“Adult.”
“Where did the shout come from?”
“From Dr. Alderman’s house, across the street.”
“Mr. Weissberg, do you know at what time you heard that shout?”
Weissberg nodded. “I heard it at 9:28P.M.”
“And how do you know?”
“Because I happened to look at my phone.”
“Where were you when you heard the shout?”
“Near Dr. Alderman’s driveway, like, fifty feet away, it was up and to the left, like this.” Weissberg pointed on the exhibit.
“From your vantage point, did you have a view of Dr. Alderman’s house?”
“No, there were trees in the way.”
“Did you have a view of Dr. Alderman’s driveway?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see anything in the driveway?”
“Yes, a black Range Rover.”
“How did you know that, if it was dark?”
“I saw it clearly. It’s a distinctive car, and I got a good look, uh, because of what happened next.”
Thomas paused. “Was there any other car in the driveway at that time?”
“No. Only the one.”
Noah knew it was a good point for him. It was already in the record that Anna had a black Range Rover and Noah drove an Audi SUV.
“Mr. Weissberg, what happened after you heard the shout?”
“My dog pulled against the leash, and I dropped the leash and he took off running.”
“Did he run toward the shout?”
“Yes, at first. He ran across the street, but then he ran back to the same side of the street. He zigzagged, and then he was running away from me, up Howell Road. He’s a beagle, a scent hound.” Weissberg shook his head. “He’ll dig in everybody’s trash cans for scraps.”
“So then what happened?”
“I started running after him.”
“And did you run with the phone call connected to your girlfriend during this time?”
“In the beginning, but then I told her I had to hang up because I was worried I would lose him.”
“And did you catch him?”
“Yes, it took me twenty minutes.”
