POLYBIUS The receptionist buzzed Scott and told him there was a hand-delivered letter for him from the D.A.’s office. Correspondence from the other side of a case on the eve of trial is never good news. He quickly ripped open the envelope and took out a single sheet of paper. It was a supplemental list of witnesses who might be called by the prosecution in the case: a police officer, a detective, and Alisha Mason. Scott’s eyes stopped when he saw the student’s name. He had intended to talk to her at the church, but he’d focused on the adults, and she left before Scott finished eating lunch. Fortunately, he could talk to her after mock trial practice that night. He called Lynn Davenport in the slim hope the D.A. might provide information about the additional police officers. When she answered the phone, Scott didn’t make a vain effort at morning pleasantries. “I received the names of your additional witnesses. What are they going to say?” “You’ll need to ask them,” she said curtly.
