Deputy DA: Anything else?
Miss Stone: Yes, slippers. Pink ones.
Deputy DA: You remember this well, yes?
Miss Stone: Yes… it was the last time I saw her… you know. I’m not sure I’ll ever forget how she looked that morning.
Deputy DA: I understand. Miss Stone, was your mother wearing a necklace that morning?
Miss Stone: Yes.
Deputy DA: Can you describe it?
Miss Stone: It was a stone pendant necklace, gold chain.
Deputy DA: I understand from your testimony that she wore this necklace every day, is that correct?
Miss Stone: Yes.
Deputy DA: Where did she get it? Do you know?
Miss Stone: She never told me.
Deputy DA: And to confirm, you are one hundred percent certain she was wearing this the morning she was murdered.
Miss Stone: Yes.
Deputy DA: Miss Stone, how many times had you been in your mother’s bedroom at that point?
Miss Stone: Oh… I don’t know. A lot.
Deputy DA: Ten, twenty, thirty times?
Miss Stone: I’m not sure. I visit every Sunday.
Deputy DA: On your last visit, did you happen to notice the jewelry box she kept on her armoire?
Miss Stone: Not particularly. I mean, I know it was there, but didn’t look at it.
Deputy DA: I see. So, it’s safe to say that if something in that room had been rearranged, like the jewelry box, you would have noticed?
Miss Stone: I think so, yes.
Deputy DA: Did she mention Mr. Cohen during this visit?
Miss Stone: Yes. She griped about the noise. My mother didn’t like a lot of noise.
Deputy DA: What else?
Miss Stone: That’s it.
Deputy DA: Nothing else about him?
Miss Stone: I think she might’ve said something about him being done soon—meaning that she would be grateful because all the noise would stop.
Deputy DA: And then what?
Miss Stone: She told me to go ahead and call about getting the termite service completed, and that we would figure out the bill later. And not to worry about it.