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things.” It just looks weird. Follow me? Uh, but you—but I don’t understand why you lied
.
LILLIENFELD: I understand. I-I-I take full responsibility for my actions Mike, and—and if you believe that, I don’t have a problem with that. I think—not to be impolite, you’re a real personable guy too. I think you’re a little bit off. I-I wouldn’t know—you need help maybe? I don’t know
.
GOODWIN: I can understand—
LILLIENFELD: I’m not saying it to be rude or mean. That’s just what I think. But you—you’re really—you’re like obsessed with this case, you’re obsessed with Collene Campbell. You breathe and live it every day, and most regular guys that are, you know, under the magnifying glass, under the gun, they—they don’t act that way. You act very peculiar. And it doesn’t make you a bad guy, and it doesn’t make you guilty, but it definitely makes you different, remarkable and unique, unlike—
GOODWIN: I—
LILLIENFELD: —other people
.
GOODWIN: I am different
.
LILLIENFELD: Yeah, you are. You are a strange guy
.
Then the men talked about Goodwin’s dad and a trip they took to Ireland. Goodwin gave Lillienfeld a DNA sample. The conversation lasted 45 minutes.
Four days later Goodwin was arraigned. A preliminary hearing was set for Jan. 30, 2002. If the case had moved slowly during the investigative stage, Lillienfeld was about to discover that the judicial system wouldn’t provide any respite.
Chapter 8: A Witness is Silenced
Michael Goodwin was settling into the Orange County Jail, but he didn’t plan on being a permanent resident. His lawyer, Jeff Benice, was working on a myriad of legal options to get him released.
Goodwin was all too aware that if it weren’t for his relationship with Mickey, he wouldn’t be in this predicament. Even in death, the racing legend was reaching out to strangle Goodwin’s livelihood and make his life miserable. Being held accountable for Mickey’s death would be something Goodwin would fight with every fiber of his being. Part of this involved clearing up loose ends, and he’d soon get that chance.
When Goodwin arrived in jail, a middle-aged man incarcerated on a drug charge watched with interest. The inmate, who called himself “Steve,” had seen the spectacle of Goodwin’s arrest on television just a few minutes earlier and wondered how Marc Goodwin was holding up. Both Steve and Marc were drug addicts and had met on numerous times on the streets of Orange County trying to feed their habits.
“Marc was a shell of a man who was in pieces,” Steve said later during a phone conversation from a prison in California, where he had served time for a drug conviction and was due to be released soon. “A lot of it had to do with Mike. Marc did his bidding for him. Mike was the dominant, alpha-type and at first it was out of loyalty to his brother. Then he started giving Marc money, then drugs, to control him.”
Goodwin entered jail in typical fashion, carrying himself with a larger than life air and commanding the attention of those around him. As the weeks dragged on, Goodwin and Steve had numerous conversations, mostly bravado about how Goodwin was on the verge of the next great business empire and Steve would be wise to make a small investment to get in on the ground floor.
“He was the most pompous ass of a person you would ever meet,” Steve said. “He’s such a self-serving person, anything to serve himself and his cause, he’ll do.” Goodwin worked his considerable charisma on the guards in order to get special privileges and the ability to go talk to other inmates of his choosing.
Still, the confident veneer was showing signs of cracking.
“Mike was under a lot of stress regarding his brother and said Marc would be the downfall of him,” Steve said. “He said Marc got some people to come over to do a job for him.” In another conversation, Goodwin said: “I gotta do something about Marc; I don’t know what to
.
LILLIENFELD: I understand. I-I-I take full responsibility for my actions Mike, and—and if you believe that, I don’t have a problem with that. I think—not to be impolite, you’re a real personable guy too. I think you’re a little bit off. I-I wouldn’t know—you need help maybe? I don’t know
.
GOODWIN: I can understand—
LILLIENFELD: I’m not saying it to be rude or mean. That’s just what I think. But you—you’re really—you’re like obsessed with this case, you’re obsessed with Collene Campbell. You breathe and live it every day, and most regular guys that are, you know, under the magnifying glass, under the gun, they—they don’t act that way. You act very peculiar. And it doesn’t make you a bad guy, and it doesn’t make you guilty, but it definitely makes you different, remarkable and unique, unlike—
GOODWIN: I—
LILLIENFELD: —other people
.
GOODWIN: I am different
.
LILLIENFELD: Yeah, you are. You are a strange guy
.
Then the men talked about Goodwin’s dad and a trip they took to Ireland. Goodwin gave Lillienfeld a DNA sample. The conversation lasted 45 minutes.
Four days later Goodwin was arraigned. A preliminary hearing was set for Jan. 30, 2002. If the case had moved slowly during the investigative stage, Lillienfeld was about to discover that the judicial system wouldn’t provide any respite.
Chapter 8: A Witness is Silenced
Michael Goodwin was settling into the Orange County Jail, but he didn’t plan on being a permanent resident. His lawyer, Jeff Benice, was working on a myriad of legal options to get him released.
Goodwin was all too aware that if it weren’t for his relationship with Mickey, he wouldn’t be in this predicament. Even in death, the racing legend was reaching out to strangle Goodwin’s livelihood and make his life miserable. Being held accountable for Mickey’s death would be something Goodwin would fight with every fiber of his being. Part of this involved clearing up loose ends, and he’d soon get that chance.
When Goodwin arrived in jail, a middle-aged man incarcerated on a drug charge watched with interest. The inmate, who called himself “Steve,” had seen the spectacle of Goodwin’s arrest on television just a few minutes earlier and wondered how Marc Goodwin was holding up. Both Steve and Marc were drug addicts and had met on numerous times on the streets of Orange County trying to feed their habits.
“Marc was a shell of a man who was in pieces,” Steve said later during a phone conversation from a prison in California, where he had served time for a drug conviction and was due to be released soon. “A lot of it had to do with Mike. Marc did his bidding for him. Mike was the dominant, alpha-type and at first it was out of loyalty to his brother. Then he started giving Marc money, then drugs, to control him.”
Goodwin entered jail in typical fashion, carrying himself with a larger than life air and commanding the attention of those around him. As the weeks dragged on, Goodwin and Steve had numerous conversations, mostly bravado about how Goodwin was on the verge of the next great business empire and Steve would be wise to make a small investment to get in on the ground floor.
“He was the most pompous ass of a person you would ever meet,” Steve said. “He’s such a self-serving person, anything to serve himself and his cause, he’ll do.” Goodwin worked his considerable charisma on the guards in order to get special privileges and the ability to go talk to other inmates of his choosing.
Still, the confident veneer was showing signs of cracking.
“Mike was under a lot of stress regarding his brother and said Marc would be the downfall of him,” Steve said. “He said Marc got some people to come over to do a job for him.” In another conversation, Goodwin said: “I gotta do something about Marc; I don’t know what to
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