But it wasn’t. His father was being remarkably calm and self-assured. He had Judge Norville eating out of his hand. That was half the battle. When DiPaulo finished his questions, Greene shifted his gaze to Angela Kreitinger. He’d been sneaking glimpses at her all through his father’s testimony. The woman was tightly wound, and he could see her mounting frustration because his father was doing well on the stand. “Do you think Kreitinger is going to cross-examine my dad?” Greene had asked DiPaulo down in the cells during the lunch break. DiPaulo had smiled. “Angie? She can’t help herself. Just watch.” Greene watched Kreitinger walk to the lectern. She seemed to be limping a bit. Her lips were tight with determination as she opened her binder. “Mr. Greene, you told Mr. DiPaulo that if your son is released you’ll make sure he follows each and every condition of his bail.” “Of course.” “Because you understand it is important to follow the law.” “Without law we have chaos.”
