prosecutor Michael Nolan is warning the jury in 302 as he points at defendant Leslie McGee.McGee watches Nolan studiously as he continues with his opening statement. There’s a pen in her hand, a legal pad on the table in front of her. Her pigtails frame a bright-eyed, cherubic face. Winnie the Pooh, hunched above one breast pocket of her jumper, is gazing at the clutch of balloons above the other breast pocket. McGee also has on a white blouse, crew socks stretched halfway up her calves, and green tennis shoes. She’s an average-sized eighteen-year-old. She was sixteen when she shot the cabbie in the head with the .357.Nolan reads the jury the climactic passage of McGee’s confession: “I said, ‘God bless you,’ and a couple other words that I don’t remember. Then I gave him a peck on the cheek and I shot him.” “Where did you shoot him?” “Somewhere in his head.” “And how did you know that you shot him?” “Because he gasped and his eyes opened wide.”With those “chilling”
