Maybe Jennifer McCabe should have worn her little cross again to court.

Perhaps, though, she knew going back on the witness stand that she’d be embarrassed that her ostentatious show of faux religiosity was about to be undercut by the breathtaking years-long string of lies she was about to get called out upon during cross-examination.

For instance, when FBI agents arrived at her house to interview her about the murder of John O’Keefe, they asked her if she was Jennifer McCabe.

“I’m not Jennifer McCabe,” answered Jennifer McCabe.

“I’m Nicole,” said Jennifer.

An auspicious beginning indeed to a relationship with the G-men!

Finally, after she fled inside her house, the feds called her on the phone. Jen McCabe finally admitted she was Jen McCabe. The G-men came in and mentioned several issues to her, one of which defense attorney Alan Jackson specifically reminded her about.

“They admonished you that it is a crime to lie to them on a material issue during an interview.”

“Yes.”

Then Jen McCabe said she’d need 10 minutes before she could speak to them. When she returned they asked her if she’d called anyone in those 10 minutes.

She lied again. She told them she’d only called her husband. But she had an excuse for her lying.

“I’d just dropped my kids off to school,” she stammered. “I hadn’t brushed my teeth.”

Her teeth? Surely she meant to say, her tooth.

Doesn’t she understand, despite her dental issues, that when under oath or speaking to law enforcement, she is compelled to tell the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth.

Er, truth.

On the cross, Alan Jackson drilled down on her second lie to the FBI, when asked if she’d spoken to anyone besides her husband and Kerry Roberts, the plus-sized alleged perjurer from Tuesday’s testimony. Anyone beside Matt and Kerry? the feds asked.

Jackson: “Your answer was no?”

“Correct,” said Jennifer McCabe.

“And that was a lie?”

“It wasn’t a lie, no.”

But in fact, after the feds arrived, Jen McCabe had panicked. She had begun wildly calling other members of the Canton cabal. She called the office of District Attorney Meatball Morrissey — “my witness advocate,” she corrected, lest anyone think she was confirming a certain affidavit that was to be discussed in the next courtroom over at 2 p.m.

And then she admitted to the feds that she also called Brian Albert, her brother-in-law, who owned the house with the front lawn where John O’Keefe was found dead during a snowstorm in January 2022.

Brian Albert? He was a Boston cop, and even when his fellow officer O’Keefe’s body was found on his front lawn, and Karen Read was screaming, and cops and ambulances were arriving and everyone was talking and shouting and radioing here and there, Brian Albert didn’t wake up.

But as soon as the feds arrived, she called Brian Albert, the capo di tutti Canton cone heads.

When Jennifer’s husband arrived home after her hysterical call, he told her to call the feds back and cop to the lie. They’d left her a business card, so she had their number. She called to admit the lie that Jennifer McCabe said wasn’t a lie.

“But,” said Jackson, “you said you hadn’t talked to any of the others.”

“At that moment I did say no, yes.”

That’s an exact quote — “I did say no, yes.”

Jackson: “That would be, by definition, a lie?”

“No!”

“You explained to them that you had been untruthful?”

“I explained to that I had forgotten a couple of people I had reached out to.”

The amazing thing about this exchange was that Jackson put her serial lies onto the record before he even got to the events of the snowy morning when John O’Keefe was murdered.

Jennifer McCabe, remember, is the one who at 2:27.40 a.m. googled, “Hos (sic) long to die in cold”.

DA Meatball Morrissey has since paid a foreign national a large amount of taxpayer cash to claim that search never happened, but how believable is that? Answer: not very.

Meanwhile, the centerpiece of the shady Norfolk County cops’ new updated tale is that Jen McCabe heard Karen Read yell “I hit him! I hit him! I hit him!”

Oddly, contemporaneous police reports by friends of hers — a corrupt since-fired state trooper and a longtime pal on the Canton PD — make zero mentions of her quoting Read as saying “I hit him!”

Yesterday, Jackson handed her a 227-page transcript of her state grand jury testimony from April 2022. He asked her to find even single mention of “I hit him!”

“You wouldn’t find it,” he told her. “There’s nothing there.”

Yet now she says she could never, ever forget those chilling words “I hit him!” Three times she said it, or so Jen/Nicole says.

That’s what an emotional impact it had on her, even though she apparently never tried to put it into the record until the defense discovered that google inquiry of hers at 2:27 on the morning John O’Keefe was found dead in the snow:

“Hos long to die in cold”

But all she wants to talk about now is not “Hos long to die in cold.” For Jen McCabe, it’s all about “Did I hit him?”

It’s a statement she could never remember, until she could never forget it.

In essence that is Jen McCabe’s story and she’s sticking to it, or her name isn’t Nicole “Coco” Albert.

Er, Jennifer McCabe.