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David Brown had tripped himself up again and again, and now he accused McLean and Newell of playing word games with him. He could not explain why he had left Cinnamon in prison while he lived with the woman he had just said murdered his "beloved wife." He could not explain why he continued to live with that woman he called a murderess. He could not explain why he would bring his parents to live with a murderess. He was not even sure if he had had "love" or "s.e.x" with Patti.

Newell and McLean had spun the spinner, and he had lost his balance.

The screen went fuzzy. The interview was over.

1 he tape that Gary Pohlson feared lingered in the minds of everyone who had seen and heard it. The courtroom was quiet, save for the sound of David Brown scuffling his feet nervously beneath his chair.

The Steinhart tapes were next. The jurors were handed new transcripts. David Brown now had to listen to his good friend "Goldie" and himself as they plotted the deaths of an unnamed prosecutor and an unnamed prosecutor's investigator, as well as the murder of the "girl upstairs."



From the "Birdcage" tape to maneuverings to get money to fund the "hits" to the last tape where Steinhart a.s.sured David Brown that his enemies were dead, the jurors and gallery scarcely s.h.i.+fted in their squeaking chairs.

Tapes 12A and B, 13A and B, 14A and B, 15A and B. Hours of cunning plans.

From time to time, David shook his head slightly or wrote on the yellow pad in front of him. The jurors heard of his escape plan, of his belief that it didn't matter if two deputies died because David figured he was "worth more than they are." And when he got the word on the day before Valentine's Day that the DA's men were dead, the jurors heard David Brown say, "You did great. . . wonderful, you're a good man. . . . G.o.d, I love you, Richard."

As the tapes played, Jeoff Robinson sat with his back to the jury and Jay Newell looked down at the table in front of him. Neither knew if the jurors realized that David's designated targets were, at this moment, in the courtroom. Their names were carefully "whited out" of the transcripts.

The men David wanted dead might well have been any prosecutor, and any investigator.

The descriptions David gave to Steinhart were way off ^nyway. And Newell, for this trial, had shaved his mustache. He smiled faintly as he heard himself described as "looks like a big ugly rata"has an ugly mustache; yeah, we'll call him Ugly Mustache."

And through this long afternoon of listening to tapes about murder for hire, Steinhart emerged as something of a comedian. David had never detected it, but the jurors and the gallery did. Steinhart's breezy style, his deft manipulation of the "boss," were, at times, hilarious.

Suddenly, there was a great gap in the continuity of the trial. A year ago, Gary Pohlson and his wife had bought tickets for a Hawaiian vacationa"to begin on May 20,1990. David Brown's trial has been delayed so often, at his own request, that his new attorney's vacation now coincided with his court dates. Everyone concerned had waited for the defendant; now Brown would have to wait for eleven days while Pohlson went on vacation.

No one familiar with California trials seemed surprised. Department 30 would be "dark" until the day after Memorial Day.

The trial began again on May 29 with more tapes featuring Steinhart and David Brown. And finally, on May 30, Robinson announced, "There are no more tapes." A witness more familiar to a murder trial took the stand. Martin Harry Breen, a criminalist, did the toxicological examination of the blood sample drawn from Cinnamon Brown on March 19, 1985. He testified that a blood screen for alcohol proved negativea"as did a.n.a.lysis for barbiturates, sedatives, hypnotics, PCP, opiates, cocaine or its metabolites. Breen explained that he found propoxyphenea""an a.n.a.lgesic used in Darvon or Darvocet. It's a mild painkiller."

"Can it be toxic?" Robinson asked.

"It can be lethal." "What was the quant.i.ty in Cinnamon Brown?"

"Six-tenths of a microgram per milliliter."

"Was this a therapeutic dose?"

"Generally, it is not. It is above the therapeutic level, which would normally be one one-hundredth to three-tenths micrograms per milliliter."

"What would six-tenths mean?"

". . . It would be either toxic or lethal."

"Call Richard Steinhart!"

Richard Steinhart, larger than life, filled the courtroom with his presence. He wore a black T-s.h.i.+rt, jeans, and a black leather vest, and his long hair, goatee, and mustache were all black and luxuriant. His tattoos were the only touch of color.

Steinhart stood at attention, shoulders back, to be sworn, then swung himself into the witness chair with one powerful arm. There was a crackling vibrancy about him, this witness so familiar already because his voice had filled the courtroom for days.

"How many times have you been in the Orange County Jail?" Robinson asked.

"Two or three times."

"What was the nature of your offense?"

"Probation violation on a drug charge."

"Was Christmas Eve, 1988, your first time in jail?"

"That was the first time."

Steinhart explained that he had used cocaine, eventually a thousand-dollar-a-day habit, for twelve years.

"You stopped?"

"Yes, sir ... a little over a year ago. Since May 14,1989,1 have had no drugs or alcohol."

Steinhart explained that he rode with an "outlaw" motorcycle club and became privy to information on a triple murder in 1980. The FBI approached him in 1983 about being a witness. He agreed. He was now waiting to testify in that triala"also in Orange County.

"Why did you go into jail on Christmas Eve, 1988?"

Robinson never attempted to paint Steinhart as less than notorious.

"My girlfriend and I were visiting her mother. She didn't think I was appropriate for the young lady, so she called the cops."

"Did you look like you look now?" Robinson asked with a grin.

"Worsea"I cleaned up today."

Steinhart, at Robinson's urging, described meeting David Brown in the Orange County Jail. David was absolutely fascinated. He showed more interest in Steinhart's testimony than he had in any other thus far in the trial.

Steinhart recalled David's awe at his impromptu martial arts demonstration. "He said, 'That was really great. How did you do that?' We'd sit alone at the table, and we started talkinga"about my war stories, my past. ... He told me he was being railroaded; he wanted to know how you get someone out of jail. ... He was quite well-off. He told me about his coin collection, his stamp collection, his jewelry, his safes, his monies.... He said, 'In case things go sour, what would it cost me to get out of jail? . . . How much hits would cost.. ."

Even though the subject was chilling, Steinhart was funny. "I'd get uncomfortable talking about it," he said. "I didn't need no witnesses. The other inmates were a bunch of rats, looking for a way to make a deal. Also, we were in a PC [protective custody] tank. I was supposed to be testifying against the Hessians. . . ."

"Ever avoid the DA?" Robinson asked.

"Every chance I got."

"Did you intend to testify?"

"No way."

"Why?"

"I'm breathing, aren't I? ... I was being held as a material witness so I wouldn't fly. I'm in that PC tank with h.o.m.os, child abusers, molesters, and snitchesa"the cream of the crop."

"What's a snitch?"

"A person who gathers information to help their case. See, there's two kinds of rats. Number one is people who make stuff up, and number two is the vulture type who preys on the weak, depressed guys after they've been in jail about two or three days. You want your mommy and you tell what you've done;"

Steinhart explained that he meant to keep to himself, but that he had become involved with David Brown because of the promise of a half a million dollars^ "What did you intend to do for that"?"

"I was to help him escape for fifty thousand dollars. I fully intended to do so, If he'd given me the half million dollars up front, I would have let him rot; ... If he gave it to me in bits and pieces, I'd have done it. . . . He asked me to terminate Bailey. He came to be quite concerned that Patti had given some damaging testimony at some other trial [the preliminary hearing], ... He went to court quite oftena"he told me Bailey damaged him. He had no problem with Cinnamon's testimony, but he was afraid Bailey's would give him the gas chamber. . . . Bailey had to be terminated, and I told him I could have it done."

Robinson asked if there were other requests, and Steinhart nodded.

"To terminate the investigators. David's case was deteriorating all around him. He told me the DA was really trying to screw hfm and f.u.c.k with him. He thought. .. if he got rid of the DA and the investigator, their replacements wouldn't be able to catch up 'cause these two had been in on it from the beginning."

Steinhart was enjoying his own ferocious act. He had the usually enigmatic jury enthralled. He thought, he said, that he was getting out of jail when he left the Orange County Jail, but he had found himself in another jail. "I expected to get out and go live in Brown's house and have a car with monies in ita"six hundred dollars for two drop guns for the escape. Great bunch of guys you are!" He teased Robinson about the "fine accommodations you folks set up for me."

He testified about how the tapes with David were made, beginning with the body wire in the Birdcage. David looked embarra.s.sed and annoyed.

And then, suddenly, when Steinhart had been on the stand for about an hour, he seemed to have trouble tracking Robinson's questions. He threw up his arms and tossed his head. It appeared, at first, that the testimony had distressed him.

Was this another act?

But Robinson called for a recess so that Steinhart could take his medication. A pretty blond woman who wore a headband of feathers and a jean jacket came from the gallery to help him. He was very ill, and it was not an act.

With Steinhart's permission, Robinson asked him about his condition when the trial resumed. "I've been up at Lake Elsinore, at the Lincoln Christian Fellows.h.i.+p. I've been praising Jesus. I got married on April twentieth, and then I got sicker and sicker. I found out four weeks ago that I was HIV positive. Nine days ago, I found out that I have full-blown AIDS. I take AZTa"the docs just doubled my dose."

There was a real sense of loss in the room. So far in the trial, this bombastic biker was the runaway favorite. After a lunch break, a more subdued Steinhart took the stand.

It was difficult for Pohlson to cross-examine Steinhart because he agreed amiably to every negative thrown his way. Yes, David had felt the "DA was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g him."

"Which hit was first discussed?"

"I believe Patti.... He said Patti lied. She framed him. David was upset with the way the DA was treating him. I believe, first the escape, then Patti, then the twoa"the DA and the investigator."

"Was Mr. Brown scareda"nervous?" Pohlson asked.

"Very much so."

"He thinks he's going to get the gas chamber for something he didn't do?"

"Yes."

Pohlson wanted to show that Steinhart got "favors" from the DA for his cooperation with them. He read through a rap sheet showing that Steinhart was arrested in 1986 and released, and again in 1987 when he did some jail timea" both times for possession of cocaine.

"Oh, yeah ... I pleaded guilty to a felony. I got three years probation and seven days in jail."

"Any other conditions?"

"I must testify in the other case. Truthfully. So I lied to them and said I would. I had a habit of not showing up. I just wanted out. The only thing on my mind was to get more drugs."

"Did you geta"or expecta"favors for helping the authorities?"

". . . It worked beforea"I got out. This time, it didn't work. . .."

On redirect, Robinson asked if David wanted to get rid of Patti's testimony, get rid of the "two gentlemen," to keep the case from going sour. "Was Mr. Brown desperate?"

"Yes."

"Was he in control?"

"He had his faculties."

". .. You lied [before] to get out and get dope?"

"That's right," Steinhart agreed readily.

"You have any reason to lie now? Any charges pending?"

"No."

Pohlson had another crack at Steinhart, but questioning him was akin to wrestling a teddy bear. He wouldn't disagree and he wouldn't fight back.

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