A HUGE THANKYOU TO DEANA , Your info will be used in chapter 4. AND TO
STEPHANIE AND DREAMSCAPE FOR THE REVIEWS.
disclaimers as Chapter 1
If I have any procedure wrong I apologise, but living in the U.K. I only have little knowlege of the American System, and as this is a work of fiction it is not I think, essential to the plot.
CHAPTER 3
Frank hadn't said a word and he didn't intend on doing so until he'd worked all this mess out in his own head. Unfortunately though his mind wasn't making any sense. He still couldn't remember a single thing.
He had not got one single clue as to how he was going to get through this, usually he could deal with anything , but this...........
Davies was now joined by Detective Jameson who informed him that Internal Affairs were now on their way, Davies sighed at that one, now everyone would feel like they were the ones on trial.
Police photographers were now crawling all over the scene, forensics had shown up and the room had been cordoned off, Frank wanted to be anywhere but where he was.
Eventually the familiar white paper suit made it's way to him, he was led into the bathroom and uncuffed whilst he removed his shorts and stepped into the paper suit. He watched in sadness as his shorts were placed into a plastic bag and a number written on it before being sealed.
He thought of the irony that he was now classed as evidence instead of being the one gathering it, and on reaching the medical examiners office every inch of him would be scraped, swabbed, tested and labelled as such evidence.
The cuffs were swiftly replaced and he was led from the room, he caught a glimpse of Karen on his way out.
It shocked him to the bone as he tried to bite back the tears that were ever threatening to fall.
"Oh please God no" he prayed , as a shower of flashbulbs from what seemed like hundreds of cameras lit up the sidewalk, a blanket was hastily produced before he was allowed outside to get into the Police Car.
But it was too little too late , they had the shot they wanted.
"Jenna, Oh Jesus Jenna............."
As the arresting officer , Davies had escorted Frank from the building , but he was left puzzled as to how the press had shown up so quickly. There was clearly more to this than he knew.
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Robert had volunteered to tell Jenna the news, he didn't want something like this to come out of the mouth of a complete stranger, he was the closest one to her, but he was taking Alex and the rest of them with him.
A massive show of solidarity was more than needed, but first things first, he had a lawyer to wake!
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Alan Jennings was one of the best lawyers around, but on hearing Robert's news on Donovan he had to admit. Things were not looking good.
Too many people with too many grudges.
A hooker albeit high class.
Memory loss.
Not to mention a high ranking Agent with the Justice Department.
The press would be all over this like leeches.
But he wasn't one to back down to a challenge, and this one had Uphill Battle written all over it!
He called his driver to ready the car as he was based in New York, he had to get to Donovan and quickly!!
He had to talk to him within 24 hours, before any formal charges were made.
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Jenna was in shock Robert thought, no one could just sit and take this sort of news and carry on as if nothing had happened.
"Alan Jennings is on his way over there now Jenna" explained Robert
Jennings was known as one of the best and Jenna knew If Frank needed him then he really was up to his neck and beyond.
She crossed the room to where the babies lay sleeping and knelt down beside them.The tears had really started to flow now, she felt sick to the pit of her stomach.
Frank........ a hooker.......... never mind the murder charge that looked like it was sticking.
"Why is this happening to us, what did we do that was so bad" she sobbed.
Monica tried to calm her "Jenna you did nothing wrong , we just have to get over there and find out what really happened for ourselves, nobody really knows yet"
"Monica, hell all of you, I don't want any one of you near my husband if you don't believe one hundred per cent that this is a sick set up" she screamed
The looks on their faces gave her their answers.
"Well then, I believe I'm making a block booking for the next available New York flight"
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Frank entered the Med's office after he'd agreed to all the forensic analysis, he was shit scared but the Donovan school of Ice cold demeanour had taught him much, he let the cold impassive look take over knowing for the sake of his own sanity that he had to provide as much help as he could to get to the bottom of this. Maybe then he would be allowed to wake up from this nightmare!
He opened his mouth to let the M.E take a swab for D.N.A testing, he visibly winced as Karen's blood was scraped off him and placed into tubes before being sealed. Samples from under his fingernails were taken.
It seemed to be taking forever..........
Finally a needle was placed into his vein and phials were filled with his blood for drug testing. He couldn't wait for the result of that one, he had to know what had knocked him out.
His thoughts were slowly rationalising, he knew he wasn't capable of murdering anyone, sure he'd killed before, but only in the line of work, he somehow didn't think that fact would do his case any favours.
After they were through he was allowed to take a shower, scrubbing violently, he could wash away the blood and sweat but he doubted if he'd ever wash away the foul stench of fear.
The only good thing was that they'd brought him some of his clothes, he at last had something familiar to wrap around himself.
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Alan Jennings arrived at the Police Stationhouse that held Donovan, sighing grimly after having had to push his way through droves of predatory reporters and photographers who'd descended pack like to feast on the
misery of another.
He quickly met with the D.A. assigned to the case and brought himself up to speed in record time with the facts that had been gathered.
He made his way over to the interview room where his old friend and now client was waiting for him.
"Alan, it's good to see you, I just wish things were different" Frank stated.... sadly, his voice hoarse from the stress.
"Frank we're gonna get to the bottom of this, but it's going to take time"
"And time is the one luxury I cannot afford" Frank finished
As Davies and Jameson entered the room Frank sighed knowing that the questions were coming and that he had very little in the way of answers.
As the interview progressed Frank had lost count of how many times he'd said ......I don't know.........I can't remember and how many times he'd protested that he was not a killer.
He relayed the story yet again "I met Karen Moore when she asked if she could join me for dinner, why should I object, some people just don't like dining alone, she never mentioned that she was a prostitute, she never propositioned me and I never propositioned her. After we had eaten dinner and had a couple of drinks I began to feel unwell, my legs were shaking and I developed an extremely painful pounding headache. I made my excuses to Ms.Moore and left the restaurant. I entered my hotel room at around ten thirty and got straight into bed. That gentleman, is all I can tell you, apart from the belief that I did not murder Karen Moore and that this is a very slick and elaborate set up!!"
Davies and Jameson exchanged glances, they'd each been hoping for more information, something about this case stunk to high heaven, no one wanted to send a good man down, men like Frank Donovan didn't just suddenly turn bad.
They'd heard that his team were arriving tomorrow, their reputation was awesome, it was going to have to be because they were not going to be allowed to officially investigate, they couldn't be classed as impartial.
Now for the hard part, the D.A. was really gunning for this one.
"Frank Donovan you are formally charged with the murder of Karen Moore.................................................
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"Robert, what is it?" questioned Jenna
"Jenna I'm so so sorry, Frank has been formally charged with murder in the first degree"
"The D.A. is also opposing bail and the press are all over it, they're gonna put him inside Jenna"
Back soon with Chapter 4 please R&R
disclaimers as Chapter 1
If I have any procedure wrong I apologise, but living in the U.K. I only have little knowlege of the American System, and as this is a work of fiction it is not I think, essential to the plot.
CHAPTER 3
Frank hadn't said a word and he didn't intend on doing so until he'd worked all this mess out in his own head. Unfortunately though his mind wasn't making any sense. He still couldn't remember a single thing.
He had not got one single clue as to how he was going to get through this, usually he could deal with anything , but this...........
Davies was now joined by Detective Jameson who informed him that Internal Affairs were now on their way, Davies sighed at that one, now everyone would feel like they were the ones on trial.
Police photographers were now crawling all over the scene, forensics had shown up and the room had been cordoned off, Frank wanted to be anywhere but where he was.
Eventually the familiar white paper suit made it's way to him, he was led into the bathroom and uncuffed whilst he removed his shorts and stepped into the paper suit. He watched in sadness as his shorts were placed into a plastic bag and a number written on it before being sealed.
He thought of the irony that he was now classed as evidence instead of being the one gathering it, and on reaching the medical examiners office every inch of him would be scraped, swabbed, tested and labelled as such evidence.
The cuffs were swiftly replaced and he was led from the room, he caught a glimpse of Karen on his way out.
It shocked him to the bone as he tried to bite back the tears that were ever threatening to fall.
"Oh please God no" he prayed , as a shower of flashbulbs from what seemed like hundreds of cameras lit up the sidewalk, a blanket was hastily produced before he was allowed outside to get into the Police Car.
But it was too little too late , they had the shot they wanted.
"Jenna, Oh Jesus Jenna............."
As the arresting officer , Davies had escorted Frank from the building , but he was left puzzled as to how the press had shown up so quickly. There was clearly more to this than he knew.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Robert had volunteered to tell Jenna the news, he didn't want something like this to come out of the mouth of a complete stranger, he was the closest one to her, but he was taking Alex and the rest of them with him.
A massive show of solidarity was more than needed, but first things first, he had a lawyer to wake!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Alan Jennings was one of the best lawyers around, but on hearing Robert's news on Donovan he had to admit. Things were not looking good.
Too many people with too many grudges.
A hooker albeit high class.
Memory loss.
Not to mention a high ranking Agent with the Justice Department.
The press would be all over this like leeches.
But he wasn't one to back down to a challenge, and this one had Uphill Battle written all over it!
He called his driver to ready the car as he was based in New York, he had to get to Donovan and quickly!!
He had to talk to him within 24 hours, before any formal charges were made.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Jenna was in shock Robert thought, no one could just sit and take this sort of news and carry on as if nothing had happened.
"Alan Jennings is on his way over there now Jenna" explained Robert
Jennings was known as one of the best and Jenna knew If Frank needed him then he really was up to his neck and beyond.
She crossed the room to where the babies lay sleeping and knelt down beside them.The tears had really started to flow now, she felt sick to the pit of her stomach.
Frank........ a hooker.......... never mind the murder charge that looked like it was sticking.
"Why is this happening to us, what did we do that was so bad" she sobbed.
Monica tried to calm her "Jenna you did nothing wrong , we just have to get over there and find out what really happened for ourselves, nobody really knows yet"
"Monica, hell all of you, I don't want any one of you near my husband if you don't believe one hundred per cent that this is a sick set up" she screamed
The looks on their faces gave her their answers.
"Well then, I believe I'm making a block booking for the next available New York flight"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------
Frank entered the Med's office after he'd agreed to all the forensic analysis, he was shit scared but the Donovan school of Ice cold demeanour had taught him much, he let the cold impassive look take over knowing for the sake of his own sanity that he had to provide as much help as he could to get to the bottom of this. Maybe then he would be allowed to wake up from this nightmare!
He opened his mouth to let the M.E take a swab for D.N.A testing, he visibly winced as Karen's blood was scraped off him and placed into tubes before being sealed. Samples from under his fingernails were taken.
It seemed to be taking forever..........
Finally a needle was placed into his vein and phials were filled with his blood for drug testing. He couldn't wait for the result of that one, he had to know what had knocked him out.
His thoughts were slowly rationalising, he knew he wasn't capable of murdering anyone, sure he'd killed before, but only in the line of work, he somehow didn't think that fact would do his case any favours.
After they were through he was allowed to take a shower, scrubbing violently, he could wash away the blood and sweat but he doubted if he'd ever wash away the foul stench of fear.
The only good thing was that they'd brought him some of his clothes, he at last had something familiar to wrap around himself.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------
Alan Jennings arrived at the Police Stationhouse that held Donovan, sighing grimly after having had to push his way through droves of predatory reporters and photographers who'd descended pack like to feast on the
misery of another.
He quickly met with the D.A. assigned to the case and brought himself up to speed in record time with the facts that had been gathered.
He made his way over to the interview room where his old friend and now client was waiting for him.
"Alan, it's good to see you, I just wish things were different" Frank stated.... sadly, his voice hoarse from the stress.
"Frank we're gonna get to the bottom of this, but it's going to take time"
"And time is the one luxury I cannot afford" Frank finished
As Davies and Jameson entered the room Frank sighed knowing that the questions were coming and that he had very little in the way of answers.
As the interview progressed Frank had lost count of how many times he'd said ......I don't know.........I can't remember and how many times he'd protested that he was not a killer.
He relayed the story yet again "I met Karen Moore when she asked if she could join me for dinner, why should I object, some people just don't like dining alone, she never mentioned that she was a prostitute, she never propositioned me and I never propositioned her. After we had eaten dinner and had a couple of drinks I began to feel unwell, my legs were shaking and I developed an extremely painful pounding headache. I made my excuses to Ms.Moore and left the restaurant. I entered my hotel room at around ten thirty and got straight into bed. That gentleman, is all I can tell you, apart from the belief that I did not murder Karen Moore and that this is a very slick and elaborate set up!!"
Davies and Jameson exchanged glances, they'd each been hoping for more information, something about this case stunk to high heaven, no one wanted to send a good man down, men like Frank Donovan didn't just suddenly turn bad.
They'd heard that his team were arriving tomorrow, their reputation was awesome, it was going to have to be because they were not going to be allowed to officially investigate, they couldn't be classed as impartial.
Now for the hard part, the D.A. was really gunning for this one.
"Frank Donovan you are formally charged with the murder of Karen Moore.................................................
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"Robert, what is it?" questioned Jenna
"Jenna I'm so so sorry, Frank has been formally charged with murder in the first degree"
"The D.A. is also opposing bail and the press are all over it, they're gonna put him inside Jenna"
Back soon with Chapter 4 please R&R