“No.”
“Work clothes?”
“No.”
“Driver’s license matching the house?”
“That was later.”
“Before the license, what fact?”
Hutchkins shifted in the witness chair.
“My instincts.”
Gonzalez let the answer sit.
“Your instincts also told you to drive off route to find her?”
“I wanted to check the neighborhood.”
She played the dash audio.
THAT DOCTOR WOMAN’S USUALLY HOME ABOUT NOW.
“What neighborhood did you mean?”
No answer.
She moved to the marijuana claim.
“You smelled marijuana?”
“Yes.”
“Officer Brennan did not.”
“People smell differently.”
“No marijuana was found.”
“That doesn’t mean there wasn’t an odor.”
“Your body camera was off.”
“Technical issue.”
The prosecutor projected the system log showing manual deactivation.
“Technical issue caused by your finger?”
Sloan objected.
The judge sustained it.
Gonzalez apologized and rephrased.
“Did you manually deactivate the camera?”
Hutchkins looked at the screen.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Do you remember pouring a thirty-two-ounce drink over Dr. Richardson?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember telling her people like her did not belong?”
He hesitated.
“I remember saying things I regret.”
“Do you remember asking how she could afford her house?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember writing that she was physically combative?”
“Yes.”
“Was she?”