When working in central processing of Suffolk County Jail in downtown Boston, saw a lot of crap. And some of the class was made to postpone the coffee and donuts.
Other classes ... were just awesomely strange.
Billy McCray had been first a cop on the beat in Southie, serving alongside their brothers, cousins \u200b\u200band old. After he had been shot, some fifteen years ago. The sergeant had arranged to have this desk job ... and had been installed not only his wheelchair neatly under the edge of the counter, also was damn good pushing papers. Arrests had begun recording and taking pictures for the cards, but now he was in charge of everything.
Nobody sounded even nose at this place until Billy did not tell them it was OK to use a kleenex
And he loved what he did, even if he became hell strange sometimes.
As the first of this morning. Six am was registered to a white woman who had been wearing a couple of cans of Coca-cola as a liner, the two aluminum numbers stuck on the bottom of her breasts and pointing straight out. I had the feeling that this photo would end up in the web of "most wanted" and she probably would enjoy the exhibit, but no, she wanted to show her ... well, cans.
People. Honestly. Taken
adhesive was easy to leave, but you were serving drinks in paper cups simple just in case I had another bright idea ...
When the steel door opened down the hall, Billy straightened in his chair.
The woman who entered was a sight to behold, right, but not for the reason that most of the geeks who were here. It measured 1.75 m and had blond hair was always braided on the head. He was wearing a perfectly fitted suit and a long coat and formal, he I knew without asking that her purse and briefcase worth more than what he had in his retirement plan 401.
say nothing about that big gold chain around his neck.
When the forward pair of cops, they also straightened the columns and lowered their voices ... and immediately looked over his shoulder to take a look at his back.
And when she came to the Plexiglas partition in front of him, was pleased to have slipped back, because he could smell her perfume.
God ... was always the same. The aroma of rich and opulent.
"Hi Billy How are you Tom at the Police Academy?
Like many of the class Beacon Hill, the intonation of Childe Grier was a simple question that seems better than something that Shakespeare would have written. But unlike those ass-tight, she was insolent and her smile was genuine. Whenever asked about his son and his wife and looked really, finding his eyes as if he was more than just a desk jockey.
"He's doing very well," Billy grinned and crossed her arms over her swollen breast. She will graduate in June. Work in Southie. It's a shooter like his father ... the guy could give a can from a mile.
Unfortunately, that reminded him of the girl-Coke, but pushed off-road image. Much better to enjoy the sight of Miss Childe, a lawyer.
"It amazes me that Tommy is an ace. -Signed into the board and put a hip against the counter. As you say, has come to you.
Even after two years of this, I still could not believe she stopped to talk to him. Yes, of course, the types of district attorney and public defenders gave regular soap, but she came from one of those prestigious colleges and law firm with character ... and often that meant that only care about data on where his clients.
- So, what are you doing you Sara?
As they talked, he typed his name in the program to remove those who had been assigned. Approximately every six months or so, she was appearing in the rotation of public defenders. It was, of course, for her pro bono. Their hourly rates were indeed so expensive, he was damn sure that clients who attended here could not afford more than two words with her, let alone a full hour ... or, Christ, the value of the case in time.
When he saw the name that was next to hers, he frowned.
- Is everything okay? "She asked.
Well, no, not really.
"Yes, okay.
Because he was in charge of who she was.
reached out to one side for a lot of records.
"Here is the documentation for your client. If you go to number one, it'll you.
"Thank you, Billy. You're the best.
After he called through the door into the reception and processing unit of the jail, she went to the room she had given ... which turned out to be just next to his office. Taking a note on his computer, he picked up the phone and called cells. Shawn C
When answered, he said: "Get
the number five to four-eight-nine to seventy, last Rothe. For our Miss Childe.
A small silence.
"It's a big guy.
"Yeah, listen ... can you talk to him? You may remember him as being polite with his attorney will make things easier.
There was another pause.
"And I will be right outside the door when you're with her. Tony I will cover below.
"Well, yes, that's fine. Thanks.
When Billy hung up, turned to face the security system screens. In the lower left, watched as Miss Childe sat at the table, hit open the file, and looked at the reports contained.
was going to keep my eyes on her until she was safely out of there.
The thing was down in the cage, there were two kinds of people: the regulars and the occasional
Occasional educated were treated and all that, but the regulars ... particularly nice, young inmates with beautiful smiles and a lot of class ... of those had to be careful.
And that meant that Shawn C., the guard would be parked outside in the hall, looking through the window of chicken wire all the time that this homicidal maniac who had been arrested for fighting in a cage to be with his girl.
If that poor bastard just breathing near it, well ... suffice it to say that Billy's tent, no one was above a small corrective action. All Officers and staff knew the dark corner in the basement where there were no security cameras and no one could hear a screaming asshole when punishment made them scream like whores.
Billy leaned back in his chair and shook his head. A nice girl who was there, really nice. Of course, given what had happened to his brother ... The hard life had a way of addressing the pleasant, really.
* *
Grier sat opposite Childe a stainless steel table in a cold stainless steel chair was opposite another chair stainless steel. All the furniture was bolted to the floor and the only facilities were the security camera on the corner and a focus on the ceiling that had a box around. The walls were concrete blocks that had been painted so many times that were mostly mild wallpaper, and the air smelled like rat poison to clean the floor, the colony's last lawyer who had been in the room, and old cigarette.
The place could not be more different from where she worked normally. The Boston offices of Palmer, Lods, Childe, Stinton & Dodd were like a museum of furniture and prints of the nineteenth century. PLCS & D had no armed guards, metal detectors, and nothing was bolted in place so that it could not be stolen or thrown by someone. There
uniforms came from Brooks Brothers and Burberry
She had been working as a public defender for two years, and had taken at least twelve months to reach terms with the reception, equipment and guards. But now, when I came here was like being in the old home, and honestly loved people.
Lots of good people doing difficult jobs in the system. Opening
report on his new client, reviewed the charges, entry forms and history. Isaac Rothe, age twenty-six floor apartment on Tremont Street. No jobs. No prior history. Arrested with eight others as part of a raid the previous night in a ring and illegal gambling den. No arrest warrant was needed because the fighters were trespassing on private property. According to the police report, his client was in the ring at the time that the police are infiltrated. Apparently the guy I was fighting was being treated at Massachusetts General.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday morning ... Do you know where your life?
keeping his head down, eyes squeezed closed Grier.
"Not now, Daniel.
I'm just saying. As the voice of his dead brother floated in and out of his head from behind the disembodied sound made her completely crazy. You have thirty-two, and instead of trying to look good with a good boy, you're sitting here at the station with a coffee sucks.
"I have no coffee.
At that moment, the door swung wide and Billy appeared.
"I think you want something to wake you up. Bingo
, his brother said. Shut
. Above, she reminded him.
-Billy, that's really nice of you.
supervisor took what was offered, the heat from leaking paper cup in his palm.
"Well, you know. It is dirty water. We all hate "Billy smiled. But it is a tradition.
"Sure it is," he frowned when he fell behind. Any problem? Billy
patted the empty seat next to him.
- Would you mind sitting here for me? Grier
lowered the cup.
"Of course not, but why ...
" Thanks honey.
spent a second. Clearly, Billy was waiting for her to move, and not inclined to give explanations. Dragging the file
all the way, she went to another seat, back now to the door.
"That's my girl.
He shook his arm and walked out.
The shift meant I could see the steamy appearance of his young and beloved brother. Daniel was leaning casually in the far corner of the room, feet crossed at the ankles, arms folded across his chest. The blond hair healthy and clean, wearing a coral colored polo and madras shorts.
was like a ghost model in an advertisement for Ralph Lauren, one hundred percent American, a sun-kissed privileged ready to make a sailboat Hyannisport.
Except that she was not smiling, as usual. They want to face the door so that the guard outside can keep your eyes on him. And do you want trapped in the room. Facilitate getting you out of the room if it gets aggressive. Forgetting
security camera, and the fact that no one but she was speaking in the thin air, leaned
"Nobody is going to go crazy.
gotta stop this. Stop trying to save people and have a life
"Exactly as I turned my back on you. Stop and go haunt eternity.
I would. But you will not let me go.
With that comment, the door behind her opened and her brother disappeared. Grier
tensed when she heard the tinkling sound of chains and shuffling. Then
saw him.
Santa ... Mary ... Mother ... of ...
What had been brought by Shawn C. Retention was a six-foot-three inches of solid muscle. His client was "dress", which meant that a prisoner had his clothes and his hands and feet were shackled and linked with a steel chain that passed in front of your legs and around his waist. His hard face had sunken cheeks type accompanying zero body fat, and dark hair was cut like a soldier. He had some bruising around the eyes fading, a plaster on her hairline ... and redness around the neck, like very recently had been mistreated
His first thought was ... I was delighted that the good old Billy McCray would have made changing seats. I was not sure how he knew, but I felt that if his client chose, could have been lying to Shawn C. in a blink of an eye ... in spite of the wives and the fact that the guard had the constitution of a bulldog and years of experience managing large and unstable men.
eyes of your clients are not met his, but remained fixed on the ground while the guard got into the narrow space between the empty chair and table. Shawn C.
leaned toward the ear the man whispered.
He grunted something, rather.
Then, the guard glanced towards Grier and smiled very tense, as if he did not like the whole thing but was very professional about it.
"Hey, I'll be right across the door. If you need anything just call and I'll be here, in a lower tone, said, "I'll be watching you, boy.
For some reason I was not surprised by the precautions. Just sit at your client put it suspiciously. I could not imagine moving around the prison.
God was great.
"Thank you Shawn," she said quietly.
-No problem Miss Childe.
And then she was alone with Mr. Isaac Rothe.
Measuring the tremendous size of her shoulders, she noticed he was not squirming and restless, so he took as a good sign ... no methadone or cocaine in his system, fortunately. And was not looking inappropriately or watching the front of her dress and licking her lips.
actually was not looking for anything, his eyes remained fixed on the table before him. "I'm Grier
Childe ... I have been assigned to your case. "When he looked up and nodded, he continued. Anything I say is privileged, which means that within of law, not reveal it to anyone. Moreover, the security camera up there is no audio, so no one else can hear what you tell me.
She waited ... and yet he did not reply. I was just sitting there, breathing regularly, every power contained in his handcuffed hands resting on the tabletop and its massive body encased in the chair.
In the first meeting, the majority of customers who had been lounging there and did the routine sullen, or angry and offended all played with a bit of chatter exculpatory. He did nothing. His spine was so stiff as a broomstick, and was completely alert, but did not say a word.
She cleared her throat.
"The charges against you are serious. The guy I was fighting was sent to hospital with a brain haemorrhage. Right now you are charged with second degree assault and attempted murder, but if it dies, that is second degree murder or manslaughter.
Nothing.
"Mr. Roth, I would like to ask something, I can?
No response. Grier
lay down.
- Can you hear me?
Just when she was asked if he had not disclosed a disability, spoke.
"Yes, ma'am
The voice was so deep and compelling that she left breathing. Those two words were uttered with a softness that I was a total contrast to their body size and severity of your face. And ... vaguely Southern accent, he decided.
"I'm here to help, Mr. Rothe. Understand that, right?
"It's not disrespect, ma'am, but I do not think you can.
definitely Southern. Beautifully southern
actually Shaking her head to clear it, she said.
"Before you dismiss me, I suggest you consider two things. There are currently no bail set for you, so you'll be stuck here while his case proceeds. And there could be months. Besides, who represents itself actually has a client crazy ... it's not just a saying. I'm not the enemy. I'm here to help.
At last he looked.
His eyes were the color of frost on the glass windows, and full of shadows of events that stained the soul. And when that grim and exhausted gaze drilled to the back of his head, he froze the heart, she knew instantly that it was not just some street thug.
was a soldier, he thought. Had to be ... his father had the same look in his eyes during the quiet nights.
The war did that to people.
- Iraq? He asked quietly. Or Afghanistan?
He raised some eyebrows, but that was the only response he got. Grier
patted on the record.
"Let me set you a bond. Just let me start there, okay? You do not have to tell me anything about why he was arrested or what happened. Just need to know their links with society and where you live. No prior arrests, I think we can try ...
stopped when he realized he had closed his eyes. According
. The first time she had a client that was missing a nap in the middle of a meeting. Maybe Billy and Shawn C. had less to worry about than they thought.
- Am I bored, Mr. Rothe? He asked a moment later.
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