couldn't wait to get started the next morning. Lou had called to tell me Lt Dickerson asked her to go along when he executed the warrant on Lana's safety deposit box. He wanted Lou present as Lana's advocate to witness he did not remove any evidence without proper documentation. Of course she'd take me along.
ADA Connell would be ready to file official charges against all parties by mid morning and hoped to have them respond back that afternoon. He had provided Laura's statement to each attorney to give them a proper notification of the complaints against their clients.. Otherwise, it being Friday, nothing would be done until next week.
"Isn't that revealing your case prematurely?" I asked.
"No, he is just giving them enough to begin to see what they are dealing with. He's hoping they begin to fold, but is not optimistic. He's holding back the video you found and processed. It is a game. Eventually, he will lay his cards out and make them an offer," Lou said. "I'm technically in that defense mode, but with you part of the investigation and telling me, I know he has a slam dunk case. Justice will move fast."
On the drive over my phone pinged. I examined it. I had set an alert to tell me if Lana had changed locations. "I wonder why she is no longer in the jail?" I said. "According to this, she's in another wing."
Lou called Lt Dickerson to ask. He called back and said Lana's attorney had requested a conference with his client. Lou said, "That is interesting, because I am her attorney and her owner is sitting right here beside me unaware of any of this. Get that attorney's name and see if he is talking to any of the others." Dickerson said he'd have somebody check it out.
Lt Dickerson was not particularly pleased to let me go inside with him and Lou, but conceded the issue in the interests of time. "Stand and observe," he said as a bank manager escorted us back and unlocked the box. I saw a couple manilla envelopes. One said, Laura Dupont with Dupont scratched out and Hebert written behind. Dickerson opened the envelope to find three flash drives. "I'm guessing these are what Perkins wanted from the box. I can't give them to you, even if you are her defense lawyer. You will have to get her signature and come back for them. I would like to examine them, though," he added with a grin, looking at me.
I told him I could copy and examine each one to see if they were exculpatory or if there was something incriminating, and Lana wanted them found and destroyed. It took me about thirty seconds to open and copy each drive onto my own. I handed each one back to him to return to the envelope. A quick scan showed they were copies of recordings we already had. One was the edited rape that made it look consensual, a second had the first encounter of Laura submitting to Lana in a motel room but without the tattooing scene. The third was a compilation of Laura's periodic submissions offering herself to 'her superior and promising to be a good submissive slut'. Each was marked in turn, "GB, 1st sub, and slut".
While I was doing my checks, Lt Dickerson was examining the papers. "These are financial records for Bowers and Carnaby. But the first names are masculine. I'm going to enter them into evidence per the warrant. I'll get somebody to examine them later."
A second envelope had the name "Orville." Lt Dickerson asked me to copy the two drives inside as well. I did as he asked and returned them. A quick examination showed a naked previously unknown woman kneeling offering her breasts to be flogged. I flipped to another scene to see the same woman holding her buttocks apart and asking 'to be fucked hard and taught her true station'. Alecia Carnaby appeared in frame naked but for a large strap on dildo.
"It seems to be file of Alecia dominating a woman like Lana did to Laura," I said. Neither Lou nor Dickerson seemed interested in examining the videos since it did not pertain to our case. Dickerson returned the original drives to the deposit box after documenting the remaining contents. I told him I would have copies of all the recordings on flash drives for him by the time we got back to the courthouse.
Accompanied by Lt Dickerson, we made our way to the jailhouse. He asked to see the log. A Lawrence Orville had come to confer with his three clients, Alecia Carnaby, Candace Bowers, and Lana Perkins.
Lou grinned. "I know the man. He does mainly estate law, but takes on the occasional family or criminal law cases too. I know his wife as well. She is a member of the Krewe and is on a couple committees if I remember correctly. I wonder if she is the Orville on those drives we found. You didn't show them to me."
She confirmed that was indeed Larry Orville's wife, Anita. She wondered if Larry was aware the women were dominating his wife when he took their case.
I grinned and suggested calling and asking. Lou shook her head. "Not yet. Let's just confront him about talking to Lana. I'll bet he is very aware. I wonder how it will affect his case presentation."
His cell phone number was on file with the jail. "Mr. Orville," I said when he answered, "my name is Bas Landry. Tell me, do you have a good explanation for why you represented yourself as Lana Perkins' attorney?" I could hear the hesitation in his voice as he said she'd requested him and two of his clients were paying him. "I see. And did you not notice the big metallic collar around her neck that says she is a slave. I happen to be her owner and I was unaware the attorney I had hired as her advocate had been changed. Would you care to enlighten me?" He repeated what he said before.
"Alright, I suppose I will have to file a complaint with the Bar association, the slavery board, and whoever else my attorney suggests for your violation of MY civil rights by your circumventing me and my ownership rights, " I said.
I could almost hear his panic. "Please. Let's not get hasty. We can work this out. I was just trying to present the best case for my clients and needed to confer with her. Can we discuss this later today?" I asked where he was now, since he had been talking to Lana a mere twenty minutes ago at the courthouse. I knew that because it was logged on the sign out roster. He tried to tell me he had to run an errand. I suspected that errand was to run to the bank we had just left and recover a couple envelopes.