Charles approached Miss Honey. An obvious ploy by the Prosecution playing dirty.

"What is your name again? It doesn't seen to be on the dossier listing you as the prosecution's key witness."

"Like I was your key witness?" MIss Honey asked with obvious rhetoric.

The Prosecutor stiffled a laugh.

"I'm sorry. But do you understand that you are under oath and perjury is a felony," said Charles.

"I'm telling the truth. I am also your key witness."

Laughter all around. Even Harry found it hilarious.

Judge didn't. " Let me remind you that this is a murder trial, with the man facing death. A man that is on death row. As his life hangs in the balance you all joke around? This is no time for this fairy-tale joking in my courtroom. Next laugh I hear I will hold the person in contempt and have your ass thrown in jail."

Laughter ceased.

Judge chimmed in. "Charles is right. I don't see a Miss Honey on the list."

"You're right," said the Prosecutor, standing up. "But you granted us permission to use her, respectively, you're honor."

Charles said, "State your name."

Miss Honey stood up and smiled at Marcus. "My name is Dime West."

Complete pandemonium.

Harry jumped up to his feet.

"What? Dad? You can't be...?

Dime grinned. "But call me Square for short. Marcus and I were in a full fledged relationship...that is until he repeatedly raped the manhood out of me because I killed Lou so many years ago when I wasn't in my right mind."

Marcus covered his face.

It was all over.

Dime handed the judge a letter that Marcus wrote him.

"That is written in Marcus's handwriting. Threatening me if I didn't lie for him like I had as Dime, the masculine dude, a few days ago."

"Court is in recess..." said Judge Hills.

Imagine my surprise when a tall transsexual entered the courtroom and was called to the stand by the Alana McCrary. She was glowing this morning. Clad in a black knee length dress with a thin red satin coat, her heels clicked against the floor as she got together her bearings.

After nodding at Judge Harper Hills, the bailiff began. "Raise your right hand, place your left on the Bible."

The well dressed transsexual did what she was told.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole and nothing but the truth. So help you, God."

"Sure..." Her voice was a bit raspy, but then again it was 8:45 am.

"You may be seated."

She sat down, tucking her dress under her thighs.

Marcus seemed confused. He tapped his lawyer and leaned over to him. "Who in the fuck is that?" Marcus asked.

"The hell if I know. Just relax. I got this."

"Like you had when one of my letters made it into evidence to be used against me."

Charles grinned slyly. "Shhh..."

Alana said, "State your name."

"Dime West."

"We brought you back for further questioning. I do apologize for the inconvenience."

Harry looked at his glamorous daddy. Hard to believe that he used to be a seasoned police chief that was never emotionally there for his son Harry.

"Ok."

Marcus refused to give in, even though in his heart he knew he was getting the death penalty. The chair.

"Tell the court some of the things Marcus had you do while in prison together. "

"He had me servicing several married male corrections officers. He stored dope in my rectum. He repeatedly beat me to a pulp and banged me on the floor in my own blood. He punished me for killing Lou, my son's dead lover."

Marcus was done. After taking a deep breath, he looked up into Harry's cold eyes.

"So you fucked my daddy, Marcus? You beat him, abused him and passed him around like he meant nothing?"

Marcus refused to look up.

Alana smiled. Victory. "No further questions."