Rossi arrested him on a bogus murder charge involving a cold case with which Mr. Reed had no connection. Detective Rossi was angry about the acquittal. The arrest was harassment, plain and simple. When I intervened, Detective Rossi released my client. Mr. Reed was at his mother’s house when Detective Rossi forced his way inside without a warrant and without disclosing the reason for his visit. If I had been in Mr. Reed’s shoes, I would have run as well. Mr. Reed has no felony criminal record. The only prior offense for which he was convicted was a misdemeanor for being drunk and disorderly. His family is here. His roots are here. He is not a flight risk. Neither the police nor the prosecutor has come forward with any evidence linking Mr. Reed to these murders or they would have arrested him for that instead of for finding crack in his jeans. Ordering him held without bail or setting bail at a level he cannot possibly make based on a claim that he is a person of interest in these other crimes is tantamount to imposing bail based on those offenses and not the one for which he is charged.”
“Your Honor,” Bradshaw interjected. “Ms. Stone has offered no evidence regarding her unfounded allegations about Detective Rossi, and-”
“Neither have you offered any evidence regarding the defendant’s possible involvement in these recent murders. First you said that Detective Rossi wanted to question Mr. Reed about the murders and then you said he wanted to arrest him. Make up your mind. If you have sufficient evidence to arrest the defendant for murder, I’ll consider it.”
“As I said, Jameer Henderson testified against-”
“Evidence, Counsel. You know, like fingerprints, DNA, eyewitnesses. That sort of thing.”
“It’s still early in the investigation, Your Honor. The police are-”
“I take it that your answer is no. You have no evidence.”
Bradshaw stiffened, almost choking on his answer. “Not at this time.”
“Very well. The defendant is released on his own recognizance. Next case.”
Chapter Seventeen
Bradshaw hurried from the courtroom. He was waiting for Alex when she emerged in the hallway. He cupped her elbow and led her into a vacant witness room. Closing the door, he unloaded.
“That son of a bitch!” Bradshaw said. “That no good fucking son of a bitch!”
“Upton?”
“Of course Upton, for Christ’s sake. Who the hell else?
“The better question is, why are you yelling at me? Aren’t you supposed to wait until you get back to your office so you can yell at your secretary?”
“Because,” he said, “you’re as much to blame as the fucking judge.”
“Me? What did you want me to do? Not ask for my client to be released on his own recognizance? I was protecting the record, like asking for a dismissal after the prosecution rests even though I know there’s no chance the judge will grant the motion. Who knew Upton would actually release him?”
“That’s why you shouldn’t have asked. Not in this case. Not for Dwayne fucking Reed.”
“He’s got the same rights as every other defendant.”
Bradshaw closed in on her. “Forget which side we’re on, Alex. We’ve known each other long enough to do that just this once. Look me in the eye and tell me that Dwayne Reed is not a stone-cold killer, that you really believe he didn’t kill Wilfred Donaire, Kyrie Chapman, Jameer Henderson, his wife, and two kids. And then tell me that at least some of this isn’t your fault. And tell me that the next murder he commits won’t be your fault either.”
Bradshaw’s accusations echoed her growing doubts and nagging guilt, leaving her stunned and weak-kneed, though her combative instincts wouldn’t let her give in.
“You know better than that, or do you need a remedial course in constitutional law?”
Bradshaw backed off, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Okay, okay. That’s not fair. You’re no more responsible for Dwayne being on the street than I am or the judge and jury are.”
Alex appreciated what he said, though it didn’t soothe her, because she was increasingly afraid that his indictment was fair, though she wasn’t about to tell him that.
“Apology accepted.”
“I get that sometimes the system sucks, but try telling that to the Hendersons or, better yet, try convincing Bonnie.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, come on, Alex. Bonnie called and told me what Dwayne said to her in the ER, how he threatened her.”
“She called you? Why?”
“Because she thought I could use that information to keep Dwayne in jail. She’s scared shitless.”
Alex took a deep breath, folded her arms over her chest, and paced around the small room. It was furnished with a rectangular wooden table and two molded-plastic chairs. She slid into one of the chairs, looking up at Bradshaw.
“I know. She sat up all night watching our street for strange cars. I kept telling her that Dwayne was in jail and that there was no way he could make bail.”
“What did she say?” Bradshaw asked.
“She said, ‘Yeah, right,’ and kept looking out the window. Neither of us got much sleep.”
“Did you tell her you were going to ask the judge to release him on his own recognizance?”
Alex shook her head, her face reddening. “No. I didn’t see the point. It would only have made things worse, especially now, since Upton let him go. Why didn’t you tell Upton that Dwayne had threatened Bonnie? That might have been enough for him to impose a bond that would have kept Dwayne locked up.”
“I didn’t think it would be necessary and I didn’t want to take the chance that Dwayne would find out about your relationship with Bonnie. That’s the wrong kind of leverage to give someone like him. He’d have you jumping through every hoop imaginable.”
“He’d have been in jail.”
“Like that would matter, or don’t you know how gangs work? If he or another gangbanger wanted something from you, all he’d have to do is whisper Bonnie’s name in your ear.”
Alex pressed her hands together, raising them to her mouth. Dwayne had bragged to her about killing Wilfred Donaire, and she believed even without proof that he killed Kyrie Chapman and the Hendersons. Which meant that Bradshaw was right not to have told the judge about Bonnie. She might one day convince herself that she wasn’t at least partly responsible for the Chapman and Henderson murders, but if Dwayne ever made good on his threats to Bonnie, she’d never find forgiveness or peace.
“And by lunchtime, he’ll be on the street again. What am I going to tell Bonnie?”
“Tell her it’s not your fault. That you were just doing your job.”
“Funny.”
“Wasn’t meant to be. But that’s what you have to tell her.”
“How’s that going to make her feel better?”
“It won’t, but I’ll talk to Mitch Fowler. He’s the commander of the Homicide Unit. I’ll ask him to put Detective Rossi on Reed. If Reed comes close to Bonnie, Rossi will take him down.”
Alex lowered her chin, her voice soft. “Thanks.”
Bradshaw pulled the other chair close to hers. “Listen. You and I have a lot of history. I know we go in the courtroom and beat each other’s brains out and I know why we do it. And I know all that noble bullshit about the Constitution isn’t just a cliche. I know it matters. But we’re friends and Bonnie and I are friends. That matters to me just as much as the system, and when the system can’t protect our friends or the Hendersons or even for that matter garbage like Kyrie Chapman, we can’t just shrug it off and say that’s the way it goes. We’ve got to do something about it.”
Alex raised her head, her eyes moist. “I get it.”
Bradshaw stood. “Do you? I hope so. There’s a lot at stake.”
