"Are you aware that you have two other personalities, alters, within you, Ashley?"
"Yes." Her voice was strained. "When did you learn this?"
"Before the trial. Dr. Salem told me about it. I couldn't believe it. I - I still can't believe it. It's - it's to awful."
"You had no previous knowledge of these alters."
"No."
"You had never heard of Toni Prescott or Alette Peters?"
"No!"
"Do you believe now that they exist within you?"
"Yes...I have to believe it. They must have done all these - these horrible things...."
"So you have no recollection of ever having met Richard Melton, you had no motive for killing Dennis Tibble or for killing deputy Sam Blake, who was at your apartment to protect you?"
"That's right." Her eyes swept over the crowded courtroom, and she felt a sense of panic.
"One last question," David said. "Have you ever been in trouble with the law?"
"Never."
David put his hand on hers. "That's all for now." He tamed to Mickey Brennan. "Your witness."
Brennan rose, a big smile on his face. "Well, Miss Patterson, we finally get to talk to all of you. Did you ever, at any time, have sexual intercourse with Dennis Tibble?"
"No."
"Did you ever have sexual intercourse with Richard Melton?"
"No."
"Did you ever, at any time, have sexual intercourse; with deputy Samuel Blake?"
"No."
"That's very interesting." Brennan glanced at the jury. "Because traces of a vaginal discharge were found on the bodies of all three men. The DNA tests matched your DNA."
"I...don't know anything about that."
"Maybe you've been framed. Maybe some fiend got hold of it - "
"Objection! It's argumentative."
"Overruled."
" - and planted it on those three mutilated bodies. Do you have any enemies who would do such a thing to you?"
"I... don't know."
"The FBI's fingerprint lab checked the fingerprints the police found at the scenes of the crimes. And I'm sure this will surprise you - "
"Objection."
"Sustained. Be careful, Mr. Brennan."
"Yes, Your Honor."
Satisfied, David slowly sat down.
Ashley was on the verge of hysteria. "The alters must have - "
"The fingerprints at the scenes of the three murders were yours, and yours alone." Ashley sat there, silent.
Brennan walked over to a table, picked up a butcher knife wrapped in cellophane and held it up. "Do you recognize this?"
"It - it could be one of... one of my - "
"One of your knives? It is. It has already been admitted into evidence. The stains on it match the blood of deputy Blake. Your fingerprints are on this murder weapon." Ashley was mindlessly shaking her head from side to side.
"I've never seen a clearer case of cold-blooded murder or a more feeble defense. Hiding behind two nonexistent, imaginary characters is the most - "
David was on his feet again. "Objection."
"Sustained. I've already warned you, Mr. Brennan."
"Sorry, Your Honor."
Brennan went on. "I'm sure that the jury would like to meet the characters you're talking about. You are Ashley Patterson, correct?"
"Yes..."
"Fine. I would like to talk to Toni Prescott."
"I...I can't bring her out."
Brennan looked at her in surprise. "You can't? Really? Well, then, how about Alette Peters?"
Ashley shook her head despairingly. "I...don't control them."
"Miss Patterson, I'm trying to help you," Brennan said. "I want to show the jury your alters who killed and mutilated three innocent men. Bring them out!"
"I...I can't." She was sobbing.
"You can't because they don't exist! You're hiding behind phantoms. You're the only one sitting in that box, and you're the only one who's guilty. They don't exist, but you do, and I'll tell you what else exists - irrefutable, undeniable proof that you murdered three men and cold-bloodedly emasculated them." He turned to Judge Williams. "Your Honor, the state rests."
David turned to look at the jury. They were all staring at Ashley and their faces were filled with repulsion. Judge Williams turned to David. "Mr. Singer?" David rose. "Your Honor, I would like permission to have the defendant hypnotized so that - "
Judge Williams said curtly, "Mr. Singer, I warned you before that I will not have this trial turned into a sideshow. You can't hypnotize her in my courtroom. The answer is no."
David said fiercely, "You have to let me do this. You don't know how important."
"That's enough, Mr. Singer." Her voice was ice. "I'm citing you a second time for contempt. Do you want to reexamine the witness or don't you?"
David stood there, frustrated. "Yes, Your Honor." He walked over to the witness box. "Ashley, you know you're under oath?"
"Yes." She was taking deep breaths, fighting to control herself.
"And everything you've said is the truth as you know it?"
"Yes."
"You know that there are two alters in your mind and body and soul who you have no control over?"
"Yes."
"Toni and Alette?"
"Yes."
"You didn't commit any of those terrible murders?"
"No."
"One of them did, and you're not responsible." Eleanor looked at Brennan questioningly, but he smiled and shook his head. "Let him hang himself," he whispered.