Chapter 55

I lean forward and said a bottle of champagne was left in the suit at the Hyatt where the Harry's were killed. it matched the same lot you purchased at an auction at Butterfield and Butterfield in November nineteen ninety six.

Eugene objected, we know that surely the unfortunate coincidence of my client's taste in champagne doesn't implicate him in the act. he didn't even know the Harrys. that wine could have been purchased anywhere.

it could have, yes however, the registration number on the bottle from the Hyatt matched those from the rest of the lot we uncovered at your home last night.

this is getting absurd Zaddicos said angrily. this sort of bullshit wouldn't even make one of my book s.

hopefully this will be better, then, from under the table, I pulled out the Nordstrom's shopping bag holding the balked up tuxedo pants. I tossed them onto the table in front of everybody you recognize these?"

pants. . . what kind of games are we playing now?