enter a plea of not guilty on all charges at this time.”
“The plea is so noted Mr. Childress.” The man in charge said dryly.
The D.A. jumped in. “Your honor I’m sure opposing council will ask for the bail to be set in this case and the people will ask that the request be denied.”
“No need to be hasty District Attorney Seals. Let the man ask first.” The judge chuckled a little.
“Well, he’s correct your honor, but it doesn’t take a fortune teller to predict that. It’s standard legal practice to ask for bail. And I would ask that bail be set at 50,000 with a court date approximately 30 days from today.” My lawyer adjusted his silk tie.
I turned around and looked at Tyce who passed me a reassuring smile.
The D.A. countered. “Ms. Dupree is a woman of means your honor. My paralegal got a hold of some valuable information on the defendant. It seems she was the long term girlfriend of Maurice Bellows also known as Biz, a notorious drug lord that was found shot and burned to death nine months ago. She also has several businesses in the city. These are serious charges not to be taken lightly and we believe if given half a chance she will skip bail and never return to face justice.”
“This is not the trial your honor. My client is innocent until proven guilty. I doubt the people will shed a tear over a known drug lord’s violent death. To connect Ms. Dupree with that incident is prejudicial and unethical. No charges were brought against my client in that case nor anyone else to my knowledge. So to present that as a reason to deny bail is irrelevant, and I’m being polite with my adjectives.” My lawyer was good I thought.
“For all we know she killed him and took over his drug empire. We got lucky and caught her with drugs in her vehicle, and I don’t want to risk losing her again. I’m not a gambling man your honor.” Mr. Seal’s voice rose.
This cracker was really tripping! What the fuck was he talking about Biz for? I asked myself as I looked at the Judge who seemed to be perplexed.
Mr. Childress countered, “Mr. Seals is tossing unfounded accusations around this court room like a beach ball. It’s obvious to me that he has a personal vendetta against my client. One that is clouding his mind and threatening my client’s civil liberties.”
The judge ended the legal sparring match. “Enough! Given the nature of the crimes the defendant is accused of-I don’t feel comfortable granting bail at this time. I don’t do anything unless I feel comfortable. BAIL IS DENIED!”
The obese judge slammed his gavel down hard and my chin dropped into my chest. I didn’t hear anything after that. My mind kept replaying the bail is denied part.
Plan B
“What the fuck jus’ happened in there?”
Mr. Childress and I stood outside in the parking lot after court was over. I couldn’t believe the punk ass judge denied her bail! This was her first offense! Granted it was a big one, but still…it was her first offense! Mr. Childress put his black brief case on the trunk of his Audi.
“I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was almost like a witch hunt in there. I’ll draw up a motion to reconsider bail based on medical purposes. It’s a long shot but it might work. Mean while I’ll start preparing the case for trial. I’ll go pick up the discovery now and get right on it. Don’t worry Mr. Adkins. I’ll get her out.”
I shook my head back and forth slowly, hearing and not hearing the words coming out of his mouth. I knew he did all he could do in there and it wasn’t his fault the judge denied bail.
“Somethin’ doesn’t add up. This whole case is bull shit! Somebody is pullin’ some strings behind the curtains.” I looked him in the eye.
Mr. Childress leaned up against his car. “Is there anyone that would have a grudge against Angelique? Any enemies she may have that you can think of?”
I folded my arms. “Naw, I can’t think of anybody off hand.”
“Ok,
“The plea is so noted Mr. Childress.” The man in charge said dryly.
The D.A. jumped in. “Your honor I’m sure opposing council will ask for the bail to be set in this case and the people will ask that the request be denied.”
“No need to be hasty District Attorney Seals. Let the man ask first.” The judge chuckled a little.
“Well, he’s correct your honor, but it doesn’t take a fortune teller to predict that. It’s standard legal practice to ask for bail. And I would ask that bail be set at 50,000 with a court date approximately 30 days from today.” My lawyer adjusted his silk tie.
I turned around and looked at Tyce who passed me a reassuring smile.
The D.A. countered. “Ms. Dupree is a woman of means your honor. My paralegal got a hold of some valuable information on the defendant. It seems she was the long term girlfriend of Maurice Bellows also known as Biz, a notorious drug lord that was found shot and burned to death nine months ago. She also has several businesses in the city. These are serious charges not to be taken lightly and we believe if given half a chance she will skip bail and never return to face justice.”
“This is not the trial your honor. My client is innocent until proven guilty. I doubt the people will shed a tear over a known drug lord’s violent death. To connect Ms. Dupree with that incident is prejudicial and unethical. No charges were brought against my client in that case nor anyone else to my knowledge. So to present that as a reason to deny bail is irrelevant, and I’m being polite with my adjectives.” My lawyer was good I thought.
“For all we know she killed him and took over his drug empire. We got lucky and caught her with drugs in her vehicle, and I don’t want to risk losing her again. I’m not a gambling man your honor.” Mr. Seal’s voice rose.
This cracker was really tripping! What the fuck was he talking about Biz for? I asked myself as I looked at the Judge who seemed to be perplexed.
Mr. Childress countered, “Mr. Seals is tossing unfounded accusations around this court room like a beach ball. It’s obvious to me that he has a personal vendetta against my client. One that is clouding his mind and threatening my client’s civil liberties.”
The judge ended the legal sparring match. “Enough! Given the nature of the crimes the defendant is accused of-I don’t feel comfortable granting bail at this time. I don’t do anything unless I feel comfortable. BAIL IS DENIED!”
The obese judge slammed his gavel down hard and my chin dropped into my chest. I didn’t hear anything after that. My mind kept replaying the bail is denied part.
Plan B
“What the fuck jus’ happened in there?”
Mr. Childress and I stood outside in the parking lot after court was over. I couldn’t believe the punk ass judge denied her bail! This was her first offense! Granted it was a big one, but still…it was her first offense! Mr. Childress put his black brief case on the trunk of his Audi.
“I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was almost like a witch hunt in there. I’ll draw up a motion to reconsider bail based on medical purposes. It’s a long shot but it might work. Mean while I’ll start preparing the case for trial. I’ll go pick up the discovery now and get right on it. Don’t worry Mr. Adkins. I’ll get her out.”
I shook my head back and forth slowly, hearing and not hearing the words coming out of his mouth. I knew he did all he could do in there and it wasn’t his fault the judge denied bail.
“Somethin’ doesn’t add up. This whole case is bull shit! Somebody is pullin’ some strings behind the curtains.” I looked him in the eye.
Mr. Childress leaned up against his car. “Is there anyone that would have a grudge against Angelique? Any enemies she may have that you can think of?”
I folded my arms. “Naw, I can’t think of anybody off hand.”
“Ok,
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