This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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Part 5 - Pushing and Shoving
Sunday, April 7th. I went inside I-2 and walked slowly up to the table. Joanne's eyes had a 'Oooweee, the perp is gonna get it now!' look as I sat down in the seat Theo had been occupying.
"Mr. Gray, I know you have been mirandized." I said. "My name is Don Troy, and I am the Police Commander here."
"Is that supposed to mean something?" Gray asked rudely.
"Oh yes." I said. "When my Detectives, regardless of their skin color, are questioning you, you should be cooperating to clear up the matter, or taking the Fifth if you wish to remain silent. When
I
come in, then all that is overwith. Furthermore to this point, one of those Auxiliary Detectives that you threatened is also named 'Troy'. And I don't appreciate it when someone threatens or assaults... my mother." Joanne whirled to look at me, her eyes wide. My gray eyes saw the beginnings of fear growing in Gray's eyes as we stared each other down.
"So what are you gonna do?" snarled Gray. "Assault me? Police brutality? Go ahead. It'll only be a matter of time before someone finds out, and then your ass is grass."
I smiled, a smile that no one in their right mind wants to see. "That's not even a good try, Mr. Gray, just like your racist rant at my Detective wasn't a good try. No, we're not going to touch you. What I am going to do... is investigate you to the limits of my power, and that is some considerable power. I'm going to find out what you're trying to hide."
Gray looked a little more fearful, but then his eyes and heart hardened. He said "I want a lawyer. I demand my cellphone so that I can call my lawyer."
"Which one?" I asked, my eyes boring into his. "Nathan Masterson? Or Chip Blake?"
Gray's eyes widened in real fear this time. He worked to regain control, then said "Just give me my damn phone."
"There is no cellphone reception in here." I said. I took Gray's cellphone out of my pocket. "You can look up the number, and use the wall phone to make the call. I can't leave without taking that cellphone with me, so dial the number and then I'll get out."
It was not true that there was no cellphone reception... unless a certain device was turned on. And it was. The ink-pen bug-killer was set just strong enough to kill cellphone reception, but not the wired-in cameras recording everything. I watched Gray unlock his phone and look up a number. He re-locked the phone and handed it to me, then dialed the number on the phone on the wall as Joanne and I exited the room.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"The Widow Athena Jones is your mother?" Joanne asked once we were in the anteroom, her voice a mixture of shock and accusation. "I was looking right at her the whole time..."
I grinned. "It took me a long time to figure it out, too. She's that good. Okay, place yer bets on who shows up, Nathan Masterson, Chip Blake, or Max Chambliss."
"And how did you know
that
, sir?" asked Theo.
"Elementary, my dear Washington." I said. "The man is obviously one of the White Supremacists we've come to know and not love. I suspect he's related to Franklin Gray of Superior Bloodlines, and I will be checking to see. And when the White Boyz need a lawyer, who ya gonna call? Gresham & Mason, of course..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Chip Blake, Esq., came into Headquarters to represent his client. We were very surprised when he said his client was Amit. It was Nathan Masterson who came in to represent Jefferson Gray.
Upon getting the autopsy report, we had speedily secured warrants to arrest Rhonda Fitch Gray on suspicion of murder, and she had been taken through full booking and was waiting in a cell for further interrogation. We also informed Jefferson Gray of the added charges under which we were holding him.
"I don't get it." said Tanya Perlman as we waited in the Monitor Room for Amit and his lawyer to finish their discussion. "I thought Gresham & Mason was the law firm of white supremacists. What's up with him representing an Indian like Amit?"
"Gresham & Mason is also the favored law firm of the Big Boy Elites, the Crony Capitalists." I said. "And the one point of huge contention we've had with all of these people in this case is their absolute refusal to talk about the projects they were working on. I suspect we need to investigate who Audial Security Solutions has been working with."
"What are we going to do with these guys?" Tanya asked. Just then, the lawyer Blake called on the phone for us to come in. So we did.
"Here's the plan." I said before anyone else could say anything. "Amit, if you will consent to be ankle-monitored, you will be released into your attorney's custody. You cannot leave the County, and if you do you will be put in jail for suspicion of manslaughter... or worse." Amit and his attorney agreed to the deal.
I had Tanu brought into Interrogation-B, where he and his wife hugged. Chip Blake came in with me. "You cannot go home; your apartment is a crime scene." I said. "You will be released into your attorney's custody, and he will explain to you why you must stay in the County at all times as we investigate this situation." Ashwarya didn't like it, but her husband and attorney convinced her to accept it.
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My mother Phyllis Troy was still hanging around, watching in the Monitor Room with Tanya Perlman as Joanne Warner and I went into Interrogation-1, where Rhonda Fitch Gray had been taken after being led through full booking.
"Well, if it isn't Commander Troy, harassing law-abiding citizens once again." said Nathan Masterson.
"Just because it's Sunday doesn't mean I won't jack you up, Jew hater." I said.
"So why have you put my client through booking?" snarled Masterson as Joanne and I sat down on the other side of the table. "Pure harassment, nothing else.
Ignoring Masterson, I said "Mrs. Gray, my name is Commander Don Troy. We have just gotten the results of your father's autopsy, which shows that he was murdered. You have been booked for suspicion of murder. You'll be staying here overnight until your hearing tomorrow morning."
"That's ridiculous!" Rhonda Gray all but shouted. "I didn't do anything to my father! Why don't you arrest those people at that facility? Or my mother? She's so batty she might do anything."
"Wow, a lot of hostility towards your mother, Mrs. Gray." I said. "I'm sure glad I get along better with my mother. What happened between you to cause this kind of hatred?"
"She's a batty old idiot." said Rhonda angrily. "She's embarrassed us for a long time, and her antics today were just over the top---"
At that point Masterson stopped her and whispered something into her ear. She nodded, then Masterson said "No more questions until I get a chance to read the autopsy, the Police reports, and probably not until she has her hearing." Joanne and I left the room, and female Police Officers took Rhonda Gray to her holding cell.
I then went into I-2 with Theo Harris, and Masterson came in from the other side. He'd talked to Jefferson Gray already. I said "The autopsy report has come back, and it shows your father-in-law was murdered. Your aggressive actions are suspicious, and you are considered the prime suspect in Mr. Fitch's death, as well as the other charges against you."
"No questions until his hearing, at least." said Masterson.
"That's not good enough." said Theo. "I'm going to question your client and get answers, unless he invokes his Fifth Amendment rights."
"I have two things to say." said Gray. "First, you can go fuck yourself, nigger." Masterson laughed out loud, then Gray said: "And second, I'm taking the Fifth..."
Part 6 - Dogs and Differences
"Grandma!"
It was Carole's excited voice as my mother came into The Cabin. Carole rushed up to hug her grandmother. She was followed by five boys: Jim, Ian, Ross, and Todd's boys Doug and little Todd. I noticed that little Jack Burke held back... as did Tasha.
"Tasha?" I called out. "Come give your grandmother a hug." That got Tasha moving, and my mom made sure to give her a extra-warm hug and tell her how happy she was to see her.
"What was that about?" I quietly asked Paulina as my mother sat down in the greatroom and hugged and talked with her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
"We'll talk later." Paulina said. "With Laura present." That got my eyebrows raising up, but I said nothing.
Doug, Little Todd, and Jack were present because their parents Todd and Teresa were present. As Todd talked with his grandmother, Teresa came over to me and said "What's going on with these cases? Four deaths, all at once?"
"When it rains, it pours." I said. "Where are Cindy, Callie, and Betsy?"
"They'll be here in a little bit." said Teresa. "As will Molly and Maggie. They're bringing supper..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Stephanie and Selena Steele had left after supper, but Marie stayed. Cindy and her family had brought in a catered barbeque (the noun, not the verb), and good grief! was it ever good! It helped that I was very hungry.
Earlier, as we were eating, I continued to notice that Tasha was being very quiet, even despite Carole's attempts to talk to her and cajole her into happiness. Teresa was sitting next to me and said "Little Jack said something to her, and she's been quiet ever since."
"What did he say?" I asked.
"I don't know." said Teresa. "I'm hoping you or Laura can find out, and let me know."
So as everyone talked after supper but before dessert, I said "Tasha, why don't you help me take the dogs out." The dogs instantly appeared at the back door.
We went onto the deck, where the dogs scampered around the side and to their trail to do their business. "Where are they going, Daddy?" Tasha asked as we sat down side-by-side on the metal mesh loveseat.
"Dogs go to the potty outdoors." I said to my three-year-old daughter. "So let me ask you something. Why didn't you run to hug your grandmother like everyone else did?"
