It was annoying to the eye, but Assistant State Attorney Benno Jancowitz left things just the way they were. Any time he hammered out a deal with a witness who was willing to turn state’s evidence, he didn’t like his guests to get too comfortable. Seated across the table from the prosecutor was Hugo Zamora, three hundred pounds’ worth of criminal defense lawyer with a voice that boomed. At his side was a nervous Dr. Marsh. The desktop was clear, save for the one-page proffer of testimony that had been prepared by Zamora. Typed on the proffer were the exact words that the doctor would utter to a grand jury, assuming that the prosecutor would agree to grant him immunity from prosecution. Jancowitz pretended to read over the proffer one last time, drumming his fingers as his eyes moved from left to right, line by line. Finally, he looked up and said, “I’m not impressed.” “We’re certainly open to negotiation,”
