Archive for January, 2010

"Looks Like I'm Out of Judges"

Monday, January 25th, 2010

I haven’t been blogging because of my schedule. Too much work, not enough time. The end is in sight though. Or rather, the end was in sight. I was supposed to start a six or seven day felony trial this morning, and my schedule looked pretty bearable after that.

The case is in Maricopa County Superior Court, and it’s assigned to the master calendar. I’ve complained about RCC before. The master calendar isn’t much better. Whereas RCC seems designed to make sure most lawyers appear lost at all times prior to an indictment, the master calendar seems designed to rush every case to trial after an indictment without letting the parties see the same judge twice. I haven’t figure out why anyone would want the parties to see a new judge every time, but that seems to be the goal, and the folks at the superior court are doing a bang-up job.

I was supposed to show up in front of the presiding judge at 8:00 a.m. this morning to get it set in front of a trial judge and begin trial. I was early, but the prosecutor got stuck in traffic. I got to watch some motions to continue by defense lawyers and motions to dismiss by the state. The first case or two that was actually ready for trial got assigned to a judge. A few after that got assigned to commissioners. By the time I was ready to go, the presiding judge said he was out of judges and reset the trial for tomorrow. Same place, same time.

It feels kind of nice to have some free time, but I’m a little pissed I worked so hard this weekend to make sure I was completely prepared to go today. I would’ve loved to have relaxed on Saturday morning instead of spending that time reviewing the state’s exhibits again. I’m in a trial kind of mood, and that’s a hard mood to change. I really hope trial goes tomorrow. If I get up at the same time, put on another suit, make the same commute, and show up in the same courtroom only to get my hopes dashed again, I’m not going to be happy. I do wonder, however, how long it’s going to take before my life begins feeling a little bit like Groundhog Day.

Trial Reflections

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

I spent last week in trial. My client was charged with one count of aggravated assault. If he had been convicted and the state proved his priors and its allegation that he was on probation, he faced ten to fifteen years. The theory of the state’s case was that my client kicked his live-in girlfriend in the face five or six times, causing her “temporary but substantial disfigurement.” The jury acquitted my client after a four-day trial and an hour of deliberation. Like any trial, it was an interesting experience. A few things stood out though.

I only had the case for about ninety days, and I was the client’s fifth or sixth lawyer, depending on whether you count his third (and last) public defender. I know his first two public defenders pretty well, and I could tell from the file that they really worked his case. They are great lawyers, and he was lucky to have them. Unfortunately, he didn’t agree. He filed some documents with the court saying not-so-nice things about the public defender’s office and his first lawyer in particular.

My client’s friend only brought him one shirt for trial, and I didn’t find that out until the second day of trial. My office is an hour from court. My house is even farther. Knowing the public defender had trial clothes for defendants, I asked if I could borrow a shirt. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, but I did. I’ve had appointed clients complain about me being a “public pretender” in letters and pro per pleadings, and I’ve never taken it personally. People tend to undervalue what they don’t pay for themselves. I’d have given any of them a shirt. Not doing that just inconveniences their next attorney.

Well, the public defender felt differently. The receptionist was okay with me perusing their wardrobe, but the public defender herself came up and asked me who was going to get the clothes. Not just a public defender, but the public defender, the county official in charge of the office. She told me she would not let my client wear one of her office’s shirts because he “dissed” one of her lawyers. I got to spend a morning recess shopping for my client.

I’d consider the public defender who got the brunt of my client’s ire a friend. We’ve even discussed the case over beers. He later told me he would have gotten me a shirt if I’d asked him. Does anyone think I was wrong asking his office for a shirt? Does anyone think the public defender was right refusing to give me one?

Another thing that stood out was my conversation with jurors after trial. Win or lose, I haven’t had much luck with jurors wanting to talk after trial. These jurors were different, and what they told me increased my faith in juries.

All of the jurors said the case came down to reasonable doubt. They doubted the victim’s story, they doubted the physical evidence in the case, and they doubted the police investigation. It made me feel good that they actually thought about the burden of proof and the fact the state had to prove my client guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. After a 2009 with nonsensical and even internally inconsistent verdicts for and against me, it made me happy to hear from smart jurors who clearly took their duties seriously.

Finally, the trial made me think about risk tolerance. On the first day of trial, the prosecutor offered my client a plea to time served. My client could have walked out of jail that day, but he rejected the offer. He spent three extra days in custody during trial and risked spending a decade or more in prison. The gamble paid off for him in the end, but it wasn’t always clear it would. The victim recanted prior to trial, but she eventually recanted her recantation. Over a plethora of objections, the prosecutor even admitted into evidence a letter from my client telling her what to say. Some of the time, my case looked downright ugly.

I can honestly say I would have taken the plea. Innocent or not, I would’ve done it. No doubt about it. I don’t mind risk, but in my client’s situation, it would’ve been too much. I firmly believe there is no such thing as a guaranteed winner at trial. Should I trust the system more? Would any of you have done what my client did?

Adventures in Expert-Land

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

I used an expert voice analyst in one of my cases last year. I’ve been thinking about writing about the experience for a while, as it left me with grave doubts about the supposed science of voice elimination. For some reason, I started thinking about it again over the holidays and finally decided to write something. It seemed like a good way to kick off the new year and get back to blawging.

The case involved an extensive, multi-jurisdictional wiretapping investigation. My client was accused of conspiring to purchase drugs and using a wire communication to facilitate a felony drug crime. He claimed it wasn’t him on the phone. We wanted to use an expert to eliminate my client as a potential match for the voice on the recording.

I inherited the case from another defense attorney who had already gotten the court to appoint a forensic voice expert. I contacted that expert, but it turned out he was unable to handle the case. When I asked him for recommendations, he gave me a few names. I did a fair amount of research on my own and ended up settling on one of those experts.

The man I hired had an incredible resume, and I got a good feeling speaking with him on the phone. He was extremely professional and seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I could see why he came so highly recommended.

I sent the expert the recordings he was supposed to analyze as well as the notes and synopsis of the agent who was listening in on the calls. I thought that would help him navigate through the conversation. I also described to him on the phone and via email what my client was alleged to have said in the conversation in question.

When he sent me the exemplars he wanted my client to read, he only indicated that I should contact his office to set up a time for my client to perform them. They were very simple exemplars, mostly single words like “yeah” or “alright.” It wasn’t a verbatim transcript of what my client allegedly said, but it was close. The exemplars included words that both speakers used as well as one phrase only the speaker not alleged to be my client used. I believed the expert was using that to compare my client’s voice to a known negative.

My client performed the exemplars as planned, and I received the expert’s report. It was inconclusive but suggested my client was somehow altering his voice to avoid a match.

The expert’s “aural evaluation” noted inconsistency relative to pitch and syllable and consonant production. Basically, he thought the frequency of my client’s voice varied too much. To him, that suggested my client was trying to disguise his voice.

The “spectrographic evaluation,” which the expert claimed measured variables people could not manipulate, showed consistency between my client and the unknown speaker. That portion of the report seemed very scientific, with exhibits, charts, and complex computer-generated representations. The visual comparisons looked very similar.

Basically, the portion of the test that most people would trust as being scientific and therefore infallible showed a match. That was the portion the expert claimed my client could not affect by altering his voice. The portion of the test he could affect showed inconsistent speech, indicating deception.

Here’s the problem: I believed my client when he insisted it wasn’t him. I thought the voice on the recording sounded nothing like my client, and I heard him perform the exemplars and thought he read them exactly how he normally spoke. He has a very distinctive voice and speaking style, but it didn’t seem like he was disguising anything.

I spoke with the expert and tried to figure out how certain he was about the spectrographic analysis. He was pretty sure. I explained my concerns and mentioned my client’s insistence that it wasn’t him.

At some point in the conversation, we discussed the exemplars. I asked whether the results might be different if he used a verbatim transcript of the conversation for comparison. I asked him if the known negative he included in the exemplars also showed a match on the spectrograph.

The mood of the expert changed completely when I asked that second question. He told me there was no known negative. My mood changed too. I think we both realized at the same time what had happened: he did the analysis on the wrong speaker.

It took us a little while to figure out how he ended up doing the analysis on the other voice. It turned out that a portion on the reviewer’s notes from the prosecutor’s disclosure inverted the known speaker’s name and the unidentified voice alleged to be my client. That erroneous portion was what the expert relied on in determining which voice he was supposed to identify. The mix-up wasn’t clear from the exemplars because each of the speakers said such similar things in the short conversation.

I felt like a moron. The expert was not happy. More than anything, he seemed extremely concerned with the whole situation. His report may have been inconclusive, but if he was the prosecution’s expert witness at trial, his testimony probably would’ve been more than enough to convince a jury that the speaker was my client and he just disguised his voice to avoid a match. I don’t think that fact was lost on him.

The expert agreed to redo the test, and we started the whole process over again. The second time, however, the expert’s finding was a probable elimination. According to his second report, the unknown speaker in all likelihood was not my client.

The experience left me very skeptical about voice identification. It made me wonder if other supposedly scientific technologies that make their way into the courtroom are as problematic. I wasn’t shocked when I read this report from the NAS on issues with forensic analysts. If my expert, a world-renowned expert in his field, got a false match, why should I trust a government employee with the minimum training and college science credits necessary for the job?

As a lawyer, I’m used to dealing with gray areas. After a long day of answering every question with “maybe” or “it depends,” it would be nice to know I have a scientific expert who can tell me “yes” or “no.” Other lawyers probably feel the same way. Most lawyers, prosecutors and defense attorneys alike, are comforted by the idea of a detached scientific expert making their case with an unambiguous answer. We should be more skeptical.

In the end, the case against my client got dismissed prior to trial. The case was weak to begin with, and the expert’s second report was the final nail in the coffin. I was a little surprised the prosecutor ultimately trusted the expert’s report, but maybe she just really wanted a definite answer. She’s one of the fairest and most experienced prosecutors I work with regularly, so it may be that the report, while not perfect, was just enough to give her a reasonable doubt. She could have had a field day with him at trial.

Maybe the thrill of science-like evidence hadn’t faded for her. Maybe she listened to the recording again and compared it to my client’s manner of speech. It was so clearly not him that I still think the case should have been dead in the water a lot earlier. Instead, we used an expert whose expert technology almost got a match for the wrong guy. Are we so enamored with science in the courtroom that we abandon our own ears and common sense in favor marginally-accurate technology? No need to respond, I know the answer.

My client was out of custody and suffered no negative consequences as a result of the mix-up. He was pretty stunned by the whole expert debacle and thinking about my conversations with him ultimately convinced me to post this. He was happy to be done with the case, and so was I.

Although the case is over now, I doubt I’ll quit thinking about the experience. I know I’ll never look at any expert the same way.

Arpaio Set to Music

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010

For your amusement, here’s a little song someone wrote about Sheriff Joe:

(H/T Kris and Bob)