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FRANK MACY GETS EIGHT YEARS ON MANSLAUGHTER PLEA.
Only the opening paragraphs were legible in the photo:
Despite claims that the police had planted evidence against him, Tampa resident Frank Macy, 27, pled no contest to second-degree manslaughter charges today in the death of bartender Arnold White last February. Macy, who was already on probation for unrelated drug charges, was sentenced to eight years in prison.
White was assaulted in an alley behind the Spotted Dolphin, a bar in the Gulfside town of Pass-a-Grille on February 12. He later died of his injuries. One witness alleged that White had made sexual advances toward Macy on the night of the assault.
‘This plea is a recognition of the fact that a jury trial would likely have resulted in Mr Macy’s conviction of first-degree manslaughter, resulting in a significantly longer sentence,’ said Ramona Cortes, Macy’s defense attorney. ‘We continue to believe that much of the evidence in this case was manufactured by authorities in an attempt to …
Peach read the fragment of the article six times, but she didn’t understand it. She didn’t know the name Frank Macy; she had never heard of him or the victim. The only name she knew was Ramona Cortes, who had been a high-profile defense attorney in Tampa before winning her first statewide election for Attorney General five years earlier. Everyone at the Common Way Foundation knew Ramona, because she and her Orlando firm had defended Hamilton Brock, too. Now she was the Republican candidate for governor.
Why did Justin think this article was important?
She studied the police photograph of Frank Macy. He was a stranger to her, not familiar at all, but he had an unusually soft, sensitive face. His dark hair was wavy and fell below his ears. He didn’t look like a thug. He didn’t have a tattooed face and square chin, a flat nose like a roadkill mouse, or mean dark eyes. Instead, he looked like a refugee from a boy band. His bedroom brown eyes said: Look at me, little girl. His skin just made you want to touch it. He looked lost.
Peach did some quick math in her head. Based on the date of the article, and the sentence he received, Macy would have been released from prison earlier this year. He was free.
It wasn’t much, but it was something. She didn’t know who Frank Macy was, or what Justin wanted with him, but she was going to find out.