THE BAILIFF CALLED MY NAME and I got up from the bench in the hallway, stiff-armed the double doors of the vestibule to the courtroom, and strode up the aisle. Heads turned as I approached the witness stand. And I was reminded again that the case against Junie Moon would hang in large part on my testimony. And that L. Diana Davis was going to do her best to crush me.

  I swore to tell the truth and took my seat, and my good friend Yuki asked me preliminary questions, setting up my time and grade as a police officer.

  Then she asked, “Sergeant Boxer, did you interview the defendant on April nineteenth?”

  “Yes. Inspector Richard Conklin and I first interviewed her in her house, and then later at the southern division of the SFPD, on the third floor of this building.

  “Did she seem afraid or anxious or intimidated?”

  “Actually, no. She seemed quite comfortable. In fact, she agreed to come to the Hall for questioning.”

  “At that time, did you ask her about Michael Campion?”

  “We did.”

  “And what was her response?” Yuki asked.

  “At first she told us that she had never met Michael Campion. Approximately two hours later, she asked us to shut off the video camera.”

  “And what happened after that?”

  In answer to Yuki’s questions, I told the jury what Junie had told............