NO ONE HAD YET DISCOVERED what the L. stood for in L. Diana Davis. Some said it was something exotic; Lorelei or Letitia. Some said that Davis had stuck the initial in front of her name to add mystique.

  Yuki guessed the L. stood for “lethal.”

  Davis was wearing Chanel for her closing argument: a pink suit with black trim, calling up memories of Jackie Kennedy, although there was nothing of the former president’s wife in Davis’s strident voice.

  “Ladies and gentlemen. You remember what I asked in my opening statement,” she demanded rather than asked. “Where’s the beef? And that’s the bottom line here. Where’s the body? Where’s the DNA? Where’s the confession? Where’s the proof in this case?

  “The prosecution is trying to convince us that a person confesses to a crime and the police have her in custody and they don’t record her confession - and that doesn’t mean anything? They say that there’s no blood evidence and no body - and that doesn’t mean anything either?

  “I’m sorry, folks, but something is wrong here,” Davis said, her hands on the railing of the jury box.

  “Something is very wrong.

  “Dr. Paige, a distinguished psychiatrist, got on the stand and said that in her opinion, Junie Moon falsely confessed because her self-esteem is so low it’s off the charts, and that Ms. Moon wanted to please the police. She also said that in her opinion, ............