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refresh your memory to look at a picture that shows that very thing?”
    â€œNo. Because I just looked at those pictures. They don’t show that.”
    The photo in Will’s hand was taken to the clerk and marked as an exhibit and handed to the officer on the stand.
    â€œLook at the picture. Look very closely. Look through what is on the surface and look deep into the picture…deep into the photograph,” Will said.
    â€œI’m sorry, but this is absurd, Your Honor,” the prosecutor blurted out. “This is starting to sound like some kind of cheap parlor trick—maybe defense counsel would like to hypnotize the officer into seeing something that isn’t in that picture.”
    But the judge was not looking at the lawyers, he was looking at the witness. And the officer had changed his expression as he was looking at the photo.
    â€œDoes that photo portray something different than your recollection, officer?” the judge asked.
    â€œNot exactly, but…” the officer responded.
    The prosecutor was on his feet again, but before he could say anything the judge reached over and grabbed the photograph from the witness and looked at it himself.
    â€œThere’s nothing here, Mr. Chambers,” the judge said, “that shows your client at all. All I see is a group of the other protestors sitting in front of the doors of the clinic.”
    â€œYour Honor,” Will said, and now his voice was calm and deliberate, “look at the glass—the reflection in the plate-glass window of the clinic—not at the people sitting in the foreground of the photo, but into the glass…”
    The judge stared at the photo, and then silently passed it back to the witness. The officer’s shoulders slightly slumped. There was a little turning-up at one corner of his mouth, as if he were trying not to smile nervously.
    â€œOfficer,” Will continued, “an overcast day that day?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œA lot of reflection on the glass—almost like a mirror?”
    â€œYes, counselor, that would be one way to describe it.”
    â€œAnd that reflection in the glass of the window shows—faintly perhaps, but clearly enough—it shows my client, red suspenders and all, standing off in the distance with his hands held over his head, and papers in them?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œAnd there is someone else in the reflection of that glass, approaching him?”
    â€œYes, counselor, there is.”
    â€œWho is that?”
    â€œThat’s me, I think, in that reflection, coming up behind him…I guess to arrest him. While he was standing up.”
    â€œAnd certainly not obstructing the doorway?”
    â€œNo. To be honest, I guess not.”
    The prosecutor wisely decided not to attempt the hopeless task of trying to rehabilitate his witness. He waived any redirect examination.
    That is when Judge Ramington gave a short and dispassionate explanation for his decision to dismiss all of the criminal charges in the case of United States of America vs. William Tinney Heftland.
    Will and Tiny walked out of the courtroom together. Tiny gave him a huge bear hug while Will fought back a little embarrassment in front of the court personnel walking by in the halls.
    â€œOh, man, I owe you big-time,” Tiny said. “I don’t just mean paying my bill. I will do that. But if there is some way I can repay you. Some favor—anything.” He was beaming.
    â€œSure,” Will said. He was smiling too. Then Will hooked one of Tiny’s suspenders with his finger and pulled on it. “Lucky suspenders.”
    â€œYou got that right!” Tiny said and strode off with a big wave.
    Will turned around to leave. He noticed the fragile-looking woman with the little baby’s feet pin, standing in the hallway, smiling at him and waving. He thought he heard her say something like “praying for you” again. Will gave her a half-wave