“Well, what if I do?”
“You live next door to Prescott?”
“Yes.”
“And you saw that accident?”
“Yes, I saw it.”
“Where were you at the time?”
“I was standing on Fourteenth Street.”
“You’d been drinking, had picked a fight, and got the worst of the argument, is that right?”
“That’s none of your damn business.”
Scanlon banged with his gavel, frowned at the witness, but turned to Rodney Cuff and said, “This man is an unwilling witness. I’m forcing him to testify. I don’t want him unnecessarily annoyed. What has his fighting got to do with it?”