Lucinda pulls into the driveway and rings the doorbell.
"Hello!" says Lucinda. "Is this the Swan residence?"
It's... kind of close! A little!
He's not very good at standards.
[Ask her flat out if she's Delaney Hammond Jr.'s lawyer, before you even identify yourself,] Bella advises. [Even if Charlie sent her, and she could be lying.]
"And what do you want Delaney Hammond, Jr. for?" he inquires. (And even manages not to suggest any options. She doesn't look like she'd bite, anyway.)
[Okay, swell. Let 'er in.]
"Thank you. Chief Swan referred to you as Laney; is that what you prefer to be called?" asks Lucinda. "And are you comfortable talking here?"
"All right. Now, I've read over my copy of the notebook that was submitted as evidence, and the medical reports that the police retrieved, but is there anything else I should know?"
[It's not in your interest to lie to her. She doesn't have any reason to report anything you've done to anyone who'd get you in trouble for it.]
It's not actually a lie as such. But he wants to see how she reacts, and whether she wants to hear the rest, before he tells it.
"Okay. I can probably get out about half a sentence about that before the defense lawyer objects, then, and it's anyone's guess if the judge will let me carry on from there." She produces some notes and consults them briefly. "The notebooks of documentation were submitted with a note saying that you have an eidetic memory, which is how you were able to remember all those events for your friend to write down; is that right?"
"We might want to prove that in court. Some simple feat of memory that almost no one could do. That will go a long way to indicating that the documentation wasn't pure fabrication. I'm sure we can think of something, but if you have a stock party trick to show it off, that's liable to work too."
[Ask everyone in the jury to write down some random numbers and letters, you get exactly a second to look at each paper, the jury get their papers back, you read off the strings,] Bella says.
Alice repeats this suggestion almost word for word, pausing periodically as though he is thinking it up on the spot.
"That'll do," Lucinda says. "The notebooks also included several mentions of injuries serious enough to leave marks. This is the sort of thing we want to be able to provide more evidence of, but we don't want you getting half-naked in the courtroom either; photographs in advance are the best choice. I can take them, or if you have someone you're more comfortable with available, that will work too."
Alice indicates the provenance of various marks—this one from the time his dad broke his ribs in November, that one from a ruler, those ones from a cane. A nasty-looking knife scar across his left hip gets "not Dad, don't bother". As previously indicated, he exhibits no strong feelings about the process.