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Part 7 - Betrayal
"And there it is." I said. "The missing link."
"What do you mean?" asked Melina.
I said "I was starting to get my head wrapped around what was going on with Sergeant McCombs and those four low-level perps he busted, but I wasn't seeing the full plan, and the endgame. And now a lot of things begin to fit. McCombs made his bust when I was out of Town. They kept me from seeing it by misfiling the logs, and I didn't realize anything was going on until they gave McCombs a citation for the bust."
I continued: "And it's Gwen Munson, of all people...
Gwen Munson!
... who was handling their case. She normally handles big cases for Big Boys, like Darryl Dawson." (
Author's note: 'Homewrecker'.
) "Yet there she is, taking the case for these four drug soldiers."
Melina asked "So why plant the gun, as that little shit Hatch obviously did?"
I said "That's the fly in the ointment. I'm thinking McCombs, Hendricks, and Hatch don't know the full plan. They were asked or told to make the bust, and they did. So... either we have two separate actions with equally desired outcomes, or this is much, much deeper than I've been realizing."
Melina said. "Well, there's more..."
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10:00am, Saturday, May 2nd. Sheriff Griswold, Chief Moynahan, and myself were meeting in the Sheriff's office in City Hall, to discuss the unfolding developments. I told them what I'd learned, though not from whom I'd learned it.
"You think Fineman is in on this?" growled Griswold.
"No sir." I said. "Well... she may be in with McCombs to make the drug bust. I found out that it was her that recommended to Hewitt to award McCombs that citation, and he did, not realizing how I feel about McCombs."
"How is it she's making recommendations like that to a Precinct Captain?" Chief Moynahan asked, a bit harshly.
"Maybe over a drink." I said. "Or maybe it was... pillow talk."
"Oh, geez." muttered the Chief. The Sheriff barked a laugh.
"We meet with D.A. Walters in one hour, in her office." said Griswold. "What do you want to do?"
I said "I need both of you to approve this, but my decision is to bring in our spy from the cold, to use the Chief's words, and bring back J.J. Perry as a regular Vice Detective."
"I concurrrr with that use of my worrrrrds." said Chief Moynahan. "He's been undercover for a long, long timmmme. And from what Commander Troy just told us, he's already been outed."
"I just want to know one thing before we do that," growled Griswold, "and we'll have to find a way to ask him first: is he working on anything so big that bringing him back out would do more harm than good. If he's about to bring us something that would put Jacquez Wilson or T-Mac in prison in a major drug bust, maybe we should let him finish that work?"
I said "I would agree, Sheriff, but we may not have a choice. It'll depend on Monday's hearing..."
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11:00am, Saturday, May 2nd. We walked across City Hall to the office of District Attorney Miriam Walters. She was sitting at the conference table in front of her desk. With her was ADA Savannah Fineman.
"Franklin Washington not here?" asked Chief Moynahan as we came into the office.
"It's not his case, and never was." said Miriam Walters. "Have a seat, gentlemen." We sat down, the Chief to Walters's right, then me, then the Sheriff. Don't blame me; Griswold chose his seat first.
"I have some new information for you." said Miriam Walters. "About two weeks ago, Gwen Munson petitioned Nance's Court to not waive the preliminary hearing on the drug charges. Previously it had just been the gun charge she'd objected to. Nance granted the petition, rolling it into the hearing Monday. The problem is that we, the D.A.'s Office, were not informed of this. A 'clerical error' was cited as the reason."
"Furthermore," continued Walters, "literally at 4:55pm yesterday, a subpoena was issued by Gwen Munson to have Detective J.J. Perry appear as a material witness. I understand that Detective Perry is a deep undercover operative, so if he's called to the stand, he will no longer be able to go undercover."
"Yezzzz, we are aware of that." said Chief Moynahan. "We also have some new information. Commander?"
"Thank you, Chief." I said. "What I've learned is that the Black Community has become aware of the gun charge, and it's becoming a rallying point for them, for lack of a better term. They believe Jeremy Hatch, who is truly a dirtbag, planted the gun------"
"We've gone over this, Commander!" Savannah Fineman said angrily.
"Not this aspect of it." I replied, trying to keep my voice calm and level. "And if you let me finish, you'll see the whole picture." Savannah pretty much rolled her eyes at that.
"Go ahead, Commander." said D.A. Walters. "What are the issues?"
I said "You've got them on the drugs. And the Black Community doesn't seem to be very excited about the drug charges, though they as well as the perps were up in arms about the gun charge, pun not intended. You don't need the gun charge, and pushing it might just get the perps acquitted on the drug charges, too. So if you drop the gun charge, you not only have a better chance to win the drug case, you take away the potential issue of the gun charge leading to protests... and worse."