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- FINAL JUSTICE
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- FINAL JUSTICE
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Epilogue
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
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Lizzie thought the desk sergeant looked uneasy when she presented herself in front of his desk. "Your Jane Doe's name is Marble Rose Barnes. She said she had a wallet on her person when she was arrested. I'd like to see it. And my client was not given her Miranda rights. I want to talk to the arresting officer, and I want my client released in exactly ninety minutes. You should be able to process the paperwork in that length of time. If you can't, we are going to have some serious issues to deal with. Just out of curiosity, what was Jane Doe charged with?"
"Well now, hold on here, Counselor."
"No, you hold on, Officer Dewberry. What was Jane Doe charged with?"
"Assault and battery, resisting arrest, and inciting a riot, and there was no wallet on her person and no ID."
Lizzie knew a lie when she heard one.
"And the location where those incidents allegedly happened? My client denies all charges."
"They always do. Never had anyone come through here who said, Yeah, I did all the things you said I did. It all went down outside the Babylon casino. There were witnesses," he said defensively. He damn well hated smart-assed lawyers who looked like the woman standing in front of him. His ears started to ache with what he knew was going to happen in the next few hours.
"I bet there were," Lizzie drawled. "I'm on my way now to see Judge Logan McPherson to get a warrant for the Babylon's security tapes. You might want to pass that along to whomever you pass things along to. Ninety minutes, Officer Dewberry. By the way, see this guy?" she asked, pointing to Ted. "He's the Post's star reporter. That's the Post in Washington, D.C. The nation's capital. They love stuff like this. The AP will pick up on it, and it will be global within hours. You know how fast the Internet works. I'll be sure to spell your name correctly."
Without another word, Lizzie turned on her heel and followed Ted to the door. Two cops tripped over themselves as they rushed to hold the door for Lizzie while Ted stepped to the side. Lizzie offered up her megawatt smile and sashayed through the door.
Outside, Ted said, "We won that one, right? Who the hell is Judge-whatever-his-name-is?"
"Oh, yeah, we won that one. The judge is a friend."
"Oh." Ted decided he really didn't need more details. He watched as Lizzie worked her cell phone while he started to text message Maggie. Then Maggie called him for more instant information. He tried to listen to Lizzie's end of the conversation, but with Maggie jabbering in his ear it was hard. He closed his cell and started to text message.