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don’t know than we know.” Ben nodded. “So,” Mark continued taking another drink, “you say you know this Nelson guy?”
“Yeah. I had a couple of cases with him when I was a prosecutor. He’s a pretty good guy for a cop. He’s a pretty straight shooter.”
“There aren’t many of them,” Mark answered.
“Spoken like a true defense lawyer.”
“Well, as you well know, I was never a prosecutor so I would have to acknowledge that my view of the police and the prosecutors is somewhat jaundiced.”
Ben looked at his watch. “We should probably get going. It’s getting late and we may catch some traffic going in.”
They pulled into the parking lot across the street from the law school at one-thirty. After paying the attendant, the two men weaved their way through the parked cars toward the back of the parking lot, which faced the law school building across Adams Street. They hopped the metal parapet and crossed in the middle of the block, pushing their way through the revolving doors ten minutes early. “There he is,” Ben said nudging Mark and pointing to a man standing next to the main stairway with his back to them.
“Detective Scott Nelson,” Ben called out as they approached.
“Counselor,” Nelson said as he wheeled to face them. “Good to see you again,” he said extending his right hand, which Ben took in a warm greeting.
“This is my colleague, Mark Schaefer,” Ben said gesturing. “Mark, this is Detective Scott Nelson. He’s one of the good guys.”
“You say that now,” Nelson said with a laugh. “You may not be saying that by the time this thing is over with.”
Ben patted him on his shoulder. “Don’t underestimate yourself, Detective.”
Although Ben genuinely liked Nelson, he also knew that his prior relationship with the Detective could ultimately prove beneficial to him and his client. He hoped that it would cause Nelson to cut him a break now and then. All he really wanted was some consideration. Defense lawyers didn’t usually get much of that.
“Why don’t we head upstairs?” Nelson said as he turned for the elevators.
“This looks like a pretty nice building,” Mark said to Ben as they entered the elevator. “Did you go all three years here?”
“No, just my last semester. We were supposed to be in here for my entire third year but, you know, with construction, they never get things done on time. It was a lot nicer than the old building over on Wacker , which is gone now.”
Nelson looked over at them. “I didn’t realize you went here. You must have known Greenfield then.”
“I had him twice - for Criminal Law my very first semester of law school and for Criminal Procedure my last semester. Of course, I didn’t do as well as I should have either time. He definitely took a hit on my GPA. I suppose that probably makes me a suspect too.”
All three of them laughed. “Have you ever been to his office before?” Nelson asked as they got off the elevator.
“Yeah, I guess I have. I came to see him after my Criminal Procedure grade came. I thought he kind of screwed me so I came to his office to talk to him about it. Didn’t get anywhere though. I think I was just venting. I wonder how many people actually do that. Quite a few probably.”
Nelson looked over his shoulder as he turned the corner toward Greenfield’s office. “A very good question,” he said.
The whole area around Greenfield’s office was surrounded by yellow police tape and a security guard sat in a chair outside the door. The sickening smell associated with rotting human remains grew stronger as they approached the door, but it was a mere echo of the scene more than a week before when Professor Hyatt discovered the body. The three men navigated the police tape and found themselves at the door to Greenfield’s
“Yeah. I had a couple of cases with him when I was a prosecutor. He’s a pretty good guy for a cop. He’s a pretty straight shooter.”
“There aren’t many of them,” Mark answered.
“Spoken like a true defense lawyer.”
“Well, as you well know, I was never a prosecutor so I would have to acknowledge that my view of the police and the prosecutors is somewhat jaundiced.”
Ben looked at his watch. “We should probably get going. It’s getting late and we may catch some traffic going in.”
They pulled into the parking lot across the street from the law school at one-thirty. After paying the attendant, the two men weaved their way through the parked cars toward the back of the parking lot, which faced the law school building across Adams Street. They hopped the metal parapet and crossed in the middle of the block, pushing their way through the revolving doors ten minutes early. “There he is,” Ben said nudging Mark and pointing to a man standing next to the main stairway with his back to them.
“Detective Scott Nelson,” Ben called out as they approached.
“Counselor,” Nelson said as he wheeled to face them. “Good to see you again,” he said extending his right hand, which Ben took in a warm greeting.
“This is my colleague, Mark Schaefer,” Ben said gesturing. “Mark, this is Detective Scott Nelson. He’s one of the good guys.”
“You say that now,” Nelson said with a laugh. “You may not be saying that by the time this thing is over with.”
Ben patted him on his shoulder. “Don’t underestimate yourself, Detective.”
Although Ben genuinely liked Nelson, he also knew that his prior relationship with the Detective could ultimately prove beneficial to him and his client. He hoped that it would cause Nelson to cut him a break now and then. All he really wanted was some consideration. Defense lawyers didn’t usually get much of that.
“Why don’t we head upstairs?” Nelson said as he turned for the elevators.
“This looks like a pretty nice building,” Mark said to Ben as they entered the elevator. “Did you go all three years here?”
“No, just my last semester. We were supposed to be in here for my entire third year but, you know, with construction, they never get things done on time. It was a lot nicer than the old building over on Wacker , which is gone now.”
Nelson looked over at them. “I didn’t realize you went here. You must have known Greenfield then.”
“I had him twice - for Criminal Law my very first semester of law school and for Criminal Procedure my last semester. Of course, I didn’t do as well as I should have either time. He definitely took a hit on my GPA. I suppose that probably makes me a suspect too.”
All three of them laughed. “Have you ever been to his office before?” Nelson asked as they got off the elevator.
“Yeah, I guess I have. I came to see him after my Criminal Procedure grade came. I thought he kind of screwed me so I came to his office to talk to him about it. Didn’t get anywhere though. I think I was just venting. I wonder how many people actually do that. Quite a few probably.”
Nelson looked over his shoulder as he turned the corner toward Greenfield’s office. “A very good question,” he said.
The whole area around Greenfield’s office was surrounded by yellow police tape and a security guard sat in a chair outside the door. The sickening smell associated with rotting human remains grew stronger as they approached the door, but it was a mere echo of the scene more than a week before when Professor Hyatt discovered the body. The three men navigated the police tape and found themselves at the door to Greenfield’s
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