He stands and slams the table again. "If you knew there was a witness why the hell didn't you bring him forward?" His face suddenly looks like it's sunburned.
"I wrote about her in my journal, but..."
"Oh for God's sake, are you trying to make a fool of me?"
Renata lowers her gaze and hands the judge pages from her journal. "No, not at all, your honor, I would encourage you to read my journal pages, pages that I ripped out of the journal, pages that I vowed I would never make public. Then I think you will understand. That writing carefully lays out my cousin's last hour."
"I am not going to read any damn new pages. Tell me what is contained here."
The judge, ignoring the sheriff, takes his eyeglasses out of his breast pocket and picks up the journal pages and begins to read. Renata interrupts right away. "I guess I don't have to point out to you that the yellowed paper, the ink, the slant of the handwriting, perfectly match that of my journal."
"Where are you going?"
"The convent, of course."