Wendell Baptiste said to me, in his office, in the March, with that response on the desk between us:

“Mr.

Ocaña, I cannot prove what she did in those five minutes and twenty-three seconds and neither can she, and a jury will give that five minutes to whoever they like better.

“So we are not going to fight about the five minutes.

We are going to fight about the four seconds with her hand in the pocket.”

Part Seventeen: What I Did at Nine O’Clock

She came to the house at about nine on the Monday night to get clothes, and I played her the clips, and it was the worst decision I made in eleven months and I would not make it again.