told him it can be fun to fake an orgasm. One time we were making love and he started making all these noises and doing God knows what and I asked him what was going on and he told me he was faking an orgasm. I laughed so hard I had hiccups for an hour. I do enjoy this man.
    Now Joe went off to my bed. I put my Victoria’s Secrets back on and read a little more of the report. The little more I read was unbelievable. I went into my bedroom and got in with Joe. I felt bad waking him.
    â€œJoe?”
    â€œWhat, baby?”
    â€œYou faking sleep?”
    â€œYes.”
    I put on the bedside lamp. “Joe, the jury sentenced Rona Leigh to death rather than life in prison because of the testimony of the prosecutor’s key witness”—I waved a paper I’d brought with me in front of his face—“a forensic physician. What the hell is that?”
    â€œNo such animal. You’re either a pathologist or a coroner.”
    â€œThat’s what I always thought. This expert witness said … let’s see … he said, ‘Diabolical effort and determination was necessary in order for the accused to keep pulling the ax out of Melody Scott’s chest in order to swing it again and again and again.’
    â€œNow get this, Joe. When Rona Leigh’s defender questioned him as to how she managed to do such a thing, considering her weight and condition, he said glee gave her the strength, rather than muscle. Glee. Now there’s a forensic determination.”
    I noticed Joe’s eyes were shut.
    â€œCan I tell you more thing?”
    He mumbled, “Sure.”
    â€œThe forensic physician topped off his testimony by telling the court that the evidence wasn’t entirely circumstantial. That Rona Leigh’s odor was still on the ax handle.”
    His eyes opened. He said, “Objection,” and then he closed them again.
    â€œI certainly hope there was an objection. Even so, the jury got to hear what he said.”
    Jurors love doctors. They love expert coroners hired by the prosecution. They admire what they think is scientific evidence. That’s because they flunked high school chemistry just like the lawyers. People go into law because they can’t figure out the business end of a Bunsen burner. But here was a new one on me. A physician testifying in a court of law, under oath, that a killer’s odor was left on the evidence.
    â€œJoe, pretrial, the public defender sent a letter to my lab when it was under the direction of my predecessor, may he die of leprosy. The defender wanted to know if someone of his client’s height, body weight, and physical condition was capable of committing the crime. He’d seen what I saw tonight on TV. A copy of the letter is in the fucking file, and it’s stamped INADEQUATE PROCEDURE . The original was returned unanswered, unless you count a rubber stamp as an answer. Son of a bitch.”
    Joe patted my thigh with the strength of an ant. I let him sleep.
    The crime lab had been an ongoing travesty for a very long