Page 82 of Matlock
“But you heard angry voices coming from Alan Sanders’ house?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. No further questions.”
Tony stood.
He didn’t button his jacket this time.
He just walked toward Mrs. Fletcher with his hands in his pockets, his expression calm and almost friendly.
“Mrs. Fletcher, you testified that you heard angry voices around 3:00 AM. Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“And you were inside your house at the time.”
“Yes.”
“With the TV on.”
“Yes.”
“What were you watching?”
Mrs. Fletcher blinked. “I... I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember what you were watching, but you remember being awake at 3:00 AM and hearing voices from next door.”
“Yes.”
“Mrs. Fletcher, did you know Mr. Sanders’ girlfriend?”
“Yes. I... I saw her around sometimes.”
“And you knew her name?”
“I think it was Sadie. Or something like that.”
“So when you heard these angry voices at 3:00 AM, you were aware that Mr. Sanders lived with a woman?”
“Yes.”
“Mrs. Fletcher, had you heard shouting or yelling coming from Alan Sanders’ house on other occasions?”
Mrs. Fletcher’s face flushed slightly. “Yes. A few times.”
“A few times. Can you be more specific?”
“I... many times over the past year. Late at night. Voices raised. Angry.”
“And in those previous instances, did you ever call the police?”
“No. I didn’t think it was my place.”
“But you heard enough to recognize it as conflict? Enough to notice a pattern?”
“I suppose so, yes.”
