08-18-2016, 10:59 PM
Jon left the holding cell, mind already at work. This should be a simple procedure as long as it was taken care of quickly. "Take me to the prosecutor,"
he said to his escort. The soldier nodded and spoke something into his earpiece, then motioned for Jon to follow.
Jon shot a quick query to Caroline and quickly found out the Justice Department had sent down Alberto Trujillo to oversee the criminal investigation. They were indeed taking this seriously. Mr. Trujillo was something of a mover who bloomed young and had made it almost to the top without connections or really anything but his own skills and personal drive. He reminded Jon of himself, in some ways. And he'd gotten his start in law as a public defender. That should make him a bit more amicable. An attorney's first work was like to leave an impression on the rest of his career, and public defenders worked with the least fortunate, for whom adequate representation was just out of reach above that glass ceiling of means. The man had insisted on letting Katchina see her lawyer. Not that Jon would give the man any particular credit for that. The day I am expected to thank someone for not continuing to trample on an individual's rights is the day we are no longer a nation of laws.
The man let Jon into the observation room. Inside, there was the man, practically a carbon copy of his head shot on the Department of Justice site. Except a bit taller than Jon had expected. Mr. Trujillo turned toward Jon as he entered.
Jon met the man's eyes and put out his hand for a polite handshake. "Mr. Trujillo, I am Jon Little Bird, and I am representing Katchina Makawee. Let us discuss this situation a moment."
Timing was everything, and Jon would have to be quick. Not give Mr. Trujillo too much time to think about the fact that Katchina could use the power of the Great Spirit. "Neither the facts nor the law are in dispute here. My client acted to prevent a criminal act of violence. The use of lethal force in self defense or defense of another is clearly permissible."
True, there was still the confession to deal with that in hindsight she'd used more force than necessary. Even if it were true, she'd said it while she was traumatized and incapable of consenting to waive her 5th Amendment right. But that was secondary. "The bigger question for the Justice Department to concern itself with is why someone tried to assassinate me. So to that extent my client is prepared to assist your investigation into this attempted murder. Unfortunately she is being detained right now without charge and her attorney has advised her against making any statements. So as soon as you sign off on the order of nolle prosequi and release her we can get to that."
If Mr. Trujillo was a thinking man, and Jon had no doubt that he was, he'd see quite quickly that it was in his interest do things this way. Else things could get ugly. The Justice Department was holding a confession that would probably get thrown out, and Jon already had plenty of ammunition to file in court for alleged civil rights violations. But he'd see.
he said to his escort. The soldier nodded and spoke something into his earpiece, then motioned for Jon to follow.
Jon shot a quick query to Caroline and quickly found out the Justice Department had sent down Alberto Trujillo to oversee the criminal investigation. They were indeed taking this seriously. Mr. Trujillo was something of a mover who bloomed young and had made it almost to the top without connections or really anything but his own skills and personal drive. He reminded Jon of himself, in some ways. And he'd gotten his start in law as a public defender. That should make him a bit more amicable. An attorney's first work was like to leave an impression on the rest of his career, and public defenders worked with the least fortunate, for whom adequate representation was just out of reach above that glass ceiling of means. The man had insisted on letting Katchina see her lawyer. Not that Jon would give the man any particular credit for that. The day I am expected to thank someone for not continuing to trample on an individual's rights is the day we are no longer a nation of laws.
The man let Jon into the observation room. Inside, there was the man, practically a carbon copy of his head shot on the Department of Justice site. Except a bit taller than Jon had expected. Mr. Trujillo turned toward Jon as he entered.
Jon met the man's eyes and put out his hand for a polite handshake. "Mr. Trujillo, I am Jon Little Bird, and I am representing Katchina Makawee. Let us discuss this situation a moment."
Timing was everything, and Jon would have to be quick. Not give Mr. Trujillo too much time to think about the fact that Katchina could use the power of the Great Spirit. "Neither the facts nor the law are in dispute here. My client acted to prevent a criminal act of violence. The use of lethal force in self defense or defense of another is clearly permissible."
True, there was still the confession to deal with that in hindsight she'd used more force than necessary. Even if it were true, she'd said it while she was traumatized and incapable of consenting to waive her 5th Amendment right. But that was secondary. "The bigger question for the Justice Department to concern itself with is why someone tried to assassinate me. So to that extent my client is prepared to assist your investigation into this attempted murder. Unfortunately she is being detained right now without charge and her attorney has advised her against making any statements. So as soon as you sign off on the order of nolle prosequi and release her we can get to that."
If Mr. Trujillo was a thinking man, and Jon had no doubt that he was, he'd see quite quickly that it was in his interest do things this way. Else things could get ugly. The Justice Department was holding a confession that would probably get thrown out, and Jon already had plenty of ammunition to file in court for alleged civil rights violations. But he'd see.