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Authors: Theo Cage, Russ Smith
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Thrillers, Crime, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Technothrillers
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would be messy as hell, noisy probably. And it would take a while, which could be a real problem if you were sitting in a public parking lot."
The prosecutor seemed to consider that. "On the other hand, you could make the weapon yourself. No permits. No records. And I don't necessarily think you would have to be that strong."
"That's easy for you to say. You're a big strapping farm boy. Look, you're a court prosecutor and you've got calluses."
Dimbrowsky couldn't help himself. He looked at his beefsteak paws. "I farm on the weekends - you know that."
"My boy is a salesman. The hardest thing he pushes are computer keys and cocktail glasses. I don't get a match. I think he'd use something more ... technical. More sophisticated! Less strenuous."
"That's not much to build a case on. The lazy defense?" It was his turn to smirk. Jayne didn't like it on him. "Maybe that's the idea. That's what he wants us to think. Anyway, we do have something else." With that he pulled a photocopy out of a neat manila envelope and slid it across to Jayne. "It was found under the front seat on the drivers side. A business card." He read it. "Angus Redfield - Account Representative. Great Barrier Software Inc."
Jayne took the photocopy and turned it in her hands. The card was uncrumpled, clear, in stark contrast to a black foggy background. "Walter. You actually expect me and the court to believe that you think this is a serious piece of evidence? This is childish and smells of setup!"
"It's his business card – at the scene of the crime. Look, there’s even blood splatter on it."
"Whose blood?"
Dimbrowsky sighed, a rumbling expiration. "Ludd's. Don't get cute."
"I thought that was my greatest asset." This made Dimbrowsky redden slightly although Jayne couldn't even guess why, although she did enjoy seeing him uncomfortable. "What's the other surprise? You said there were more surprises."
Dimbrowsky put the evidence sheets back into his files, each carefully labeled in his thick block-letter script. "Rosenblatt! Ludd's partner - told me today that he recalls Ludd mentioning a call from Redfield on Tuesday afternoon."
"He didn't say anything about that before?"
"He says he was stressed out by the whole situation and it didn't come to him until later."
"From my experience with him on the stand before, that doesn't surprise me. I think it just took him a while to dream it up. Does he think he gets points or something for being creative? Do you remember what you said about Redfield last time you were going for a conviction?"
"That was then - this is now. Maybe we were too easy on him last time."
"Or maybe it's just the same game plan - only this is the remake. Frame up Part II. Same bullshit."
"Jayne - the first case I tried when I was a criminal lawyer was a seventeen year old girl who was charged with the hit and run of her father. He beat her and abused her. She was a real mess. Those are the external facts. She did run him over. He probably deserved it. And that's what she was charged with."
"Aren't you the soul of logic? So what's your point?"
"She was young and attractive - not anything like the usual scum we get in here. So I felt sorry for her and made the mistake of taking the whole case personally. My advice to you is not to do the same." She clamped her jaw and just stared. She started to answer, but he walked over it. "I've heard that you're going to turn this over. I think that's wise. Give it to one of your juniors. This is open and shut."
Jayne picked herself up, gathered her brief, and turned to Dimbrowsky with her trademark smirk. "So what you're saying is, I should try to avoid running over my relatives with my R8?"
Dimbrowsky looked confused. "And since we’re being so helpful here today, I've got some advice for you too, Walter. Those shoes you wear? They went out with the Nixon administration. See you in court."
:
Jayne left without closing the door behind her. Dimbrowsky sat and listened to
The prosecutor seemed to consider that. "On the other hand, you could make the weapon yourself. No permits. No records. And I don't necessarily think you would have to be that strong."
"That's easy for you to say. You're a big strapping farm boy. Look, you're a court prosecutor and you've got calluses."
Dimbrowsky couldn't help himself. He looked at his beefsteak paws. "I farm on the weekends - you know that."
"My boy is a salesman. The hardest thing he pushes are computer keys and cocktail glasses. I don't get a match. I think he'd use something more ... technical. More sophisticated! Less strenuous."
"That's not much to build a case on. The lazy defense?" It was his turn to smirk. Jayne didn't like it on him. "Maybe that's the idea. That's what he wants us to think. Anyway, we do have something else." With that he pulled a photocopy out of a neat manila envelope and slid it across to Jayne. "It was found under the front seat on the drivers side. A business card." He read it. "Angus Redfield - Account Representative. Great Barrier Software Inc."
Jayne took the photocopy and turned it in her hands. The card was uncrumpled, clear, in stark contrast to a black foggy background. "Walter. You actually expect me and the court to believe that you think this is a serious piece of evidence? This is childish and smells of setup!"
"It's his business card – at the scene of the crime. Look, there’s even blood splatter on it."
"Whose blood?"
Dimbrowsky sighed, a rumbling expiration. "Ludd's. Don't get cute."
"I thought that was my greatest asset." This made Dimbrowsky redden slightly although Jayne couldn't even guess why, although she did enjoy seeing him uncomfortable. "What's the other surprise? You said there were more surprises."
Dimbrowsky put the evidence sheets back into his files, each carefully labeled in his thick block-letter script. "Rosenblatt! Ludd's partner - told me today that he recalls Ludd mentioning a call from Redfield on Tuesday afternoon."
"He didn't say anything about that before?"
"He says he was stressed out by the whole situation and it didn't come to him until later."
"From my experience with him on the stand before, that doesn't surprise me. I think it just took him a while to dream it up. Does he think he gets points or something for being creative? Do you remember what you said about Redfield last time you were going for a conviction?"
"That was then - this is now. Maybe we were too easy on him last time."
"Or maybe it's just the same game plan - only this is the remake. Frame up Part II. Same bullshit."
"Jayne - the first case I tried when I was a criminal lawyer was a seventeen year old girl who was charged with the hit and run of her father. He beat her and abused her. She was a real mess. Those are the external facts. She did run him over. He probably deserved it. And that's what she was charged with."
"Aren't you the soul of logic? So what's your point?"
"She was young and attractive - not anything like the usual scum we get in here. So I felt sorry for her and made the mistake of taking the whole case personally. My advice to you is not to do the same." She clamped her jaw and just stared. She started to answer, but he walked over it. "I've heard that you're going to turn this over. I think that's wise. Give it to one of your juniors. This is open and shut."
Jayne picked herself up, gathered her brief, and turned to Dimbrowsky with her trademark smirk. "So what you're saying is, I should try to avoid running over my relatives with my R8?"
Dimbrowsky looked confused. "And since we’re being so helpful here today, I've got some advice for you too, Walter. Those shoes you wear? They went out with the Nixon administration. See you in court."
:
Jayne left without closing the door behind her. Dimbrowsky sat and listened to
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